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?

-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?

I've had enough of the "fanfics" here being dialogues and so must you... here's some self insert fanfictions that you'll probably like! Some from DC, Naruto, Marvel... will most likely add more. 

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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.

"I'll not be giving you any of my gold coins," I angrily bit out. Not allowing the little shit to talk, I snatch my Septim back and drop three more gold bars on the counter.








The resounding thump of the bars landing on the wood counter draws several eyes.








Despite these little thieves attempting to screw me over on my Septims, I still need Galleons. The price per gold bar does sound fair. I thought about selling the gold coins in the muggle market, but trying to find a buyer for over thirty thousand gold coins will draw unwanted attention. 

I don't want to get rid of all my Septims, you never know when non-magical gold coins could come in handy. I'll find a forge to melt down the Septims into gold bars.








Selling all four of my gold bars to the goblins, I end up with a hefty sum. Even after converting two thousand Galleons into British pounds, I still have slightly over 38,000 Galleons.



I purchased an enchanted money purse, called a mokeskin-pouch, from the short little crooks.



The mokeskin-pouch can only be accessed by me, preventing others from stealing the money I have stored in it. The magical wallet was a necessity. My pile of Galleons takes up an area larger than the amount of free space I have in my subspace.


Luckily, there was no issue with storing the filled mokeskin-pouch in my subspace. I can think of several ways to exploit this. I still have to test if time affects the things I have stored in my subspace.



Too bad I don't have a sweetroll.



Walking out of Gringotts, it's time to do some shopping. The first thing on my list is a new wardrobe. My current armor is enchanted to Oblivion and back, but it draws too much attention.




I want to blend in, but I don't know an Illusion spell to change the appearance of my cloths. Yet.




As I'm looking for Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, I start to think about my armor's enchantments. Enchantments are another worry.




I only have twenty-seven filled soul gems and twenty empty ones. I don't know if I'll be able to fill the empty soul gems in this world, so I may be limited to only twenty-seven enchantments. I'll have to be selective about what I use them on until I confirm if I can fill the other twenty.


I do wonder if I can learn new enchantments from magical items here, cause I can think of a few I want. I also wonder if I'm restricted to only two enchantments per item?



Making a small enchanter's table won't be hard. I should be able to get everything right here in Diagon Alley.


 
I'm starting to regret having most of my character's items stored in his villa. Or I should say my villa. So many things that would have been useful, lost to me now.


Finally, finding the clothing shop, I hurriedly step inside the doorway. I was getting tired of all the people openly staring.



A squat, middle-aged woman wearing a fashionable mauve dress, quickly moved to greet me. With a warm smile, Madam Malkin cheerfully said, "Oh, come on in dear. What can I get you? We have a wide selection to pick from."


The next hour is a whirl of being measured and picking out fabric and colors. Despite Madam Malkin's customer service, I lost all desire for clothes shopping after the first fifteen minutes. 

Regardless of my lack of enthusiasm, I was able to walk out with several full sets of muggle and wizard attire. I even purchased an over-sized hooded robe, one that will fit over my armor.



It seems the wizarding fashion is roughly a century behind the muggle world. The muggle clothing leaned more towards the Gothic Victorian era three-piece suits than casual wear. The clothes remind me of what Lucius Malfoy wore in the moves. It's not a total loss. I was able to replace my loincloth and wool socks.



While I am not fond of the idea of shedding my armor, it's my jewelry that has the Health and Magicka enchantments.




At slightly over four-hundred Galleons, I now have my new wardrobe. Madam Malkin allows me to use one of her dressing rooms to change. I slip on a pair of black slacks and roll the sleeves of my dark dress shirt for a more modern look. My armor and new clothes take up the rest of the room in my subspace.



Stepping out of the chic clothing store, I'm now ready to find out what kind of crossover world this is. I quickly make my way back to The Leaky Cauldron. Before leaving the pub, I reserve a room for the night from Tom.



Once back on Charing Cross Road, I move next door to Quinto Bookshop & Francis Edward. There was a smell of old furniture about the place. The left side of the entrance was filled with antique furniture. On the right are several rows of short bookcases.




It doesn't take me long to find the section for non-fiction and biographies. Picking up a dense book on World War Two, I begin to scan for anything different from what I know from my previous life.




Less than a third of the way into the book, I freeze. Taking up half the page is a picture of a young Hugo Weaving in a Nazi uniform. The picture caption reads, 'Hydra leader, Johann Schmidt.'


Hydra?!

