Devin McCannon was just your average 28 year old guy. However, one day while reading his first ever owned Superman comic, everything changed...

With the cash and watch in tow, the group drove off in their car.
Li Du kept the watch in little bug's black hole. He had the real deal, why would he wear
a fake? He could not bear to dump the imitation watch, but could not derive any
happiness from keeping it either.
They stayed another night in a hotel and the next day, they started their journey back to
Phoenix.　　
Amengda Mountain in South Africa had been purchased successfully, and Li Du was
free to go over to develop the area any time he wished.
However, Li Du wanted to let Carl arrange for the diamond inspection team to conduct
their checks first. He was not in a hurry to begin the development and was keener to get
an evaluation of Amengda first.
For now, he wanted to go and resolve the bet he had made at Harry Winston, Inc. He
had to obtain Carlston Fritz's shares!
Sophie had returned to the villa first, and the five little ones had set up their own base in
the spacious backyard. Each of them drew out their territory.
Little Flathead, Ah Meng, had the largest territory. The four little ones were unwilling to
provoke Ah Meng. The hounds were clever enough to notice the wariness of their four
bosses, and were even more cautious around the new family member.
The truck entered the villa's grounds, where Big Quinn's wife, Rosalind, was waiting for
him with their three children. Seeing their father, the children climbed onto Big Quinn
and hung onto him like monkeys.
It was a heart-warming moment: Godzilla brought his gifts over to Victoria, Brother Wolf
went to see his recovering daughter and Lu Guan was reunited with his Golden
Retriever.
Hans wanted to take the opportunity to leave as well, and said, "I miss my sister very
much. I want to visit her."
"No, the two of us have to organize these books," Li Du said firmly.
Hans instantly lost his enthusiasm and said lifelessly, "We have to do all that work?"
Li Du said, "What if there are valuables in this pile of books? We have to look carefully."
Big Ivan took the initiative to bring down the books from the car. Hearing Li Du's words,
he took out a comic book that had been preserved in pristine condition. He passed it
over to them and said, "That's right. Look, this book seems like it could be valuable."
With a smile, Hans took the book from Big Ivan. His eyes widened.
Hans held the book in one hand and his phone in another. Then, seeing that his mobile
connection was too slow, Hans yelled at Lu Guan, "Let go of your stupid dog and bring
me my laptop! Hurry!"
Li Du stepped over, took a look at the book and said, "Aren't you being too dramatic?"
The comic book looked like it had been around for some time. The red cover page had
turned dull. On the front cover, Spiderman carried a little boy and was about to swing off
a skyscraper. There were shadows of cars on the streets below him.
The top right corner of the comic book carried the numbers '1962', and the bottom left
corner was labelled '12 cents'. The word Marvel was neatly printed above Spiderman. It
was a Marvel book.
Hans said, "Dramatic? I am beside myself. This seems to be the first Spiderman comic
book from 1962. If it really is, this is very valuable."
"More than ten million dollars?" Li Du asked expectantly.
Hans rolled his eyes, "How can that be? But it might fetch a few hundred thousand or a
few million."
Once he laid his hands on his laptop, Hans quickly made an internet search. Then, a
piece of news flashed on his screen. There was a picture of their comic book on the
news website.
The headline was, 'Spiderman' Snapped Up At Paris Auction. Comics Connection Pays
1.2 Million.
The news article described the story of that comic book. At an auction in Paris last year,
that first issue of Marvel's Spiderman comic was brought out, and Comics Connection
bought it for 1.2 million. It was actually exhibited in its town hall!
After reading that piece of news, Hans carefully removed the packaging to examine the
comic book more closely.
Having read the publishing details, he could not help but pump his fist in the air. He
yelled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! This is awesome! It's this book! One million and 200,000 !
One million and 200,000 US dollars!"
Shocked, Li Du asked, "Really? Someone would actually fork out over a million for a
comic book?"
The most expensive books that Li Du had come across were the set of National
Geographic magazines he kept. They were priced at more than ten million.
However, that was ten million for more than a thousand magazines. Besides, most of
those were the only existing copies in the world. Also, from his perspective, National
Geographic magazines represented parts of history. It belonged to the narrative of all
humankind, and was not something that comic books could compare to.
Now this comic book disrupted his understanding and knowledge of magazines and
their value. A comic book, one that was published only fifty odd years ago, could
actually be worth more than one million?
A million was not the most they could earn from the comic books, however. As they
continued to organize the stack of comic books, they found a few more that were as
precious or even more so.
One of those was the first issue of Superman. On the front cover, Superman was
wearing his iconic red cape, blue spandex top, and red pants. He was running away
from a storm, looking as cool as ever.
In the middle of the front cover were the words 'Action Comics #1'. This meant that it
was the first issue.
Hans caressed the dated comic book and said, looking punch-drunk, "This is history.
We are looking at history. Buddies, this was the start of it all, the birth of American
heroes! We are looking at a baby photo of an American hero!"
Li Du asked, "Is it very valuable? Run an online check, how much can it fetch?"
Hans said, "There are no trading records online. At most, there are only ten copies of
'Action Comics #1' in the entire world. Even DC Comics Company don't have it… oh,
they had it previously, but it was stolen!"
Li Du was optimistic, "Then it should be worth a lot, right?"
"Let's put it this way, don't talk about money, brother. This book is priceless!" Hans
exclaimed. "There are no trading records of the original copy of this comic. However,
the re-released copy was sold for 1.8 million US dollars!"
Li Du was shocked. "A re-release version can fetch such a high price? Are those comics
collectors crazy?"
Hands said, "The high price is due to the main character. Superman is iconic, it is the
first superhero in human history!"
Li Du shook his head, "At the time of the Ming dynasty, we already had a superhero
named Sun Wu Kong in China. This is the first superhero in our history."
Hans called out, "Who cares who came first? Anyway, this comic is very valuable. It is
very, very valuable!"
Li Du carefully took the book out of the wrapping paper.
There was a price indicated on the front page. The comic was published in June 1938,
and its selling price had been ten cents.
As Hans continued to call out, 'careful, careful', Li Du checked the information related to
that comic book. 　　
The first issue of Superman comics, 'Action Comics #1', was the holy grail in the comics
industry. It was said that there were fifty copies of it in the world, but there were less
than ten registered on the official records. They were sitting either in huge publishing
houses or in the hands of billionaires.
Besides, Li Du also found a hand-painted copy of the 'Fantastic Four' that had Stan
Lee's autograph on it. That comic book was also worth a lot. Comic books hand-painted
by Stan Lee were typically exhibited in the gallery of Marvel Comics. Few of them were
found in the possession of individuals.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Monday came quickly. Opening his daze green eyes Eric yawn and left his bed. Doing his daily routine of taking care of his hygiene and cooking breakfast he left the penthouse eariler. 

