Blake Elliott has been abused since he's had memories.
his only release was the freedom he felt when talking to his only friend about comic books, he loved reading about the superpowers heroes running unobstructed through life doing what they were born to do.

until one day when he and his friend are crossing the street talking reading a Spiderman comic when he hears a loud honk and instinctually shoves his friend backwards.

[Disclaimer - I do not own this I am just translating it because I noticed it wasn't on the site so here you go!] 

David Osmond a marvel superfan had just traversed into the Marvel world, and became an Overlord Lifeform.

*Just to be clear I do not own any Marvel Characters shown in this fanfic.

In a destroyed world of chaos, a dying man sat down peacefully reading a comic book.


Bunker's log: This is James Curtis, it's been 20 years since I've left the bunker after the Kelvin plague spreaded turning every living being into mindless beings only knowing how to eat while increasing in speed, strength and production of saliva to digest raw meat. I've worked with other scientists and geneticist on the patient zero on the cure. Until our fellow friend got drunk and broke the containment unit. It all went south after reports around the world of the disease spreading, politicians, children, and teachers, man and woman eating each other. I have created this bunker to save guard me from nuclear attacks, and food enough for 15 years, and now I am dying. I wish I live in the world of comic books, but it's impossible.


Now thinking back of what he's done and what he could have done, he dies peacefully.


    James wakes up in a plain white room, still thinking about what happened. "Am I dead?". In disbelief he shouted, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"You have awaken sooner than I expected."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am Gaia, the planet you call earth and what you would call mother nature. You are the last of my children and so I will use what remains of my life essence to full fill you 3 wishes and get you to wherever you what to go and reincarnate to save you, my last child."

    I have to think about this seriously. "Are there any tricks to the wishes?"

    "No. But you must hurry for I can only maintain you in this state for so long before draining myself."

    "I wish to live in a universe that is a mixture of the MCU, the Marvel 616 universe and the Marvel Ultimate universe."

    "It is done."

    "I wish to have the power to absorb other people's powers and memories by touching them without overloading my body and mind."

    "It is done, but hurry. Half of my power is drained and can only give you one more wish."

    "I wish to have regenerative powers as strong as Deadpool's."

    "My child, your powers will manifest at the age of two and so will your memory of this life to avoid suspicion of your powers and intelligence."

    "Well, I guess th-"

    "Now off you go my child, before my essence is fully drained!"

    After Gaia's death, the earth blew up into a supernova, years later, birthing a new planet from the ashes of the old one.


I am 13, and this is my first fanfic so leave a comment on how can I improve it. Thank you for your support.

James Curtis is the last survivor of the Kelvin plague and was reincarnated into the Marvel universe.

Thanks to Gaia, he managed to have the power to absorb other people's powers and memories, similar to Rouge's.

Using his knowledge of the marvel universe and his new found powers, what should he do?

October 9th 2016

The Javitz Center is bursting with energy. The line in the morning went up and down 34th street. It's the last day of this year's New York Comic Con. People dressed as their favorite characters from every conceivable fandom parade around to get comic books signed, pictures taken, attend artist/writer's panels, compare costumes, purchase merchandise and collectibles, as well as hang out and connect with fellow fans of the same work. It's a magical time.

However, this NYCC is a bit different than usual. People dressed as Spider-Man, Thor, Black Widow, and many other beloved Marvel characters can be seen with mixed emotions on their faces, excited, yet also despondent. Looking at them you'd think that someone just told them that their favorite grandmother was about to die but was also leaving them with her entire fortune after she passed away. If asked about it, many would agree with that sentiment, especially those who live in this city that never sleeps.

The reason for this occurred two days ago. It was announced online that this would be a beloved icon's last convention in his birth city of New York. The man who has given all Marvel fans so much of his time and energy, as well as being a co-creator of so many of the more well known characters in the Marvel Universe.  Stan Lee is having his last panel at this location today, this afternoon, in-fact. Right now though, the man every comic book fan adores can be seen chatting and signing autographs from behind a white plastic table with the upcoming Marvel Studios movie poster "Spider-Man: Homecoming" blown up behind him.

One New Yorker can be seen in line to get the man's signature, shuffling in place nervously but gingerly holding a limited edition copy of Fantastic Four #72. His deep green eyes looking over the others ahead of him in order to see how long it'll be until it's his turn. A cough from behind startles him. He turns around to see who wants his attention.

"Hey tall guy, what's got you so impatient? Not like you can make this line move any faster."

Embarrassed, the man scratches the back of his dark brown head of hair as he looks down to acknowledge the older gentleman. He must be around five ten? Five nine? Maybe 70 or 80 years old. And dressed as Thanos, The Mad Titan, of all people, complete with a replica of the infinity gauntlet and purple makeup. It's kind of a odd choice of character for an elderly person to dress as. While keeping up with the rest of the line, the brown haired man responds.

"S-sorry, it's just, I've always wanted to meet him again since the first NYCC I went to and I don't want to miss him. I mean, it's his last one, y'know?"

'Thanos' shows a knowing smile.

"I get it, believe me, but doin' what your doin' ain't gonna help at all. By the way, been meanin' to ask you... who are you cosplaying as?" 'Thanos' asks, gesturing to the man's attire. "You can't be dressed as Peter Parker, you're a bit too bulky for it... Clark Kent? That'd fit, but you don't have the glasses on..."

"Huh?" The man looks down at his plaid button down shirt, white undershirt, and jeans. "Oh! No, sorry, I actually couldn't really afford to make a costume this year. So, I'm just me, unfortunately."

"Ah," 'Thanos' nods. "No worries young man, we've all been there. By the way, name's Jack. And you are?" Jack extends his non-gloved hand out for a handshake.

Taking Jack's hand with the one not holding his most prized comic, the man replies, "Jonathan Stevens, call me Jon, nice to meet you. Nice Thanos costume, by the way."

Jack grins, "Thanks, made it myself. Took a while to get it right, though people keep telling me I'm too old for this stuff. If I had a build like you and maybe twenty or so years younger I'd probably be able to pull it off better."

Now it was Jon's turn to smile, "Nonsense, just say you're a Thanos where Dr. Strange used the Time Stone to accelerate your age and you're good to go!" 

Jack showed a bemused expression and chuckled as the both of them kept walking forward in line. "Yea, that'd work, if I didn't have the Time Stone already in the Infinity Gauntlet that is."

"Ah, I guess you're right. Then how about a Thanos that's an extra few thousand years old?" 

"Again, Infinity Gauntlet. With the stones, Thanos wouldn't need to age like he normally would. Plus, his race's longevity doesn't work like most others, he'd look the same clear up until the day he died."

"Hmm, then say you're a Watcher who is a fan of the Titan?"