Holy shit, this is Marvel! Not just Marvel, but possibly the MCU! I'm in a Harry Potter and MCU crossover world!



Before my excitement gets too high, I start combing the shelves for more books. I am specifically looking for books on American history. Looking at American history will be easiest for me to compare what I know from my world, to this new one.




While things seem to be more in line with the books of Harry Potter, I want to confirm what kind of Marvel world this is. Is it the MCU or the comics or an alternate? Are there mutants in this world or any of the lesser-known comic heroes? Judging by the picture in the book being spot-on for Hugo Weaving, it's very likely to be the MCU. 

I continue scanning through the history book. Everything I read seems to match up with the Marvel movies. From a Chris Evans looking Captain American and the Howling Commandos, to Howard Stark's war contributions.




A sudden thought stops my search. While it's been years since I read the Harry Potter books, I've seen all the Marvel movies multiple times. Several only a few weeks before I was sent to this world!


Infinity Stones. The Ancient One. Wakanda. The Super-Soldier Serum. The list goes on and on. The only problem, the MCU doesn't have many events in the '90s. There is Captain Marvel in a few years, but other than that...


Wait. This is the summer of 1991! 

The Winter Soldier kills Howard Stark and his wife at the end of this year. He also steals five samples of Howard Stark's version of the Super Soldier Serum. A serum that gives the recipient more strength and agility than The Winter Soldier. 

The increased anger is a bit of an issue.


Standing in the middle of an old book shop, I begin to form a rough outline for a plan. Even in the MCU, magic is a fearsome weapon. The Ancient One defeated Hulk with one move.



However, one thing I learned from watching Hela in Thor Ragnarok, is one needs mobility and durability to gain the most from magic. Hell, Thanos might have avoided an ax to the chest if he attempted to dodge at the last second. Instead, he tried to throw magic against a weapon that was built to absorb it.

Plus, I need to become powerful enough to prevent Other Me from interfering with my life. His constant threats to destroy my soul, is a hell of an incentive to look into Soul Magic.

I might not be able to beat him, ever, but I might be able to prevent him from carrying out his threat to destroy my soul. 




With the making of a plan in place, I purchase several history books from the bookshop. 

Carrying my books in a plastic bag, I make my way back to The Leaky Cauldron. I throw the books in my room and put on a black robe.




Walking down Diagon Alley, I begin my search for a luggage shop. I found Stowe & Packers Magical Bags in Carkitt Market, a side street of Diagon Alley.



While the shop was packed with every kind of bag imaginable, their trunks were quite limited. I didn't ask, but I suspect the Ministry of Magic limits the amount of space an item can be expanded to. 

I settled on five large traveling trunks, each one has an interior space expanded to four times its size. The largest interior space available for sale. 

I opted not to have any additional spells added to the magical trunks. There really isn't any need for additional protections.



The trunks will fill up most of my subspace but will allow me to quadruple the amount I can store in it. A negative to using the trunks in my subspace, I have to remove the entire trunk, to extract its contents. For now, this is more than acceptable.




Once I learn the Undetectable Expansion Charm, I'll make my own trunks. Hopefully, ones with enough space to fit everything I could possibly want.



I had to ask the shop owner to check on a specialty trunk in the back of his store so he would stop following me. While he was gone, I quickly emptied my subspace into two of the trunks. It was amusing to see the confused look on his face when he returned to see the five trunks gone. I left the shop with five hundred fewer Galleons and five new expanded trunks in my subspace.




My next stop is only a few shops away from Gringotts. Flourish and Blotts. I intend to get every single textbook for Hogwarts, years one through seven. If possible, I'll purchase everything they have on advance magics as well. I need to learn these spells and see how they differ from the spells I know from Skyrim.




If I wanted to, I could cast every single spell from Skyrim without a wand or incantation. They seem to be deeply ingrained into my head. I might be able to learn the Harry Potter spells the same way I learned magic in High Rock and Skyrim.


Or it will be a completely different type of magic that requires a wand. Hopefully, I won't need to acquire a wand to initially learn each spell, and then slowly advance to chantless and wandless.


With any luck, my 'prodigious' magical ability will allow me to master the Hogwarts spells in very little time. Regardless, I still have a massive amount of studying to do if I plan to succeed.



As I step into Flourish and Blotts, I'm completely stunned. This place is ridiculous! The entire store is crammed pack with bookcases that stretch all the way to the ceiling. Many of the bookcases are curved or warped, making the aisles awkward to walk down.


There's only enough room between each aisle for a single person to squeeze through. From what I can see of the second level, it's just as cramped as the first floor.