Today was the last day of school before summer vacation. One might why not end school on Friday. It was due to several sport team coming back from a state wide sport meet Sunday. Today was the school enduring ceremony where students are gather within the school auditorium. Long boring speech about the previous school years and the upcoming years would be given along with the principal expectation. 

Why was Eric going to school then? It was because after this long drawn out speech the Mary Janes Band would be playing to entertain the students.

Eric basically only came to show his support for Gwen and MJ. MJ was the leader of the band and main singer while Gwen was the band drummer.


Leaving the subway station Eric yawn as he look at morning sky. Placing his right hand in his pocket he enter the busy street crowd and quickly went to his school.

Reaching in his homeroom class he quickly spotted Peter and Ned. Waving to the two he came over. 

" Hey Guys. What you up to?" Eric asked as he sat on a chair infront of the two. Although he only had memories of the previous Eric he was in some sense the same person. It was more like the previous Eric and the Eric from the other world fuse together.


" Eric, Your at school earlier" Ned said surpise before he pointed at the book on Peter desk.

Raising an eyebrow at his first comment Eric gaze turn to the book and roller his eyes. It was a comic. When superhero actually exit in real life  many people made fan fiction about their origin and then write in their comic about the real fight the hero had.

Several comic books roam the world like this for several hero, but superman comic were one of the most famous one.

Looking at the book it spoke of a fight between superman and Zod in Metropolis.
Raising his brow for a bit Eric shook his head. The previous Eric might have enjoyed these things but since he now knew real story of each hero within this world he was no longer interested.

" I just woke up early today. Don't you have anything better to do. I recall you reading that over three time already" Eric said.

" I told him the same but he doesn't listen. I don't see why I don't see any story about spiderman though. That I will be interested to read." Peter said. Closing the comic that Ned had recently gave him he place on Ned desk.

" It doesn't matter how many time I read it. The comic is great every time. Plus Spiderman don't have his own comic yet since he not on the same league as superman and Iron Man" Ned said as he open the comic. Defending his stance Ned didn't look at the two.