"Nope, if there were a Watcher that was a fan of Thanos he'd have his title revoked. Though they're supposed to be neutral, they favor good over evil. The only outlier in the Watchers is that simpleton that watches Deadpool exclusively. And the other Watchers barely tolerate him because Wade Wilson is usually doing good." 

Jon and Jack both continue chatting about comics, how to resolve Jack's cosplay identity, and their favorite characters for a while. All of a sudden a trio of cosplayers dressed as Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel, and Power Girl walk by, distracting Jon for a few seconds while Jack gives the young man a smirk. Though, after a bit it becomes more annoying than funny. So Jack snaps him back to reality.

"Hey now, they're beautiful alright, but there's no need to stare that much. What would your girlfriend think?"

Startled, Jon hastily waves his hand in front of his face. "Eh!? No, no no. I d-don't have a girlfriend. At least, not anymore."

Jack's eyes widen slightly in surprise . "Really? Big guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend? Well, I'm sorry to hear that, what happened?"

"Ah, w-well... after I got out after my last tour I found out she left me, so I moved back home to Queens for a while." Jon shows a self deprecating smile. "She said she couldn't stand me being away all the time and that I wasn't able to give her what she needs. She's married now with a kid on the way..."

"Ah jeez, I'm sorry, shouldn't have brought it up. Wait a minute. Got out? Last tour? You a vet?"

"Hmm, I wouldn't really classify myself as a veteran. It's not like I was in the full 20. But I did a few tours with Kilo Company, 3rd Battalion in Afghanistan. Some of my friends that served with me would say that anyone who deployed and saw the desert is a vet, but personally, I think the guys who stayed in and continued their service after being in that hell are the real veterans. But anyway, after that, well, like I said I got out and came back home."

"So, what're you doing now?"

"Not a whole lot. Living by myself and going to school again to get a degree, G.I. Bill won't use itself, you know? But mostly I'm just reading comics and watching tv and movies."

"Hey, no shame in that. And thank you for your service."

Smiling, Jon appreciated the elderly gentleman's sentiments. Prior Service men and women may not get treated as badly as they used to after Vietnam, but in a city like New York it's a bit rarer to find someone who is grateful for the sacrifices that people like Jon have made in service to the country. So, Jack saying that meant a lot. 

The odd duo made small talk for a while. Soon it was almost time for Jon's turn in line. However, before he could go up to his idol he got stopped by Jack.

"Wait a bit, been meaning to ask you. What's so important about that Fantastic Four comic you have? You seem to treasure it. But from what we've been talking about it doesn't seem like you particularly care for the FF all that much." Jack asks, looking at the comic held carefully in Jon's hand. 

"Oh, this?" Jon brings the 72nd issue up. "Yea, I don't care much about the FF. Susan Storm, Ben Grimm, and Johnny Storm are one thing, but Reed Richards... I don't like much, and those movies are cringe worthy. This issue is special though."

"Oh?" Jack quirks up an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

Jon gets an excited look on his face. "Because, this is one of the few times we meet the One-Above-All. As the Creator you don't hear about him much and the focus is more on Earth and it's protectors. I figured there must be more to him, so I wanted to ask Mr. Lee about him while also asking him to sign the page where the FF meets him. I know this incarnation of the character is more an homage to Jack Kirby, but it still seems appropriate, you know?" 

Jack frowns a bit. "What more to the character do you need? He's omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. Kind of hard to really put a finger on that sort of being don't you think? Even worse to try and have a story surrounding him, or her."

"Well, uh, it's just there isn't a character in the Marvel Universe that doesn't have a story and I wish I could experience his. Heck, a being like that inside the Marvel Universe? I wish I could BE the One-Above-All." Jon looks back at the line, "Ah, sorry, Jack, I need to go, it's my turn!"

As Jon scampers off giddily, Jack laughs at his young friend's antics. "Indeed, it just might be." 

At this his eyes seem to glow for a split second before being replaced by his normal look. After a few minutes, he walks toward Jon, who's standing in front of Jack's best friend and colleague. 

Jack places his gloved hand on Jon's shoulder as he gets his comic back from Stan, and before he can ask his question says, "Stan, this one."

Jon looks at his new costumed friend curiously. 'Does Jack know Mr. Lee?'

Stan Lee looks up surprised. He takes his trademark aviator sunglasses off and points them at Jon. "You sure Jack?" Jack nods. Stan shrugs, "Alright, but you have to explain it to him." Stan Lee takes out a pencil from his pocket, a worn out, dirty, chewed up pencil. He then reaches under the table and brings up a blank sheet of paper. As he places it on the table, the whole convention center seems to quiet as if someone is turning the volume dial down on a stereo. Once the paper hits the table, it's eerily silent. Jon starts to panic a bit. 'Just what is going on!?' The only thing Jon can hear is his, Jack's, and Mr. Lee's breathing. As the elderly celebrity drops his old pencil down onto the page, a word escapes his lips. 

"Excelsior"

Jon's consciousness fades to black as his body turns into motes of light until it disappears entirely.

"Thanks Stan, as always." Jack Kirby says as he walks away and fades into nothingness.

"See you in a few years, Jack." Says Stan, and life returns to the convention hall.

Discontinued. 

Sorry, I know I’m a hypocrite. Honestly, I don’t think I can write a character who’s OP. I’m not done writing, and it has been a valuable learning experience, which is what the fic was for in the first place. I’m sorry for the people who enjoyed it. I may come back to it in the future but I’ll have to see. 

Currently I’m writing short stories on my PC with different character ideas, trying to find a character that’s fun to write, able to grow, and still grabs interest. 

The problem with this MC is that as soon as he realizes that his powers are based purely on his own will and imagination, there’s no more challenge, no real growth. Or at least, I’m not good enough of a writer to keep it interesting after that happens. 

I think my next work will be on Archiveofourown, probably under a different handle.

Once again, thank you for your interest and for enjoying it while it lasted. I’m surprised it got within the top 50 fics on this thing at one point. 

You know what’s not fair? I was in such a slump for so long with this. Yet, I start getting ideas again as I’m writing to tell you that it’s definitely over. I’m making notes of my ideas, but I’m going to have to shelve it anyway for now. I’m just not good enough for this kind of story at the moment.