Carefully shuffling around the wobbly stacks of books on the floor, I try to get a feel for the layout of the bookstore. It doesn't take me long to figure out I'll have to spend the rest of the day searching for the books I want. 

Forget that!


I move to a cleared area with a small cashier station. Behind the counter is a bored-looking young man wearing a brown vest with Flourish and Blotts embroidered on the chest.


Spotting me approaching, the young assistant puts on a fake smile and says, "Good afternoon and welcome to Flourish and Blotts. My name is George, how may I help you?"


Returning the fake smile, I say, "I'm a bit of a hurry. So, I'll pay you fifty Galleons if you can quickly gather my order." The fake smile drops from George's face, and greed quickly fills his eyes.



Playing on George's desire, I tell him, "I need a copy of every single Hogwarts textbook and the corresponding reference books. I'm even willing to pay an additional tip for more advanced fields. Such as occlumency, legilimens, apparition, dueling, and soul magic. I would be most appreciative of books not kept out on display."


The look of building greed suddenly halts at that last line. George appears to be hesitant as he does a quick glance towards the back of the store. Based on that look, I'm willing to bet there is something in the storage area not meant for public view.


To help sway his decision, I pull out a Galleon and rolling it across my knuckles. "Most appreciative," I tell the greedy assistant.


Vigorously nodding his head, George says, "I think we have a few books that will interest you, sir. Just give me a few minutes to gather everything up."


Without waiting for my reply, George is quickly moving around the store, waving his wand as he goes. With each wave of his wand, a new book flies off a shelf and lands on the counter.


I can't help but wonder about the spell George is casting. It appears to be a spell that levitates an object to a predetermined destination. I quickly lose interest in the spell and look towards the counter.

Looking at the forming towers of books, they appear to be the standard textbooks for Hogwarts. Every so often, a uniquely titled book will appear in the stack. '1001 Common Household Spells', 'Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy,' and several more.


It takes George less than fifteen minutes before several tall stacks of books are formed up on the counter. Briefly popping out from behind a bookcase, George calls out to me, "Let me just check something in the back. I'll be right back."


George returns, looking rather excited. In his hands are four dense books. "These are some of the books... The ministry frowns upon."


Taking the books from the excited young man, I scan the titles. 'The Power of Blood', 'Fundamental Rites', 'Pagan Rituals', and 'Apex'.


Three rituals books and a book on dueling... Perfect!

"These will do nicely," I tell the store clerk. I take out one-hundred Galleons and slide them across the counter to George. With a swipe of his hand, the small pile of Galleons disappear.


Turning to the stack of books on the counter, George begins to total my purchase with a satisfied smile on his face.



After adding all the books, the total rings upon the antique cash register. George stares at the number for a moment before he quietly stutters out, "Your total comes to 583 Galleons 4 Sickles and 2 Knuts."


I deposit six-hundred Galleons on the counter, and say, "Keep the change."


Withdrawing an empty trunk from my subspace, I use the Grand Telekinesis spell to send my purchase into the trunk. Placing the trunk back in my subspace, I head to The Leaky Cauldron. I have some reading to do.

A man pulled into the multiverse by a cosmic being, and made into the physical form of his Skyrim character.

Sent into a crossover universe of Harry Potter and the MCU, follow along as the newly formed Breton tries to gain the power to break free of the cosmic being.

*Disclaimer*
I do not own the rights to MCU, Harry Potter, or Skyrim. I own nothing.

The first couple of days Alex resigned himself to being beaten half to death. Though his eyes had adapted to the darkness it didn't help much. Now he could see the punches before he felt then hit his face. He could see the punches but his body couldn't react. It took a week before he could finally dodge and block a couple punches.


He didn't know but the first night he was knocked out his Aunt had prepared an ointment that would speed up the healing process. After every beating he would use that ointment and be ready for another beating the next day.


The second week is when things changed up a little. Now the beatings were moved to a later time. He was moved to a gym located on the floor above the bottom floor. His objective was to run a mile as fast as he could while dodging obstacles. This Gym was designed to teach the agents parkour but Alex was a beginner so he was starting with the basics.


After that he would spar with agents in a room with actual lights. Alex was relieved, he was so used to his Aunt beating him half to death fighting someone else was a relief. Actually being able to react and fight back filled him with joy. He realised that even though his Aunt was tough on him it seemed to be working.

Next couple hours were his free time to experiment with his powers. There were so many heroes with the power of lightning or electricity. Thor the good of lightning had to be the one with the most control, Storm and even that guy from the infamous game were characters he could research. Though he could feel more of a  connection with Static Shock. Similar looks yet he knew with his hair type he could never pull off dreads. 