Scratching his head in wonder he look at Peter green face. It was true that spiderman was not in the same league but that was just the spiderman today. Later down the year when Peter mature more and gain more innovative idea with his technology he should be able to be a far better hero than Tony.

Ignoring Ned for a while Eric turn to the green face Peter.
" Have you seen Gwen or MJ?" Eric asked.

Shaking his head, Peter finally got what Ned said out of his head. He mainly agreed but it still felt wrong. 
" I haven't seen them." Peter said.

" You've seen Liz?" Eric asked with a small smile. Hearing what Eric said Peter subconsciously was about to speak when he shook his head.

" Will you stop teasing me because I have a crush on Liz" Peter said with a frown.

" Oh come on. It funny, although I don't know why you like her. I heard she might be dating flash of hard people" Eric said.

Peter snorted as he took out his phone.
" Okay how about you and Gwen. You guys did go to the movie Saturday. Was it a nice date" Peter said with a smirk causing Eric to cough.

" Okay I give. New topic please. Where do you want to go in Metropolis." Eric said.

" Hmm, I don't really know much. I want to visit superman statue through and we could probably raid comic store." Peter said with some thought.

" Okay then. I was thinking beach, spa etc but that good too. We could do both." Eric said as he took out his phone. It was his mother who would be driving the group to Metropolis.

The other parents had already agreed to the trip so it was officially on. The group would be leaving New York this Friday, June 3 and return back July 15. Basically a month.

What surpise him though was that his mother Jane was mainly coming to say hi to a college friend. Guess who her friend was though. 

Clark Kent love, Louise Lane. It really caught him off guard when he heard but after learning about someone else she knew he gave up being surpise. 

I never knew Diana Prince was a Lawyer and good one at it. 

After sending a text to his mother he heard the school bell rang signalling it was 8am.

The school intercom came on and the announcer began this long speech before requesting all student to make their way to the auditorium.

A young teen reborn in the world fill with heroes, alien and monster, mutant, meta human and demons with him being one of the strongest being in existence, an angel


A Marvel and DC world combination. This entire book will be a mix up of both movies and cartoon. I haven't read any comic though so don't drill me if I am getting something mix up or wrong, then again it a two world fusion so the unexpected situation is the main fun in the book.

PS. Have no ownership to the either universe and character used except for the one I create.

PS: Severe Op Mc You will see from his ability.

Tags: Harem(4), Op Mc, Romance, Action, Adventure.

Ashton was hurriedly flicking the pages in a Justice League comic. Focusing on the color combination as he went on.
"Ashton, take over the counter." His eyes flew up from the comic, as Katie -his boss- talked to him.
"Yes, boss." Katie's eyes stared intensely at him, making Ashton laugh in response. "What I know you LOVE, being called boss." 
"Just, take over here. I have to leave for a bit, I'll be back before closing." Ashton nodded as he arrived, placing himself behind the counter. Taking in the view of the tiny little store.
Katie left Ashton all alone, to watch over her comic book store. It was tiny, but comfy. Couches, blankets and pillows spread around between the shelfs. Making it look like a    Safe Haven for Nerds. 
The little shop, named after a musical, with only one word being exchanged. Little shop of horrors, became Little shop of Comics.
Ashton looked around in the store, the best he could, from behind the counter. Making sure that no one was there and then he picked up the comic again. Analyzing the color combinations, trying to understand what each and every color meant; What purpose it has in the story, for the characters. 
He himself was in love with colors. Drawing and creating characters. Matching colors to personality and moods. 
Color coding clothes, each color has its own meaning and mood. It was something he did, everyday. Only Tony and Mary have been told how to decode the clothing. Because of this, he didn't have to talk, when he saw it as unnecessary.
It made Ashton less anxious and his friends less worried.
"Red is courage, there is no question about that." He mumbled, seeing Wonder Woman and Superman standing beside each other. Focusing on the comic, mumbling to himself. He didn't realize that the little doorbell had rang and a customer had walked in.
"You work here?" A dark voice asked him, from in between the shelfs. Ashton closed the comic in one swift move.
"Yes, need any help?" 
"Both yes and no. I just heard you mumbling stuff. Like red, blue, black." The customer walked up to the counter, making it easier for Ashton to see his features.
Ashton stood in silence, not sure what to respond. 
"I just wondered, uhm, what it was about?" The guy continued.
"Different colors have different meanings, in different situations and character design." Ashton blurted out as an answer. Not used to small talk with customers.
"You sound a bit like my brother. But he talks about words, instead of colors." The other boy laughed for himself, making a confused look appear on Ashton's face.
"Are you searching for something special?" He asked, breaking the silence that had taken over when the customer had stopped laughing. 
"No, I was just curious about this place. I have seen it many times and have always wanted to walk in. But never had the time." The customer looked around, nodding for himself when he saw the couches and small tables. "Do you need to buy something or is it possible to just hang out here? Doing homework?"
"No one has ever asked that, but yes it is. My friend group comes here sometimes to study and hang out."
"Good. Me and my brother need a place away from home." The other boy said, sighing deeply.
"Sure, give me your name and I'll tell my boss about you two. So she's aware that you two will be hanging around." Ashton swept his hand under the counter, quickly picking up a stack of post-it notes and a pencil.
"My name is Cole." Ashton nodded and wrote down the name.
"Cool, well I'll see you another time."

