A young man addicted to the MCU and Marvel comics dies taking in a failed version of his own Super Soldier Serum. He is reborn as a young child in the Marvel Universe. 
His life is terrible, enslaved by a secret organization with a serum that randomly gives out superpowers, he is forced to become a cold-blooded killer. After becoming enraged and destroying the facility he was locked in, he doesn't know what to do.


Join him on his journey to becoming a Marvel Superhero.


*I don't own the cover or Marvel.

A boy obsessed with comics get's his wish of being an overpowered superhero, only the world changes with him, but the world doesn't change for the better...

Superman won't be a pussy - He isn't afraid of killing.

I was born John Baez in queens NYC. My father was Mike Baez a small or so I thought scientist. My mother was Jenny Platinum a martial artist, that's actually how they met. He was self funding a technology to use the movements from martial arts to develop a program that could study and preserve various martial arts. with her known to have studied many forms it was one of his first stops.


 Eventually she joined him on his quest. For 6 years they traveled around the world studying martial arts and even school programs. before coming back to queens and settling down. they then gave birth to me the great John Baez. Five years later they had finished their second greatest achievement, the learning system. not only martial arts but also schooling up till college was included. 
 

The learning system or L.S. for short was the masterpiece from his self funded project. it can teach various martial arts from parkour (according to mother is an escape based urban martial art) to varma adi that focuses on vital points and about 80 or so others. it can also form a training regimen for a person based off of DNA and daily scans. all designed to bring your body to absolute perfection. based on the martial arts you've learned and one's it recommends bringing you balance. with no permanent harm done no matter your age, sore muscles are still a thing tho. there's even a very basic AI hologram that interacts like a sensei making it more interactive for kids like me.


however the school side is not nearly as fun but it is effective. all I can access right now is till the eighth grade but I've been told it goes up till college. the L.S. supposedly wirelessly gathers information from colleges around the world. gathering training techniques and knowledge for languages, medicine, even sports exercise programs. after all it was originally supposed to help humanity reach the peak of their physical and mental abilities.


  My parents were trying to make it smaller and more affordable for the general population before they died. but other than my personal one they made 2 years ago they haven't made much progress. my personal one can register 1 main user and 4 sub users, she had big plans for me. it has hidden holograms that activate on certain conditions, last time it was both of them singing happy birthday. I wish I knew the conditions I miss them and it's been a few months.

 some goons broke in and tried to steal the L.S. I don't even know how they found out about it. mother managed to kill 8 thugs before one pulled a shotgun taking out my mother and father leaving me alone in the world. the robbers didn't even get the right stuff, just some failed basic the code in it was gibberish. the only working version was mine in a secret room in the basement I called the classroom.


Luckily I was at the neighbors house with my only friend Angie Spica. I was 7 years old and had been taking classes with the L.S. for two years. making me smart for my age not a genius like her, I mean she's seven and playing with circuit boards. she's the only one in the second grade smarter than me well outside of languages I knew Spanish and English well enough to get by. she has 6 older sisters her mom works at a launderette and her dad drives a bus. 


Angie's parents took me in I was always over playing anyway and I think her dad liked actually having a boy in the house instead of 7 daughters and his wife. after a few weeks we were all having nightmares and her parents decided we should move. we heard about a few vigilantes their names weren't known but the crime rates had plummeted. there was the red blur of Central city. the red and blue blur of Metropolis. and finally the dark knight of Gotham. so we voted, yea we voted Angie raised holy hell till we all got a vote. 10 votes altogether and knowledge that 7 year old girls are scary of course I'll come to realize that actually applies to all women, I mean come on tears and puppy dog eyes it's just not right.


After Angie's dad explained how Gotham and Metropolis were so close together and 2 vigilantes were better than one. Central city lost with only one vote, Shelby Angie's eldest sister yep named after the car also loves to draw, stated she saw super hunky firefighters on the news there. the rest of us pretty much just flipped a quarter. And Metropolis got 4 votes, while Gotham got the rest winning with 5 votes.


we spent a few weeks making arrangements for the move. I pached up my things from my house including L.S. Angie's parents said the house would stay in my name and the taxes would come out of my inheritance automatically. luckily my small time (his words that I believed) left alot of money I could basically retire now. However while packing my friends comic book collection and seeing real life examples had me thinking. Maybe just maybe I could become a hero and make sure this doesn't happen to others.