After a couple of hours, the figures of Lissandra and Law could be seen at a table inside the Queen's public library together.
       It took a while to get to the library and to find a table so that Law's mom could begin editing various news articles for the paper.
       "Just remember Law be careful and don't talk to strangers, and if you don't come back in 20 mins, I'm going to come to look for you, okay?" Liz said as Law ran to go find some books. 
       The only reply she received was a thumbs up from the little redhead boy that did not even bother to look back.
       "He may be as smart as an adult, but he still has the manners of a 5-year-old" huffed out a slightly annoyed Liz.
       As Law wandered the library, looking for history and science books. The Marvel world was leagues ahead of his own in terms of technology and understanding of science, so he decided to study as much as he could. He wanted to become a world-renowned scientist or doctor in this world was with his intelligence and abilities it would so much easier. He wandered through various aisles looking for higher level textbooks before he crashed into a teenage girl and 3 or 4 of her books onto the ground.
       Law looked down at the girl he had knocked down only to be stunned. She was a pretty blonde girl with long hair wearing a sweater and jeans. But that wasn't what stunned him, it was the fact that she looked similar to someone in his memories. Law quickly got out of his daze and noticed she had started to pick up her books. 
       "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," Law said while helping her pick up her books. 
       "It's alright it happens to me all the time when I'm interested in something," the blonde teenager said with a smile on her face as they finished picking up all the dropped books. Law handed the books back to her, but not before noticing that they were college level physics textbooks.
         "Once again, I'm sorry for knocking you over. My name is Law Napier." He said as he stuck out his hand.
       "I'm Susan Storm, and what were you looking for so fervently," Susan asked using words clearly above his age range.
       'Well, at least that confirms my thoughts that she is Susan Storm from the Fantastic Four. She doesn't look like a young Jessica Alba but rather a teenage version of a Susan Storm from Earth-616. It seems that all the Marvel characters are either going to look like their movie counterparts or the comic versions.' Thought Law before he replied 
       "I was looking for high-school physics, chemistry, and biology textbooks as well as history books," Law answered honestly seeing no reason to lie. Although he usually didn't like conversing with people he just met, he wasn't going to pass up the best opportunity to talk with one of his favorite heroines,
       "Aren't you a smart little boy, tell me how old you are?" Susan asked inquisitively.
       "I'm 5, and It's not my fault I haven't hit my growth spurt yet" Law pouted. Causing Susan to start giggling.
       "Where did you find them, I've been looking everywhere for textbooks," Law asked inquisitively.
       "Well, why don't I show you then *Little* Law," Susan said causing Law to pout.
       "Thank you" Law murmured as she began to lead him to his desired section. 
       As they walked to the section, Law and Susan struck up a conversation clearly intrigued by each other's intelligence. The only thing Law could think was that the comics and movies did not capture and display her true intelligence. 
       As they continued their conversation, she started to tell him about her family, the Baxter Foundation, and about how her little brother Johnny was always annoying her and her mother to read his books.
       This shocked Law due to the fact that in the Fantastic Four comics did not have a Baxter Foundation and the fact that her mother was still alive even when she was a teenager.
       'So, I can't just think that the future is going to completely coincide with the movies, huh. Well, I did ask for an AU, this is going to be so awesome.' Law thought with a smile on his face. (Author's Note: This is just so I don't have to follow the side movies, tv shows, or the comics exactly.)
       "Here you go little Law, all the textbooks are here. Do you want me to help select the best ones?" Susan asked amicably.
       "Yes please," Law replied. 
       "Sure little guy let me help you," She said smugly puffing up her chest.
       After a few minutes of looking over the books, she picked out a few and about a couple inches thick. 
       "Here these are the best books, the others just repeat the same thing again and again. Now then I got to get going and search for a place to read my books" Susan said getting ready to leave.
       "Hey, Susan wants to come and sit with me and my mom. There is still plenty of space there." Law offered thinking to help the teenage girl.
       "Sure, that would be a great help Law. Lead the way." Susan said happily due to having found no place to sit for the past hour. Law leads him to where his mother was sitting still busy with work. 
       "Hi, mom I brought a friend to sit here, she helped me find and pick out my books. Is that okay?" Law asked his mother who finally looked up.
       Liz looked up from her work only to be surprised by the appearance of a beautiful blonde girl, while quickly gained an inquisitive look.
       "Yep, that fine Law we have plenty of space here. Thank you for taking care of my baby boy, he has a hard time paying attention to his surroundings and probably would have hurt himself if someone didn't help him" Liz said smiling at Susan who started to giggle. 
       "It's fine Ms. Napier, Law is a perfect gentleman. My name is Susan Storm." Susan replied covering for him. Liz gained a look of surprise, and then immediately that look turned to happiness.
       "You must be Mary's 15-year-old baby girl," Liz said while both Law and Susan gained a shocked look. Law for the fact that his mom was connected to so many notable figures in the Marvel universe, and Susan for the fact that Law's mother knew her mom. 
       "Oh, I should probably introduce myself. I am Lissandra Napier, your mother and I used to go to the same college but while I studied literature, your mother studied bio-chem. You can call me aunty Liz, after all, I was there when you were born. Also, you can refer to Law as your younger brother because your mom and I were already planning to introduce him to you and your little brother soon." Liz replied smiling. Susan took a few seconds to comprehend the situation before taking the situation in stride.
       "Okay, Aunty Liz it's nice to meet you," Susan replied widening the smile on Liz's face. Susan then suddenly turned to Law with a smug smile on her face.
       "Did you hear that Little Law, from now on you will refer to me as Big SIs Sue" Susan stated smugly causing Law to gain a deadpan look while causing his mother to laugh. 
       'This is going to be a long day' Law couldn't help but think to himself and Susan got settled in a seat at the table.

The Marvel World has a variety of powers and abilities. Just how much havoc and change can a single cultivator bring into the mix. Well, we are about to find out. 
	Aaron Zamora was a middle age author whose life continually screwed. Watch as a somewhat broken man uses his 5 wishes to gain the powers of Desolate Era cultivator. Will the Marvel World, and to other multiverses that exist still be the same after a being who goes against the heavens is brought into the mix? After all, cultivation is the best way for a mortal to Ascend the Heavens.

Background-
First life: Mike smoke was born in 1995 and raised in Atlanta Georgia Mike lived a normal life. 
At a very young age, it became obvious that Mike was a very hands-on kid. As he liked to express himself more with his hands than his mouth. 

And when Mike was 10 he showed interested in engineering due to some influence of his parents but more so from tv shows and some of his favorite comic heroes. Mike liked a lot of shows such as "Myth Busters", "How its made", "Avengers", "Star Wars", "Gundam" and many others. 

When his friends asked what is his favorite comic is he would say he liked Marvel over DC cause they have too many OP characters. But still reads some DC comics as well as other stuff like manga because he likes some of their characters, stories, and powers. 

When he became 16 and got his permit his parents got to training him in driving, which made him happy. Then while in class one of Mike's teachers talked about a scholarship that was looking for students interested in electrical and mechanical engineering programs from the Georgia Institute of Technology. 

Mike and some of the other students went to apply but saw he is missing some classes. So when Mike went home he told his parents about the scholarship, they were all for it but under the condition that he would do some jobs or do some easy money scholarship as they didn't have enough money on them. 

And Mike agreed, so for 1 year and a half of job surfing and doing other miscellaneous work to get the money needed, he finally got enough money for the classes needed for the scholarship. Even after Mike getting the money needed he kept doing working due to liking some of the jobs he did though not as much as before and to have some pocket money for himself. 