He relaxed for those couple hours watching Static Shock reminded him of when he was a kid. In the orphanage the only movie he had seen was spider man with Toby Maguire. Comic books and movies weren't really apart of his life until he got adopted. 

According to Theresa, Tom was a complete nerd he had collected marvel and DC comics since he was a kid. He introduced Alex to comics opening his eyes to  the worlds of heroes and villains. They watched every marvel movie that came out and  loved every spider man, even 3. Binge watched smallville like twice, it was one of the reasons his friends called him Lex.

Alex was so lost in thought he didn't notice the time. He was late to training with Veronica he didn't know how she would react but he knew it wouldn't be good. He quickly made  his way to the dark corridor as he like to call it.

Even thought  it was dark his eyes had already adapted. He walked quickly but steadily ready  to accept any punishment he was given.

"Sorry I'm Late." He called out  as he stepped in the room they would regularly train in.

'swoosh' Alex heard it before he saw it he quickly put his arms up to block his face but instead of a punch he was kicked in the gut. He slid backwards barely maintaining his stance He felt the pain as his back hit the wall. 

He looked at Veronica who's hands were filled 'that explains why she kicked me this time' Alex thought as he saw her throw him something. A shiny katana was thrown in the air Alex quickly grabbed it by the hilt pulling it down he immediately maneuvered it to block the cold metallic shine that was slicing towards his chest. 

"What are you doing?" Alex asked as their swords connected. Veronica looked at him with a bored expression before kicking him in the chest. Alex had no idea how to use a katana he barely knew how to fight he couldn't react when another kick connected to his temple knocking him unconscious.

"I would have taught you how to properly use the sword but you were late." Veronica clapped her hands and a bunch of agents came in checking on the unconscious Alex.

" ma'am I believe that was a little harsh, we both know what he was doing before he came down here." Veronica turned to see Madeline standing beside her.

"Him growing up with humans has left to an emotional attachment that couple potentially be a good  or bad. Today it led to him being late these are the consequences." Veronica watched as the agents carried Alex out of the room.

"I think it's time you tell him" Almost everyone in the building knew who he truly was. Someone would eventually slip up Veronica telling him now would make sure certain problems didn't develop.

"He'll learn eventually, I never planned on hiding it. Once he can protect himself from the real enemies I'll tell him but telling him now will only lead to him wanting revenge when he doesn't have the ability to achieve that. She told me to protect him that's what I'm doing"  stoicness laced her voice and Madeline could tell.

"You can't look at everything like it's a mission he's your nephew not a soldier you're preparing for battle."

"You're right he's not a soldier I'm preparing for battle but a prince who's fathers wants nothing more than to kill him. We don't have time to be a happy family."

"He's been alone his whole life, he lost the only father he knew at 14 and now that you're the only biological family member he knows. You need to make time." Madeline voice was filed with sympathy for Alex.

"I need a drink." Veronica walked away thinking about Alex. She knew that she was protecting him by staying away and only watching from the sidelines. She knew Madeline was right she now had a chance to build a bond with him and it was her choice what kind of bond that would be. 

She found herself walking towards Alex's room She peaked through the door. He was still unconscious though she  expected that after the kick she had given him. She turned and left deciding that even if time wasn't on her side she would make the time so that they could bond.
 
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Authors thoughts: i struggled with extending this chapter to 1000 words but I got a little inspiration at the end. (Spoiler Alert Alex is the flash.)

Alexander Anthony Wilson and his friends son find that being a hero is more than just beating the bad guys

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.

my life flash before my eyes then that it. nothing special

I was a... what do you call it oh yeeeesss a bad person the one with bad bad stuff in the head he hee hee but life was good(all that screams and all that) and with the anime and all the cartoons/comic books but really like the marvel ones they are to good.

oops of track.

I was stuck in this weird situation where I relieved my life it got boring after the second death of me( roommate( cellmatel) stab me in the back) but it was fun to look at the faces of the people I played with. 

we were making music I say some were having fun(mind broken) but what ever.

oops lost track again 

on the quadruple time it stopped the memory video thingy shaking then puff it's gone what replaced it was a black pool like mirror like that Disneydick thing mirror mirror on the wall. Just ink like and really bad creepy moving pictures.

the MC(going to think of a name) dies by a peanut that A higher being thrown in the trash 

like the any other novels he goes to the being to get (read the title) and goes to marvel universe to see the life and action in that world!!

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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