I shared my plan with angie and BAM POW she was in. she even started telling me her plan for a superhero type. "what's a superhero type" with an exasperated look she got into tiny professor mode. " there are 32 main types there's also any combination of these types I guess it's possible to be all although very unlikely. in alphabetical order and without explanations they're acrobat, aerial, armored, aquatic, blaster, brick/tank, elementalist, Energizer, feral, gadgeteer, ghost, government agent, healer, mage, marksman, martial arts, mecha pilot, mentalist, molecular, paragon, possessed, rider, robotic, sentai team, shapeshifter, size changer, slasher, speedster, super genius/mastermind, teleporter, time manipulator, and finally yeller. if you want specifics read my notes. hold on that was alot I need a drink."


as she walked away I knew I needed to look through the notes alot of those were pretty self explanatory but a few weren't. when ang returned I asked "what are your plans for a type." with a cute little grin she stated "since a few are automatically out I'm starting techy. super genius is a must I'm already on my way. then since I have my brains I'll focus on gadgeteer, marksman, and some acrobat mixed with some martial arts. then once I'm smart enough robotics, paragon. that's the plan anyway but lots could happen." she started going on about how cool an over all tech type would be. then all the gadgets she'd make like her comics had but some more practical. then I tuned her out because I stop understanding the words coming out of her mouth. hey I'm smart for 7 but Angie's a genius.



finally she stopped and asked " so any ideas on your type it's important to figure it out early that way you can focus your training." with a confident smile I replied "if your gonna be my little engineer then a martial artist and acrobat to honor my mom and your gadgets and maybe some type enhancement potion to honor my father's science. oh didn't one of your comics have a few guys enhanced by a superpower potion." for some reason her cheeks went all pink. "hey I'm not your little engineer" then she almost when full mini professor again but held it back but it was definitely there in her bright green eyes. " yes there are a few different serums not potions. a bunch came from Trying to remake one original serum known as the super serum. but its formula was lost although some exceptional ones came about from that." 


huh so she didn't like being called an engineer "ok I'll call you my little mad scientist because of the way you do that muahaha laugh when your finishing your experiments." NO! I'll be your little engineer." for some reason her face is now bright red. ang must have really not liked mad scientist. I thought it was accurate though. "so do you think we could make a serum like that or something similar." "I d-d-dont know but its possible in the future I need alot more knowledge." oh I just thought of something, if I add her as a user to the L.S. it would probably speed things up. "hey m.l.e. when we're done moving I wanna show you something." "ok and what's m.l.e." with a happy grin I responded "my little engineer of course the first nickname I've given." oh I think I broke her she's all locked up and I think I see steam coming off my friends red little Hispanic face. even her black hair is frozen not even moving in the breeze coming in her window. yep time to test my superhero vanishing act.

A DC fanfiction with a new character entering the scene. some things will change hopefully not to much.
so far just a regular kid who inherited some helpful tech.

7:21AM:
(Hi I'm Calvin and) "I've always walk past this store as I walked to the bus," I thought.
I put on my blue converses, white shirt, black jeans, black jacket and black backpack. 
I run out the door to get to the bus stop and I realize I have never gone inside the comic store and I have time so I open the door and went in; it was like any other comic store it had comics, posters, action figures and movies on every shelf. But I looked to the counter and saw a box of rings. There was this one ring that look like a panda and it was on the floor so I picked it up and tried to hand it to the man but the man said I could keep it so I put it in my pocket and went on with my day.

7:25AM:
I walk on the sidewalk to the bus stop. Then I waited for bus to get to school. 
Alex came up to me with her black combat boats, colorful shirt, grey sweatpants, and blue jacket.
"What's new??" Alex asked.
"I got a panda ring!" I said.
Then I put it on put my hand in a fist and put my arm out so she could see it.
But suddenly the ring started glowing and a panda came out.
We were amazed. The panda started sniffing Alex.
"Stop!" I said.
The panda stopped.
"Sit!" I said.
The panda sat down.
"This is amazing!" Alex smiled trying not to go in shook and asked, "What should we name it?"
"I don't know," I said
"Lets name him Pal," Alex said.
"Sounds cool what do you think Pal?" I asked.
Pal did a happy jump.
"But how do we go to school with a panda?" I asked.
"Well ask the Pal to back in your ring," Alex said.
"Panda go back in the ring," I said.
Then the panda glowed and went back in the ring.
"Wow that actually worked!" I said.
"So your like a superhero?" Alex asked.
"I have to save someone first," I said.