After graduation, Mike was told that he only had 6 months to himself before he goes to Georgia Institute of Technology. So for 5 months Mike's takes it slow and spends his time doing what he wants by himself or sometimes with his family and friends. After his five months doing what he wanted was over he went to Georgia Institute of Technology, enrolled himself into their system picked the mechanical engineering course and classes. It took Mike 5 years to finish his mechanical engineering course and in all that time he managed to get a job for a big growing company from one of the many internships he did. 

25 years later, Mike is a 48-year-old guy happily married with a beautiful wife and 2 kids he loves dearly. Everything looked like it was going good for Mike but as we all know all good things tend to come to an end. 

While Mike and his family were going to the bank to make bank accounts for his kids. Until two guys in all black clothing, jacket, camo pants, gloves and masked came in with one handgun each, they had Glock to be specific. One of them was at the door most likely the lookout and the other one was forcing everyone to follow his orders or get shot, he ordered everyone to line up against the walls with their back to the wall and sit. It was obviously a bank robbery, the two robbers were having easy for like 15 minutes till the cops showed up and surrounded the whole bank. That's when everything went south and the robber started using the people as hostages. 

Throughout this whole, Mike was scared and worried about his wife and kids and the kids and the kids of other parents. He was worried that they would use one of his kids or someone else kid as a hostage.
And his fear was about to come true as the robbers were chatting of using the little girl next to him. Mike knew that if no one does something soon then the life of an innocent child would be killed and he didn't want to see or let his kids see someone else kid die. 

So encouraging himself up Mike gives his wife possibly the last look in the eye, grabs her hand and told her "everything is gonna be okay." Then looks at the two robbers and waits for an opportunity to strike preferably one of them when they are not together. So while he waited for the chance to appear he turn to the dad of the little girl told him the plan he had in mind. 

The man thought that Mike must be going crazy but then was told of the robbers plan to use his daughter as a hostage an he quickly changes his attitude and agreed to help. And as they were talking and waiting for that chance it appeared itself when one of them had to go to the restroom. 

It was a now or never moment so when they saw the chance both Mike and the other man looked at each other and nodded. They crawl their way as silently and quickly as they possibly can to the robber and attack him, Mike tries to do a neck holding choke on the robber from behind that was yawning. While the other dude went to the front of the robber and punched him in the chest which knock him faster, it only took two punches to knock the robber out cold. 

Ones they knock the robber down they got everyone to crawl out of the bank except Mike and the other dude as they had to stay at the back to help an old man get up to get him out. As the trio were making their way to the exit the other robber came out of the restroom just in time to see all the hostages except the trio that era making their way to the exit. 

The robber yells at them to stop while trying to get his gun out of the gun holster, Mike turns to looks at the other robber that screamed at them. He notices that the robber is having to get his gun out of his holster but also notices that at the speed, they are going they will never make it out before the robber manages to get his gun out of his holster. 

He tells the other dude to get the old man out, before turning around and running as fast as he can straight to the robber to tackle him to the ground. The robber before being tackle manage to get the gun out of its holder but just as he was able to point the gun at them. He got tackled to the floor and drops the gun which slide away from them.

I'm finally free. My little sister really enjoys when I read to her, and with the second volume of the princesses books our mother brought recently, she became once again obsessed with those 'new' stories. 

It has been a really bad year. I went from believing I had a lot of time to introduce all kinds of stories to the world, to realize that I wasn't the only reincarnated person in the world. And the others were not playing around like I've done until now.

One guy has already written three books, with a fourth coming out soon. Another one has somehow made a cartoon for tv. And there were at least three others making their 'own' comic books, if the information my father has is correct.

Fortunately no one has touched any of the titles I love. But that didn't mean that no one was planning on it, or even worse, already doing it. So now I could only work hard and pray for the best possible outcome. 

"Rachel! It's time to go, are you ready?" My father called me. 

We were going to the comic publisher where my father has some friends. I planned to familiarize myself in the comic business to eventually make one of my own. After all, I have a talent for drawing and I know many interesting stories. 

"Yes daddy" I said with a sweet smile. I couldn't have him regret his decision after all the time I had spent convincing him to bring me there. 

"Are you really planning on making your own comic?" My father asked once we were on the road. 

"Yes! After you told me about the other kids my age doing so much, it inspired me" I replied with extra enthusiasm. 

My father sighed at my answer, "I know that you're a really talented girl with a precious gift, but you don't need to try this hard. You're young, and it worries me all the effort you been putting these last days" He said with a soft tone. 

It's true that I have been working hard lately. And I'm grateful for the care that my father always gives me. But it's nothing serious, he's just perplexed with the sudden change in my attitude. I went from a relaxed and playful girl, to a hard working one who hardly plays anymore. 

"I know daddy. I just want to try it out and see what happens with my own eyes" I finally said. There was no way I could explain to him the importance of not wasting time. 

The rest of our time in the car was filled with the typical questions about school and the friends I've made. My suffering only stopped until we arrived to our destination, where I finally could get out to get some needed space. 

I didn't had any expectations for the place, but still I have to admit that I was somehow disappointed. It was just a building, with no special details worth mentioning, besides the big sign at the entrance. 

Fortunately the interior had more life to it. There were some people walking from one side to the other, talking and discussing loudly about many things. 

Among the group of people there was one of my dad's friends, an amicable looking middle age guy, who was a little on the fat side. When he saw us, he approached with a happy expression on his face. 

"Robert! Nice to see you" He said before giving my father a short hug. 

"I see that you haven't left the hamburgers, huh?" My father joked. 

"Hahaha, I tried it for a couple of days... Never again!" He replied. And then they proceeded to joke around for a extremely long time. In my unbiased opinion. 

"Glenn, this is my daughter. Rachel" My father suddenly said. I was starting to think that he forgot to introduce me in the first place. 

"Hello Mr. Glenn, I'm Rachel. It's nice to meet you" I saluted him politely. 

"Nice to meet you too!" He said to me with a smile, "Are you sure that she's your daughter? She's cute and well mannered after all" He joked again. But I sure wasn't going to let them go at it again. 

"Mr. Glenn, what is everyone doing? They seem to be discussing something important" I asked while pointing the group of people in front. 

"Oh! They are discussing about work, we have some deadlines to accomplish after all... Although the topic now is about Michael. A kid who's making this really cool comic book named 'The walking dead' " He explained. 

"Is Michael here?" I asked quickly. I really wanted to meet another person in my situation. Maybe the possibility of working together wasn't impossible after all. 

"Yes, do you want to meet him?" He asked with interest. 

I just nodded in confirmation, and after some more small talk between the 'adults', we went towards one of the rooms in the building. 

Inside, there was a young kid my age discussing with two adults about something related to the violence of the comic, according to what I could hear. 

The kid, that should be Michael, had a beautiful shiny blonde hair, although a little too long for my liking. He had pale skin, a small pointy nose, and deep blue eyes. He's definitely cute. 