7:30AM:
*Then the bus pulls up*
We get in and sit in the back where we usually sit. 
"God damn," Alex says.
"What?" I ask.
"We have a math test!" Alex said.
"Shii I totally forgot," I said.
"And we have math first period," Alex said.
"We're screwed!" I said.
"But maybe the.." Alex started to say.
"No!" I said, "We are not using the panda to get out of the math test."
Alex looked disappointed.
Then the bus stop to pickup some more people. The bus driver gave me a look you can never it's unexplainable. Then my stomach felt so bad.
"You good?" Alex asked.
Then my stomach felt normal, "I'm fine," Then I looked at the front of the bus and the kids got in and sat down.

"Annie! Is nice to see you. You look even better than the last time we met" A middle aged guy greeted my mother once we entered his office.  

"Oh Clark stop with your lies" My mother replied playfully. It was clear that the both of them were friends, or in really good terms at the very least. 

"And you must be the young genius I been hearing about... Mister Sam Bane" He said amicably, and then he offered me his hand to shake "I'm Clarke Cook, it's a pleasure to meet you" 

"Good day to you sir" I shook his hand firmly. Or with the most strength my seven year old self could muster. 

After the short interaction, I finally could relax a bit. For some reason, ever since yesterday night I was really nervous about this reunion. I guess that I really wanted for it to work out. 

"Take a sit please" He said after a while, with a never ending smile on his face. 

His office was a mess. I could tell that he worked hard, if the multiple papers all over his desk, and the big bags under his eyes were any indication. Still, it didn't gave much confidence on his organizational skills. 

"Thanks Clark" My mother replied. And before I could notice the mood changed. It was like the both of them went from normal mode to business mode, in just second. 

Before coming here, my mother just told me to let her negotiate in my behalf. And I planned to do exactly that, especially now with the professional aura she inspires. 

"Well, let's start with the book composition first" said Clark, "Annie, like you already know, I like the three stories you've sent me last week. They appeal to a younger demographic, which is  a group that is gaining traction lately. Although I have to say that these stories are too short to be released as books on their own. So, I propose to compile them. I think five stories could make a good sized book" 

It was reasonable. My stories were a little too short. I could've done them longer, but I wanted to keep them simple, considering that the target readers would be mostly kids. 

"That's a good idea. Although I think that the stories should have a common theme between them. For example, a book collection could be about princesses. Sam here has written about ten stories about princesses, so it shouldn't be a problem, right Sam?" My mother said, and tactfully helped me to get into the conversation. 

"Yes, there's no problem with that" I said calmly. Mr. Clark finally looked at me after that. He looked interested with that bit of news. 

"That sounds good to me. I'll need to read the five stories you plan to publish, so we can progress any further... But in an act of good faith of Sam's work, we can talk about the details of the deal we will be making" 

"What do you propose then?" Mother asked. 

He looked at me for a second before concentrating on my mother once again. Then, he brought up a paper he had at the only clear zone of his desktop, and passed it out to my mom. 

The contract I assume. I planned to read it on my own when my mother finishes it, but I couldn't help to look at her to see if I could get any information from her face expressions. Which ended up being a pointless endeavor. 

"Ha!" She exclaimed "I see your intentions Clark. If this is how it will be, let's stop here. We'll take our leave" My mother finally said. And then stood up from her seat and walked to the exit. 

I could only guess what unreasonable things were written on there. So for now I just followed her up. Although for some reason I felt that this wasn't the end of the discussion. 

"Wait!" Clark finally said, "I admit the contract may be a little unfair, but we can discuss it, no need to go away just like that" 

My mother turned back with a smirk on her face, "I'm surprised, I've heard a little about your situation Clark. But now with you flinching so quick, I'm wondering of how bad it really is" 

To my surprise it seems that we were not in the losing end of the negotiations to begin with. My mother really played him hard. Clark's face said all I wanted to know. He was mad, but he still stayed quiet about it. 

"Yeah, it's true. We are in need of a success, and that's the principal reason to even consider to publish a kid's book, besides the publicity within itself that it could generate" He admitted. 

"I've heard that all the upcoming writers choose to go with other companies, after all you've had a bad record in the last five years" My mother added while the both of us took a seat once again. 

"You really did your research, huh?" he said with a defeated look. "... I wanted to start my own comic book company, but at the end all the good artists preferred to go with either 'power comics' or 'marvelous', and before I realized, the book company I had spent so many years to build up, was on his way to bankruptcy" 

It was kind of a sad story, but also an amazing opportunity. If I played my cards right, maybe making my own comics wasn't impossible for me in the near future. 

"So, in your times of need you thought on cheating your good friend of so many years" Mother said while making 'tsk' noises, pointing the bad deed Clark has made, "Sam is young, so there will be no problem if he waits a couple of years to get published... So now I wonder, what deal could you offer us, so we can even consider making a deal with you" 

Clark clenched his jaw at that, and had a serious expression on his face. He kept quiet though, it seemed that he was seriously considering the matter. 

"What do you want?" He finally asked. 

"Twenty percent, and the rights will belong to him completely" Mother demanded. 

That was a extremely good deal, especially for a newcomer like me, asking for that much was out of my expectations.

"That's... acceptable. But Sam will have to publish at least four books with us" He countered. 

"Are you joking? Two is the most we are going to concede" Mother said with displeasure. 

That was something we had talked about before. If I was successful enough, I could go with a bigger publishing company in the future. And my mother had a high faith on my success for some reason. 

Now there was a clear disagreement between them. I honestly couldn't care less if I had to write four books for this company, with the new deal offered I would have no complaints. But I knew what I wanted. 

"How about I do publish four books, but you'll have to publish a comicbook of mine... With the same conditions as the one with the books" I interrupted them. 

The both of them stared at me with surprised faces. "What do you mean?" Clark asked after a while. 

"Well... I have this idea for a comic, and I felt compelled to do it after I heard that you own a comic company" I explained. 

"Are you talking about the one you've made with Hanna?" Mother asked me with a worried face. It was clear that she thought that it wasn't that great. 

It wasn't a bad comic per se, but I do agree that it isn't the kind of comic that sells well with the masses, nor profesional enough to be a comic on his own. But I'm aware which comics are the best sellers at this era, compared to my old reality.   

"No" I said, before Clark could have asked about it, "I have an idea for a superhero comic, but I don't have the talent to draw. So I thought it was a good compromise that if my books are successful enough, Mister Clark will hire an artist to draw my comic, and then he'll publish it" 

"That's interesting. What do you think Clark?" Mother asked with a simple smile on her face.  

This wasn't something we had discussed before, so I was relieved that she just went along with the idea. 

Clark just sighed and nodded with a smile of his own. Even if he tried to hide it, I could see that he was happy about the deal. In the end, he wanted both of his companies to succeed, and now there was a chance for it to be possible.

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.

Annabelle heard soft footsteps coming from the door and thought to herself that it was probably Kai. The footsteps suddenly stopped. The person was about to knock on the door, but she called out "Come in" right before the hand landed on the door. The door opened, and Kai stepped in through the door while Annabelle smiled with an expectant smile due to her guessing correctly.

He walked up to her desk and asked, " Hi Annabelle how was your night?" "It was pretty good, thanks for asking, right I was waiting for you do you want to go eat breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure," He said in a bad attempt to hide the fact that he was actually craving non-liquid food. But unfortunately, Annabelle saw his anticipation and instantly shot it down. 

"I'm sorry Kai but we don't eat meat in the mornings otherwise it would cause us to appear barbaric, instead we drink a blend of magic beast meat and fruit to create our own smoothie." She said with an amused grin on her face.

"No, I refuse to accept this, I want to eat meat, not some unknown smoothie. Who cares about being barbaric when you have heaven in front of you, let the hypocrites think what they want." In his past life, he only had a few hobbies, which were composed of reading, listening to music, eating, playing video games and meeting his geeky friends and talking about various fictional works.