"Ok, let me ask the boss" One of the adults said, and then walked away. 

Taking advantage of the situation, I approached quickly with a clear intention on mind. "Hey there. I'm Rachel" I introduced myself to the pair in front of me. Although my eyes never left Michael. 

"Hello Rachel. I'm Thomas and this is my son Michael" He said once he noticed his son's lack of interest. 

"Tom! How is it all going?" Glenn asked once he and my dad got closer. 

Like I supposed, there was a problem about how violent the comic was turning out. What did surprise me, was that no one mentioned the fact that a little kid imagined that violence in the first place. 

The adults were discussing about it, so I finally made my move, "Hey, are you planning in doing the whole farm storyline? I ask because I wasn't really a fan of that part in the TV show" I said with a mischievous smile. 

I totally caught him off guard. His expression transformed quickly from irritating and expressionless, to one full of surprise and I even dare to say relief too. 

"Come with me" He simply said after a while, and walked towards one corner of the room. I signaled my father where I was going and then followed him. 

"So another one has appeared" He said playfully when we reached a 'safe' spot. 

"Why are you trying to act like I didn't surprise you? Your face before was pure gold" I joked. 

"Ha ha, a funny one I see" He said, adopting a more serious expression. "Let's drop the act. Why are you here?" 

"Do I need a reason to present myself to you?" I asked back. I wanted us to have talked casually for a longer period of time before we started with business. But he obviously had other plans. 

He just sighed with a tired expression at my words, "Well, let me present the situation from my perspective first, so we'll both are in the same place" He said with a low tone that totally didn't match his boyish looks. 

"I don't know how many reincarnated people there are. And I suspect, given the people I'm aware of, that we all were born around the same year... What I do know, is that we have a big opportunity to succeed thanks to our bast knowledge of future inventions. But like the kids we are, we are limited in our actions... So, the entertainment industry turned out to be the best alternative for us to tackle. Comics, books, tv shows, music. There's a lot of possibilities... "

"I'm aware of that. In fact I'm planning to make a certain story on my own. Which, as you could have guessed, is the principal reason of my presence here" I said with a small smile.  

"That's cute" He smirked, but it didn't last long before his serious expression returned "...In my case, once I realized the situation I was in, all I could think of was to make this one property I loved and make it my own. Give it my own spin if you may...But I was late" 

That sucks, I really hope that doesn't happen to me. And considering that 'Harry Potter' is very popular, it could happen at any time. 

"What was the property you wanted to make?" I asked. I didn't want to pry, but my curiosity was bigger. 

"Star wars" He admitted, "A girl named Carla presented the idea earlier to other comic publisher" 

I completely forgot about that one. It will be hard to make it popular at this time though. And introducing it with a comic instead of a movie, will make it even more difficult. 

"Do you know of others like us?... Besides Carla I mean" I was curious, and he seemed to know more than me about the others. 

"So you really want to join the fun, huh?" Michael said, while he genuinely smiled for the first time. "Well you're in luck, thanks to my father I was able to get to know about most of the competition... 

There's this unknown girl, who I believe will participate in a kid show. But she's going with the music route, so I'm not that interested about her.

Miguel, who I discovered recently, is writting 'The chronicles of Narnia'. Although I been told that it will take him some time to finish.

And the worst of all, even more so than Carla, is this guy who doesn't know how to take it easy. Samuel..."

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

They day after The Colonel's Convoy settled into the university. A blizzard of an unworldly making set in. Gathered on the main floor, Bayek addressed the convoy once more before taking on his scientific endeavors for the winter. "We made it, Ladies and gentlemen, we made it. This will be the first winters of many. All of us here are mostly military, other civilians before this all started. With that being said. I want everyone to get with Emma, April, and Miranda. Tell them your job, any skills you feel will be beneficial to this company. From their duties will be assigned. 

You can eat, drink, and kickback all you want. But you will carry your weight. All children of school age will continue their schooling. At least things that will need to be learned in order to keep us going. They will spend each day of the week except weekends, learning about the different jobs assigned around the company.  "

Bayek took a long breath and looked over the company observing their reactions. Everyone seemed intent on pulling their weight. And showed expressions of conviction. Nodding his in approval Bayek continued 

"Evolved people will spend this winter with me on the top floor, for research. After jobs are assigned, we will start forming teams and then everyone will be subject to more physical training.  PT or die. But I won't be the one to kill you, those walkers outside will. Finally. Every Monday will be posting task on the board in the main hall. It will have things that the company needs, and things that are needed to prepare for departure in spring, today is now November 13, 2010. So, relax, do your jobs and enjoy your stay at the University resort" 

Finished with his address the building echoed with shouts "Kill! Rah!" civilians gave a round of applause with smiles on their faces. They could be in worse situations. But the Colonel made sure they had shelter before they froze to death. It was the third time head saved their necks and the people appreciated it.

The company began forming to lines. One for military personal and another full of civilians, to report their occupations and skills. Bayek and April took a walk through the building. It had three floors all together. The first floor consisted of 6 lecture halls and 4 small classrooms; the first floor was also attached to a Starbucks. The second floor had a common area, 6 laboratories and 2 chemical and equipment lockups, along with the staff offices.  It was an identical set up on the third floor as it was on the second. More than enough supplies for Bayek to conduct research. 

During their stroll, April and Bayek talked about their food supply, Medicine, ammunition, clothes, and more.  They decided to wait until the blizzard killed over and to ration supplies for the time being. Looking at a map of the surrounding area. 
"So how do you want to handle this?" April asked him




"I'm going to leave it up to you, just make sure you check that Starbucks for coffee. I 'll call for you when I'm ready for the evolved. Make sure that the power is directed towards the heater and light out at 9 to save fuel. You got this?" Bayek asked

"Of course, you just find a way to kill those things."


The winter went buy in relative peace, Teams went out and gathered supplies from the surrounding are to prepare for war season. Most of the walkers were frozen stiff during the winter. And the world had shown another face. The harshest winter anyone had experienced was upon them. It was like the Siberian tundra outside , But the company soldiered on. 

Archery and hand to hand combat was taught to everyone. Civilians had to become fighters. And the kids were taught to load magazine, engineering, first aid, and other things that were crucial to the survival of the entire company. With a routine in place, everyone started to feel a lot more comfortable in the university.

Bayek him self like the change, the company was turning into 100 percent fighting force. And the best part was that the more they trained the more their bodily limits increased making it hard to achieve evolution, but when they did, it would produce phenomenal results.

Bayek spent his days in the lab, Reading and studying. Testing the evolved and normal humans. With the body of a variant and the cocoon of an evolved. Bayek pretty much had all he need for his initial research. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Bayek spent his time shut in the lab. He had come to the conclusion that the suppressed DNA activated after the sudden increase of environmental pressure. It was like, evolution on steroids. The next question was how to induce the DNA activation without the need to fight a horde.