After he had come to the HP world he had discovered that many of his favourite web novels hadn't been written and many of his video games hadn't even been thought of yet. He couldn't eat any solid or liquid food for the 7 years he had been in the HP world(4 during the time skip and another 3 when he was in the arena).

There were only two redeeming qualities that were of Kai's former hobbies. There were many superhero comics and there was one of the ultimate music decades, the 80s. But due to him not managing to have time to have friends he could only read comics in his free time. 

Well that wasn't necessarily true he had tried to find some friends when he wasn't learning magic or reading comics, but much to his dismay all of the geeks that he tried to get friendly with had lost all of their confidence from Kai's heavenly appearance and his powerful aura.

So instead he tried to substitute his own hobbies with different activities. In the end, he managed to find a hobby that was relevant to his current life. It was reading fantasy and superhero comics and then breaking apart the impossible parts of them using his own experience and while reading them he would listen to music.

But now that he had discovered that there was a possibility that he would be able to eat solid delicious foods, there was no way that he was going to wait for any more than he had to.

Even if there was a risk of blowing his cover,  but he didn't care. After all, he was only going undercover for his own sense of adventure and amusement. 

Food was way higher on his to-do list than exploring the supernatural world was. After all, he was in control of one of the most powerful organizations in the world. It had an extremely advanced information gathering system especially when he practically controlled all of the current human (muggle) world. 

So, if he really wanted to discover all of the information he could simply phone Tom and ask him for the information that he needed. 

The only reason that he didn't instantly find out about all of the things that he wanted, was because it would ruin the whole experience. It was like reading a spoiler of a highly anticipated movie before watching it, the whole experience would be ruined.

"Don't worry, the smoothie formula is created by our very own researchers, so it tastes like a fruit smoothie. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts. Bob who was with Kai the whole time lounging in his shoulder was roused from his sleepy demeanour the moment that he heard that there was delicious food that Kai could eat. 

After all, Bob had to listen to Kai moaning about his desire to eat solid food for years and now that there was a way that he could finally stop him from complaining he instantly knew that he should get Annabelle to give them food. 
He started to release his own aura and sent onto Annabelle and shaped it into a spherical shape. Due to his excitement at the prospect of shutting Kai up, he released his full aura onto her body. 

If it was a normal vampire, they would have had at minimum near-fatal injuries to fatal injuries. Only creatures that were somewhat weaker than Bob would be able to resist his aura without getting injured heavily. Bob took a second to understand his wronging's and quickly withdrew his aura from her body.

When he discovered that she wasn't too injured and the only thing that changed was her paler face. He was surprised because his aura was a combination of many powerful beings. The first was his Nundu side, the second was, of course, his first generation vampire side, and the last of the culmination of different auras mixed into his own was the blood energy that he had gotten from the blood world. 

If Bob had to judge his current strength compared to his original vampire form before the blood arena he could easily that there were dramatic changes. He was at least two times as stronger than he originally was and was much more powerful than Kai had been when he had first arrived onto this world.

The only reason that he wasn't a progenitor was because he didn't have his own species. He was a member of Kai's vampire clan but once he procreated he would officially become a species progenitor. 

But Annabelle withstood his full aura without receiving any heavy injuries. That was truly impressive. Kai was also impressed with Annabelle, but it didn't stop him from desiring food, and if he had to kill a few people to receive what he wanted then he would do so without any hesitation. 

It seemed that being a vampire for a prolonged amount of time had caused him to stop caring about the unrelated life. Well that and the fact that he murdered tens of thousands of intelligent magical beasts. He only cared for his own cherished group of friends.

But luckily for Annabelle, she had decided to bow down to Kai's will otherwise she would have been killed by Bob or Kai. After all, neither of the two had any kind feelings towards the academy, after all he had nearly been killed by some of the staff members. 

"Alright" she said "Lets go to the kitchen I'll cook you something nice to eat while I'll make myself a smoothie.

Kai is a tourist on holiday when he is killed in a terrorist attack. He wakes up during the year 1981 in a forest and finds out that he is a vampire progenitor in the Harry Potter world. Kai then heads out to the nearest human settlement which happens to be Godric Hollow. 
-This is my first time writing a novel so I will have mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you could point them out.
-I want to point out that HP doesn't belong to me.
-THE STORY WON'T BE GOING ACCORDING TO CANON! I will be introducing my own elements to the story.
-OOC Voldemort

Discord Server: https://discord.gg/aCRVDQS

AP Stats had candy but German did not. Mrs. Arnold didn't really celebrate Halloween because it wasn't as big a deal in Europe as it is in the United States. She kept thinking about how she missed Oktoberfest, which had apparently happened about a month ago, throughout class.   
Tragically, AP Bio didn't have candy either but there was Carson fretting about which show to recommend to her if she liked Fullmetal Alchemist. That was kind of fun to listen to. 
'She said she likes mysteries…what about Death Note? That one is fairly realistic as long as you ignore the fact that gods of death exist. Maybe Black Butler? But that has demons in it too. 
'There just aren't enough realistic mystery anime out there. They all have supernatural elements in them and I don't know if she's into that. Though she has been reading superhero comics lately so maybe she doesn't mind supernatural things…'
Nobody outside of her parents had ever put this much thought into something she might like. Ivy was flattered. 
It's true that she wasn't typically into supernatural things since her entire life was a supernatural phenomenon but she did enjoy immersing herself in other cultures in the pursuit of learning. Watching a few shows wouldn't hurt. 
Maybe it would even help her understand Carson better. If he liked these things enough to go to conventions for them they must be important clues to his personality. 
Ivy waited for him when the bell rang so they could walk to the hallway where they usually ate together. His mom had packed him some candy in his lunch because it was Halloween but hers hadn't bothered knowing how many she was going to snitch from the candy bowl later. 
He noticed her eying it and held out a miniature Snickers. "Want one? My mom gave me way too many."
"Sure, thanks," she accepted immediately. 
Yes, she would be eating way too much candy later but that didn't mean she couldn't have any now. After today Ivy probably wouldn't be getting any candy until Christmas. She had to take advantage while she could. 
"Have any plans tonight?" she asked. It was the common thing to do so she figured she may as well. People had been talking about Halloween plans all day long. 
'As if. It's me and my homework against the world, though I'll probably end up answering the door for the trick-or-treaters since Mom is taking Dylan out. He's lucky he's still short enough to get away with it,' Carson thought ruefully. 
'Why don't people want to give away candy to teenagers anyway? Because we can't go trick-or-treating a lot of people get up to no good on Halloween. If they don't want vandalism or underage drinking to happen they shouldn't be prejudiced. Little kids may be cuter but we love candy too.'
That was perhaps the strongest opinion on something that Ivy had ever heard from him. He had a point though. It was stupid that adults didn't like giving candy to anyone older than ten. 
Was it really only because older kids weren't cute even to deserve it anymore? If so, that was pretty messed up. But he was right about teenagers having to find some other way to stave off the boredom without being able to trick-or-treat. 
Some watched horror movies. Some threw blowout parties. Still others egged or toilet papered houses. Trick-or-treating really was the better option. 
"Nah, I have too much homework," Carson said mildly. "You?"
Ivy may as well be honest. He knew she didn't like crowds. "I'll be hiding in my room with the candy bowl avoiding my brother and his noisy friends watching horror movies."
He cracked a smile. 'That…sounds exactly like her. Maybe I understand her better than I thought.' "Sounds fun. Do you have a lot of homework too?"
She shook her head. "Nah, I'll probably spend the night brushing up on my French."
'She must really love languages since she's spending her precious free time studying without getting academic credit for it. I wonder why that is,' Carson mused. 
"Any particular reason?"
"I needed more extracurriculars for my college applications so I joined three language clubs. The first meeting for French Club since I joined is next week and I don't want to seem like a total idiot in there," Ivy said bluntly. 
He was one of the few people she felt comfortable enough to be blunt with since he was the least judgmental person she had ever met. No matter what she said, he probably wouldn't fault her for it as far as she had seen. 
"That makes sense," Carson said lightly. 
'Three language clubs?! I bet the other two are Spanish and German since the only other language club at this school is Mandarin and she doesn't speak it. Now I'm even more curious why she loves other languages so much.'
Ivy felt a little guilty that she couldn't tell him the real reason. Explaining that she didn't like not knowing what other people were thinking even though she had to listen to it wouldn't work. 
It was true that she was fascinated by other cultures but that came after wanting to understand the languages so she didn't feel left out. She could tell him that much at least. 
"I want to understand other cultures as much as I can. That's difficult to do if you don't know the language," she replied. "I want to travel and be able to converse with the people fluently so I don't seem like such a tourist."
'Interesting. I wonder what other languages she wants to learn. To be an astronaut I have to know Russian but that's about it for me. I don't care about seeming like a tourist if I travel outside the United States. And I know enough Spanish to get by if I ever have a job that requires it,' Carson thought. 
"That's pretty cool," he said before the conversation ended because they moved to the library to work on biology homework. 
Ivy hadn't realized that Russian was a required language for astronauts but she supposed it made sense because Russia and the United States had always been primary competitors in the space race. If he ever told her about his desire to go to space she could suggest they study it together. 
She caught herself, realizing that was stupid. Carson could take Russian in college. The chances of the two of them ending up at the same school were miniscule. Even if he decided to take advantage of in-state tuition there were still over two hundred colleges and universities in California. 
But why was she a little bit disappointed about that? She had gotten used to hanging out with him the past few weeks but she couldn't be attached that quickly. It had taken years to be attached to her own family. 
Even Lydia, who considered herself Ivy's best friend, didn't foster any true attachment. The peace of not being disturbed by her constantly dragging Ivy around had been nice since they sort of fought after the dance.