In mid-March, Bayek had saw a school student reading a comic book. It was none other than captain America Volume 5. Bayek laughed to himself. In his past life, Marvel had made a Captain America movie. Steve Rodgers was a slim and sickly man in the beginning. That is until he was injected with a serum and but in some type of incubator. In that moment, Bayek had came up with the craziest fucking Idea of the century. 

Snatching the comic book from the kid's hands, Bayek went straight to Starbucks. It had been turned into a kitchen for the company. The team leaders always ate last and liked to conduct their morning meetings while they ate

Rushing through the door. Bayek slapped the comic book on the table. "If I didn't know you in Atlanta, get out." Bayek ordered in a stern commanding voice. When the room was finally cleared of untrusted personnel Bayek looked at everyone with a childish grin

"When you have nothing to lose, risk it all" They group looked at each other a little confused. "Remember the memo I sent to you about the confirmed trigger that causes onset evolution?" 

April nodded her head "well, the next question I asked my self was how to  trigger an evolution, without the need of a horde. I was completely stuck. Until I saw a kid reading Captain America…"
The group was stuck for a while, it seemed that not a lot of them were comic book fans. But in the Nadia was slacked jawed "No way?!" The group turned to look at her.

"What are you doing her, I didn't know you in Atlanta" Seiichi spoke
"Leave em alone Bayek, they're Cesar's family and they've been a big help this winter" April intervened

"Oh well. By sound of your little outburst. You know what I'm thinking. Care to share with the Group?" Bayek asked with an amused smile

"Umm... Well before the outbreak I was like a super mega comic book fan, I mean I have a had the copies comic book from timely comics before it became marvel. Captain America was like one of my all-time favorites…" Nadia ramble

"Yo! Get to the point" Hazel interrupted her
"The point is, Captain America wasn't always Captain America. He was an average joe like the rest of us, until he was injected by an experimental Serum."

In that moment, it dawned on them. Bayek was finally going full Dred Doctor.
"That's the craziest fucking Idea, I've ever heard. We can't inject people with magic serums" Em was the first to voice her disagreement

"The Serum will induce pain. Extreme pain. The Incubator is the difficult part" Bayek went on to explain his entire plan with everyone. From the purpose of the serum, the construction and purpose of the incubator. And what he hoped to accomplish if everything went right.

"We need to risk it all. By this time next year, who knows how many variant will be hunting humans. And what if that variant, evolves.  Our only choice is to get stronger. Guns can put them down. But we can't shoot what we can't see. And when those bullets are all gone, then what?" Bayek said his closing argument and watched the changing expressions of the group.

That meeting, in a run-down Starbucks, would change the course of humanity in ways that Bayek would have never imagined. Marking the era of a battle against an enemy far beyond any of their comprehension. The meeting will become known as the first gathering of the Genesis Council.



In the following days. The company spent their time hunting down parts to build the incubator.  While Bayek meditated and cultivated his Qi. One night in the middle of deep meditation. Bayek had saw images of the Goddess Hecate in his mind's eyes. She said no words and only sent him pictures. These pictures were messages left in him, when Hecate had given Bayek his last gift, for the mistake of dropping him in The Walking Dead world.

When Bayek opened his eyes. The layer of impurities flaked off of his body and his eyes shined with a profound light
"So that's how it is."

Body conditioning
Meridians connection, then opening
Qi gathering
Qi Condensation

The message was stopped after that. It was the stages of cultivation that Bayek could ascend. According to his personally examination. He was nearing the peak of body condition. He wouldn't be able to hold Qi in his body until Qi gathering stage. All he could do know was use external Qi, like a human energy conductor.

My MC find's himself to be the last believer of a dying Goddess. Rewarded for his loyalty he is granted another life... And then some.

However, what happens when the Goddess you love so much, fucks up and sends you to an apocalyptic world, where the dead walks.

Be advised! Profanity, nudity, ruthless murder, sex, and all things sinful to be expected in the apocalypse will be included in this story.





I do not own the walking dead.
My cover Photo is from Pintrest
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/398779742001652555/

-Not really a SI but I'll make an exception for this one, it's very cool and I'm just a sucker for hero turned villain type stories.
*Izuku is inspired by Marvel Comics (Iron Man, Thanos...) He will build his own Infinity Gauntlet with quirks~
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*It's kinda hard to see a Villain Deku after S4 E13. This is pretty much a what if Deku doesn't get All Might's quirk fic~

Sypnosis: Apotheosis, the highest point in the development of something or if you prefer, the elevation of someone to divine status. "Fun isn't something one considers when trying to create a better world", Izuku smirked as he held up his gauntlet covered fist. "But this does put a smile on my face". Villain Izuku, eventually OP as hell. Infinity Gauntlet AU.
Rated: T
Words: 141K
Posted on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12948720/1/Apotheosis (Lord Wolfe)

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Chapter 1 

"People aren't born equal", Even though they should be. We are all living breathing beings born of the same species on the same planet, in the same universe. So what made some people better than others? Quirks, super powers that over eighty percent of the population were born with. It used to be money, or ethnicity, but that was human nature. People will always find ways to be better than others just so they could look down on the others. Unfortunately for Izuku Midoriya, he was the one of the 'others' of society.
A quirkless boy that everyone looked down on, like he had some sort of disability just by being a normal human. But even still, he wanted nothing more than to be a hero, maybe not the greatest hero, but a hero none the less. All Might was always his idol, that man's smile and attitude was always a light in his otherwise bleak world. That's what he wanted to be, that light in someone else's world, Izuku felt like he owed it to someone out there to be their light just like All Might was his.
Until he was told by said hero to give up on his dreams. Until he saw All Might for what he really was. It was one thing to be picked on by Kacchan and told every day that he was a quirkless nobody that could never be a hero. As much as that chipped away at his self-esteem and confidence, he could still carry on with that. But to hear the same thing from the number one hero. That was soul crushing.
'I can't be a hero huh? Fine. You win world', Izuku sighed finally giving up. He didn't bother stopping to take notes on whatever commotion was going on in the streets. All of his notes, scientific formulas, diagrams and sketches for devices and gadgets were meaningless to him now. He didn't care anymore.
LATER THAT DAY
Izuku stared at his wall of hero posters and magazine cutouts with a somber look on his freckled face. Slowly he reached up and started taking them down, opened up one of the trash bags he got from the kitchen and stuffed it all into the bag.
"It appears your son is quirkless, I'm sorry but he won't be able to be a hero"
He took all of his notebooks and tossed them in the bag. Next was all of his theories, sketches and diagrams for devices and gadgets that could simulate a quirk. He even threw out all of his mathematical equations for these theories and hypothetical projects.
"I'm sorry Izuku"
Izuku went into his closet and grabbed all the comic books, manga, and graphic novels that he collected over the years. It wasn't just Japanese comics, but American ones to. He used to like the intricate and elaborate universes that Marvel and DC created with their comics. Now though they all lost meaning to him so into the trash they go.
"I'm sorry kid, but without a quirk you can't be a hero. We risk our lives every day, it's not something a quirkless person can do. Try being an officer, sure it's not the most glamorous job, but it's still a noble profession"
Lastly the All Might merchandise that he kept had to go. That man used to be his favorite hero. A hero that saved people with a smile and always preached about never giving up. Until Izuku got to meet him face to face and was told by the number one hero to give up. He even got to see the hero's true form, a skinny emaciated man that wore his muscles like a mask. Hiding the weak body beneath. It was all so eye opening. Not only was his dreams to be a hero crushed, but it turns out his role model All Might was nothing more than a pretender. 'Three hours a day huh?' He might as well be one of the made up heroes in those comic books stuffed in the trash. 'Clinging to his title and fame like a leech, even if it costs him his health'
Just like all these fake heroes in today's quirk obsessed society. All they cared about is fame and money. No one wanted to be a real hero that just wanted to save people. Kacchan was the perfect example, always boasting about being the greatest and richest hero ever, but the way he bullied Izuku you would think he'd be more suited for a life of villainy. Though that was human nature wasn't it, nobody did anything for free, everyone wanted something and these frauds dressed in colored costumes were no different. Where were the real heroes? The ones like in his comics, the ones that these moronic fakers pretended to be.
Irritation and disgust began to fill Izuku's thoughts as he glared at his now barren room. 'If I had a quirk I wouldn't be like them', that thought caused the green haired boy to deflate when he realized there really was nothing he could do about it. What could a week quirkless boy like him do to change society? To change the world? According to the doctor, Kacchan and All Might, nothing.
"People really aren't born equal", he sighed again sadly with tears building up. He always knew that he could never be a hero, but he just wanted to hear one person say he could do it. That's all, just one voice in the cacophony of screams that said he couldn't do anything, to say that they believed that a quirkless boy could do something great. That alone would been enough to ease all the pain and heart ache.
Walking back to the closet he checked to make sure everything got thrown away. There his eyes spotted one lone comic book sitting on the top shelf. Reaching up he grabbed it and brought it to his face to look at the cover. He smiled lightly to himself as he remembered this one fondly. A story where the villain technically wins, but the bad guys motives while horrific were done for what he believed to be a noble cause. Balancing the universe, making everything as it should be. Flipping through it he paused on a very epic drawing of the purple skinned villain holding up his gauntlet covered hand about to snap his fingers with it. His green eyes lingered on the stone covered gauntlet while his mind ran a mile a minute.
Izuku suddenly felt an idea pop into his head. For some reason this particular comic reminded him of an interesting article he read a while back. Placing the novel on his desk he went over to the trash bag and dug through for some of his notebooks. Finding the correct one the freckle faced boy flipped it open to his notes along with the print out of the scientific discussion.
Apparently a scientist in Germany figured out a liquid serum that once ingested or injected directly into the blood stream could give that person a quirk for a limited time. Just a few seconds, according to a highlighted sentence. The serum was based from the concentrated DNA of quirked individuals and was unfortunately abandoned due to the dead end the research team ran into.
This led Izuku to wonder. The serum, called project 'Prometheus', was considered a failure due to the fact that the time limitations could never be expanded upon. Looking at his notes on the formulas that were published in the article, he had to wonder if they were looking in the wrong direction. If a quirk could be concentrated into liquid form, could it be concentrated into a solid form. For example a stone, a small stone that could be fitted to a device that would allow the wielder to use a quirk that the stone was derived from.
Izuku pulled out some blank papers and started drawing up some equations. He may not have had a quirk, but he still excelled in math and science. In fact if it wasn't for his foolish dream to go to U.A he would have graduated middle school a year ago. Having a genius level intellect was the only solace the universe gave him, after robbing him of the gift of having a quirk. Too bad such a powerful mind wasn't even considered as remarkable in a world where quirks outshine everything.
THE NEXT MORNING
"Yes this is it", Izuku wanted to laugh in triumph. "This is it" He spent all night working on this equation and he finally cracked it. A way to extract the essence of a quirk from someone's DNA and concentrate it into a crystalized stone form. His formula was based off of project 'Prometheus', except his would work, in theory at least. He was so close though, just a few lines of math could turn a quirkless person into the most powerful being on the planet. All he needed was some sort of object to attach the stones too once they were made. But what kind of devise should he make? Looking at the comic that inspired him he decided that he might as well go with that.
"The Infinity Gauntlet", Izuku smiled thinking about the future hero society he will make with this device. No more frauds and pretend heroes like All Might. Everything will be as it should be. Perfectly balanced. With only those he deemed real heroes allowed. His dream to be a hero was dead, but his new dream, he vowed would come to fruition.
However there was just one problem.
"Where am I going to get the money to make it?"

This was an idea a friend and I came up with recently after seeing Infinity War. At first I wasn't going to write this because I already had an Infinity Gauntlet parody I planned on doing in the future as part of the Time Misfits trilogy on my profile, but we started talking about this idea and spent a good three hours discussing it. By the end my friend practically begged me to write it so here I am.
My knowledge of this series isn't as encyclopedic as say Bleach as I just go into it, I'm on season two, so I'll do my best. Thank god for Wiki, am I right?
If Izuku was going to be a villain I like to think he'd be a nerdy type villain like Syndrome. A villain that makes devices and gadgets to make himself powerful. Knowledge is power and all that.
Izuku is not going to have the gauntlet yet, it will be some chapters later where he finishes it and adds the stones to it. It's going to be five stones not six, no mind stone because I feel like that would a bit too OP. The stones are also going to work a bit differently then what you're probably thinking.
I don't want to spoil too much, but there's going to be a couple fight scenes between Izuku and All Might where things are going to get pretty crazy. I'm trying to improve how I write fight scenes, so consider this a teaser of coming events.
I'm curious to see what you all think. Should I continue it or scrap this story?

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West Village, New York.
Murdoch Residence.

Two weeks after his woke up from the coma, James finally stay in this residence after his discharged from the hospital. Actually, he want to be discharged earlier but his family insisted that he has to be monitored until it was 200 % sure there's nothing wrong with him. Because of this he once again felt blessed by how he loved by his family, almost to the point of crying.

And now here he is, in one of the so many properties his family own. 
His father, Rupert Murdoch actually rarely stayed in the United States. As a media mogul and as a major shareholder of News Corporation he is still more focus in Australia and UK market, even though he already officially became a U.S citizen last year. As for his mother Anna Maria Murdoch was a former reporter for one of his father's subsidiary newspaper and then they got married in 1967. By their marriage born Elizabeth, Lachland, and James himself. Elizabeth was born in 1968, she will be 17 this year and going to college next year. His older brother, Lachland was born in 1971 and just one year older than him, he is still in high school right now. As for the not mention half-sister, Prudence Murdoch, he really not know much about her. He only knew she stayed in London and already work in Daily Mirror newspaper for so long. Ever since his childhood he rarely saw or communicated with this sister of him. He didn't know if it was because of him or because of her but there's something like instinctual alienation feeling if he thought about her. James also remember he didn't see his half-sister face when he was bed-sick in hospital until this day. 