Ivy Chamberlain is a simple high school student who just so happens to be a telepath. Knowing everyone's thoughts is pretty boring...so what would happen if she meets a boy she can't read at all?

"Nothing interesting like this happens in my life," said Zohaifa, a fifteen years old boy, to himself while reading a comic, "The world of the comics is so awesome where so many people have such diversity of powers. The heroes of those worlds are so cool."
"Zohaifa!" scolded his father, "Why are you reading comics? If you have to read something, read your textbook."
Zohaifa closed his comic. 
"Nah. It's time to sleep anyway. I have already done my studies."
Next day, Zohaifa woke up early in the morning, had his breakfast, got ready for school with his uniform on. He was walking while engulfed in his thoughts. Only the one ruling above the heavens knew what he was thinking. Suddenly, a voice came to him, "Hey, Zohaifa. Wait for me. Let us go to school together."
Zohaifa looked back and his eyes glimmered seeing his best friend.
"Mahir! How are you?"
"Cool and rolling."
Zohaifa stopped walking for Mahir to catch up and then, they continued with their usual chatters. Suddenly, Zohaifa saw an old blind man crossing the street. Zohaifa, suddenly withdrawing from the conversation, went on to help the blind man cross the streets. Mahir assisted Zohaifa like he always does.
"Hey, Zohaifa. Why do you go out of your way to help people whom you don't know or has less probability of benefitting you in anyway?," Mahir asked in the tiffin period sitting on their favourite bench. They always do.
"You know, how much I like superheroes, don't you?"
"And you think helping people like this makes you a hero?"
"Well, superheroes live in a different world where the laws of universe are different, where villains and sidekicks have powers. But we live in a regular world and the ones with the best resemblance with them are the ones who help people."
"Nice logic."
"May I ask you why you are so interested in technology?"
"Well, I am like you a superhero fan and I like Iron man the most. Being immersed in technology is just a rope of hope that if the world were to take a turn, I would be something like Iron man cause my behavior is similar."
"Hmm… That's actually the exact reason for me to practice martial arts. If the world were to take a turn, maybe I will be a powerful warrior."

"We are birds of a feather I guess."
Then, Zohaifa looked into the sky. "I am just too bored with how things are going. I pray that something better happens today. I can't stand it anymore."

A world (the Crystals) within a world (My life.)
A character (Zohaifa) within a character (Me).
A power (lightning) within a power (my imagination)
Join Zohaifa in his adventure filled with joys and torments.
From gaining Lightning powers to obtaining the time sword.
From travelling to planet X to going on an adventure in Cant World.
From joining cities’ internal tournaments to intra-galactic tournament.
From encountering the Prince of Lightning to a demon that feeds on planets.
Read the story of a World with people of diverse powers.

Release Schedule: 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 and 30th of every months. In other words, after every 5 days.

These thoughts are more of just a concept than anything deep like the RE fan-fic idea. So these will be just a few short paragraphs compared to the last two. Now on any of my chapters in here, feel free to leave criticisms, because I'm not really thinking too in-depth so there's room for error.