" Sigh, what a complicated family. " James thought.

James tried hard to recall what he knew about other family matters from his alternate life memories but he can't remember any crucial information that will affect the overall condition of his family except one, he knows his parents will divorce in 1999. If there'll be no butterfly effect happen, this will affect Elizabeth the most but he by no means will try to interfere in his parents business because he knew how complicated life as an adult was, and he thought it is for the best if they can solve the problem by themselves no matter what the results.

" Well, my father will always be my father and my mother will always be my mother, nothing can change that no matter what happen. I just focus on what I can do so that they both can be proud to have a son named James Rupert Jacob Murdoch. " This thought made James more determined to achieve his ultimate dream. 

Although The Murdoch family already have business in America such as New York Post and the behemoth 20th Century Fox film studio but because of Rupert Murdoch's focus and obsession this time concentrated in the expansion of his TV Network and in addition in the U.S side this time there are still strict regulations on national TV Network which forbid mergers with other media, Rupert Murdoch has no choice but to  focus more in Australia and U.K market and temporary neglect the development of his business here. Thinking about his father, James can't help but sighed.

" hah, If only my old man can realize how extreme the potential of movie industry will be, he maybe try to have more focus here. Well, it's fine anyway.  There is still me and my other memories to cope and "eat" everything here and it should be fun to see his expression on later days after he missed this big gold mine. He probably would resented me to death... hahaha " Imagine the will red-face funny moment of his father, James can't help but laugh.

" Now then, what should I do to achieve my ultimate american dream? should I follow Eric Williams' perverted way? or should I try Simon Westeros' ruthless method? " James couldn't help but recall those two characters from the two light novels about hollywood he once read in his leisure time in his alternate life. How those two protagonist try to achieve their dreams one by one, step by step until they became the absolute Rulemaker. James remembered everything in those stories and how he fancy their luck. And the luck finally come upon himself. Now, it's his turn. 

" How can I miss this opportunity? If I can only be a mediocre one in this life, might as well go suicide and don't ask to be reborn again. "

" In this world I can only be the best, the absolute or at least near-absolute, if I claim to be the second best, no one should even dare to be the number one. "

" But Luckily I have a better start than those two. At least I'm a "noveau-riche" upstart. I can nurture my solid foundation in this world faster and then become A Ruler of my own game. Alright then, first is The Target, I better start to write my plan now before I forget it " and then James started to write his first feasible target.

" Hmmm... let's see... 1986, huh... if I'm not wrong, Marvel Comics Group should be sold by Candence industries to the New World Entertainment by November of this year... Now it's late july, the deal is in November 1986, I still have around at least one month to enter the bidding war and then I need to enter the bid as soon as possible so that I can win this precious asset. The problem now is MONEY. I need at least 2 million USD to enter the bid to win this gold mine and maximum 10 million USD for the worst but I believe I can win this asset for only maximum 4 or 5 million USD but just in case there's another unexpected situation. In the 80's 4 million USD maybe equal to 85 million USD in the 2000's if I based it on the inflation. 85 million USD for something that people think has no value beside its comic books and toys is already considered very generous. Even DC Comics Group once in 1983 was offered by Steve Ross, CEO of Warner Bros. to Marvel Comics Group to be acquired by my Marvel but got rejected. Marvel's reason DC comic lack of characters imagination value if compare to Marvel's characters. Then there goes down the most shocking revelation in later years. That's why I highly doubted there'll will be someone who can realize this Marvel Comics group potential. Even The New World Entertainment Studio was sold to Ron Perelman The Wall Street sniper for only just about 82.5 Million USD in 1989 and that even including this Marvel Comics Group. How cheap was that for something that has billions of dollars potential years later. This can proof how short-sighted people can be. So I am confident I can win this asset with just 4 million USD. So, the next task is how to convince my old man to lend me that amount of money. He will almost likely beat me to death if suddenly I asked for 4 million USD not to mention 10 million USD. And even if my old man somehow agree, my age limit will prohibit me to participate in bid for this "gold mine". Maybe, I better start asking if there's any possibility I can find a way to bypass this obstacle. Sigh, I really need an advisor right now. " Like that James Murdoch decide to try to convince his father and also try ask him maybe can help him so that James can open and own a company in his own name. After that James circle the Marvel Comics Group's sign with his pencil. First Target confirmed. 

MARVEL COMICS GROUP. 


" Ok, since the first target has already been confirmed now I have to make The First Step to enter the Hollywood. " 

James aware that before the information Era in the late 90's and 2000's, people either from U.S or other countries will always synonimized American dream with Hollywood. American Dream is Hollywood, and vice versa. How to enter Hollywood is no problem for James, the problem is.

" Damn. Too many choices. I can't even decide which one. As director myself in my alternate life, I can pick one from all movies I remember that have high probabilities to achieve a great box office. But if I have a too great achievement in this early stage, others will become aware of me and try follow up and put obstacles in my way. In addition I'm one of the murdochs. Nobody are willing to see another giant to be media mogul born from the murdochs. People will always be in vigilance because of me. So, I have to make a hit box office movie and at the same time create camouflage image for now. What movie should it be? hmmm... "

James tried so hard to think about it and finally his thought crossed to that certain movie.
That movie is really have simple story.

 " Yup the simple the better. "

That movie is about the story of a naughty kid.

" In many people eyes I'm just a kid. I'm 13 years Old. So people won't be suspicious if I make movie about a naughty kid myself. Only a kid can understand another kid... Hahaha, this is perfectly tailored for me. "

That movie doesn't need high-level technique in shooting.

" Yeah, It would acceptable even if an amateur shoot it. "

James thought that movie is really nothing special but the idea behind it is really innovative and marvelous. James can't help but muttered.

" Who on Earth can thought such a story, only John Hughes can. So, Mr. Hughes, I can really say thank you and I'm sorry for robbing you from your future work, but I will compensate you in another way later. "

Just like that James finally decide to enter Hollywood with his first original-piracy work : HOME ALONE.

" OK, time to write the script. "

American dream, the first thought must be Hollywood. 

" Oh My God, I'm actually here. Princess Drew, Queen Kathryn, wait for me. " 

This novel is about ultimate American Dream : Hollywood & Hollywood. This novel was written because nobody was willing to translate my favorite Qidian novel "I'm in Hollywood" & "Hollywood Hunter". So, Don't read this novel because this is a complete copy of those novel above. A complete plagiarism.

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