Firstly, I know it's kind of overdone but BHNA. Yeah, yeah I can hear you typing furiously say it's cliche and there are too many already. But I'll say this, when was the last time you saw one of the many BNHA fan-fics last more than fifty chapters? Maybe once I've actually seen it happen, and it was one of those travelling the multiverse collecting harem members type of fan-fiction. Currently, A Knight's Will is taking place in My Hero Academia, and it's been better than that. But I'm ranting, you guys want to hear my idea. So, I was thinking that since the manga is based on western superhero comics, why not add in a Western superhero? Someone like Spider-Man or Captain America, maybe even the Hulk. There are loads of heroes who would fit in, so why not use them? (By the way, my personal vote is for Spider-Man) It doesn't even have to be the actual hero, it could be someone who wakes up in their body.

You know, while there are a few fan-fiction that use either DC or Marvel as a setting, they don't really bring much new content. Most will just make the MC a Kryptonian or Speedster, some may use Asgardian. I haven't really seen them use Saiyans or other anime races. So, why not bring a Saiyan into Marvel? Yeah, Saiyans are over-used, but it's for a good reason: They make characters strong, but not without effort. Sure, a low-level Saiyan can wipe out the population of a planet but if it's Marvel Earth, then there are plenty who could do the same.

I'm actually surprised that no one has done a Mass Effect fan-fic, there's lots of possibilities there. Especially if You want to change the endings of the original trilogy. Sure, it's a lot easier to use non-game fiction but there's a Halo fan-fic on the site right now, so why not Mass Effect?

So, those are just three short ideas for fan-fics. I'll try and make the next one a little bit more detailed but it will probably be a while.

So, I have these ideas float around my head constantly. I figured since I'm not using them, someone else could. If you read them and feel like writing about it, feel free. I'd rather focus on my own novel, so they are fair game for anybody. I'd love to read them if they are ever used.

So its been a while and I never addressed it.

The surgery went well! I had my trach removed a few weeks ago. 

So now cancer-free! scar is better

Other than that, My girlfriend had me watch all the fast in the furious shows. 

It's her favorite superhero franchise or what she said...I didn't get it until the fifth or six one...because I never watched it before

I'm not really into superhero movies to be honest. I read comics so I know how it really is so its completely different. You think anime live-action is bad but...no...they completely change characters. Thanos in the comics had no noble goal. He wanted to impress Lady death. Mass Genocide to get some with Lady death! 


I also been watching some of the live-action of Disney. It's strange to see them in English. growing up I only seen wizard of oz in English. Wait I saw frozen in Japanese so that was different. 

Well that's all, now that Tenchi has the Light-hawk wings I guess shit is going to get crazy

I am known as man with many faces 

Sometimes I fight as a persona user, sometimes I fight as against people like baki 
Sometimes I play basketball with the generation of miracles
(Tenchi Nura childhood as ryouta kise)

Thats because I have lots of masks
Volume 1: I went to an all girls school (Shomin Sample/ Armed Girl's Machiavellism)
Volume 2: I went to a parallel world as Raku from Nisekoi met some twins and had an akira fight...
Volume 3: I spent time with my fiance yona of the dawn
Volume 4: I did a side job at a the prison deadman wonderland
Volume 5: checking out the three kingdom in tales of bersira and arslan
Volume 6: Cooking in Shokugeki no Soma

My identity can be Sanji from one piece, master roshi from Dragon ball, or many others

In my first life I was known as the smartest God

In my second life I was known as the scariest and most powerful Devil

In my third life I was known as the fastest human and called the flame King

Now in my fourth life I am the Grandson of two of the strongest in the world. Nurarihyon and Katsuhito Masaki

This organization has taken control of the multiverse with its leader goal of bringing destruction. My universe is prime, so I can combine the dimensions together and save them, or destroy them to sever them and lead them to their destruction 

Be a hero? a villain? Fuck that I'm a Guardian I'll go to the universe and judge them. Good and evil means nothing to me. but if they're with the organization they should wash their necks 

because I will even make a devil cry 
(Sequel to Tenchi Nura childhood as ryouta kise recommends read it but you dont have to)

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