After Katie had returned and they had closed the shop, Ashton had taken the bus who stopped closest to his home. He still had to walk two miles, but he didn't have anything against it.
He didn't like spending time at home. 
'But who would like spending time in a caravan, located in a caravan park, obviously. With their deadbeat dad?'
'As I thought, no one.' He sighed with relief when he didn��t hear his father inside. 'He is not home, thank god.'
Ashton took out the small key, from his black skinny jeans and unlocked the small door belonging to the caravan.
When he stepped inside, he dropped everything he had been holding. Picking out his phone, as he felt it buzzing in his pants.
*1 text from MaryKilledHerLambs*
He huffed out a slight laugh at his friend's name on Viber.
MarryKilledHerLambs: It's tomorrow. You want to hang out?
AshTheFlash: I can't.

"If I keep on pushing people away I won't get hurt."
"If I stay calm and collected, no one can reach me."

We give our all to everyone around us, believing that if we make them happy, we too will become happy.
It is not that easy and Ashton has been stuck in that realization for awhile now, not wanting to believe that life could be so cruel.

We fight to be seen and acknowledged by the ones we care about. But is it really worth it, when you give your all and it's still not enough. Corey is conflicted, fighting with his own brain, not knowing if he should take a step back or keep going.

Both of them need a break, someone that will listen and comfort them, without making a fuss.

"They say great minds think alike."
"Only that we don't think, we feel.”

Every comic book nerd has heard of the infamous miniseries that both titans of the comic book industry created. But if we were to bring it back, how would it be done? Here's how I think it can be done:

Phase 1- The Collector and The Grand Master have an failed attempt of a decisive tournament between their universes heroes and villains, due to them defeating both cosmic beings. They soon across the Planet War-World ruled by the tyrannical Mongul and his world transportation device and come up with a deal with him that he'd get a profitable deal from their selection of fighters between his universes heroes and villains with theirs in exchange of using his device transporting those that would be a matchup by their choosing (like some of the matchups I mentioned before or like Sentry -Marvel's Superman- against the Man of Steel himself or Solomon Grundy against the Hulk or even The Hand versus The League of Assassins. I think Lady Shiva would have a formidable foe in Elektra or Daredevil). This would go on until characters from both sides get wind of what's happening and join forces to take down their game wardens. Things seem to go in their favor until Thanos and Darkseid show up.

Phase Two: While events from Phase One are happening, the two main baddies of both properties are disputing the situation. Both have met each other prior to earlier as Thanos had plans to conquer Darkseid's realm Apokolips. But upon learning more about the sadistic conqueror, he comes up with a propositional alliance with him after getting wind of the Cosmic Brothers' tournament. They both come to a compromise that could equally split the galaxy in two after agreeing with the point that taking out the heroes that plague both of them would be like shooting fish in a barrel; as well as both having the Cosmic powers from both The Collector and The Grand Master (though Thanos would have secretly steal it first to undermine his immortal adversary. After they both create a device to absorb the power from the cosmic beings and taking down the forces that would stand in their way (the Nova Core and Highfather), heroes and villains from both sides agree to take this galactic threats down together after both brothers are taken.

Phase 3- The greatest war in comic book history begins as the heroes and villains of both properties take on the combined forces of Thanos and Darkseid before they can drain them of their cosmic essence and have no way to get back home. The climax could have a specialized team of selected characters from both sides infiltrating the base of the two big bad baddies to take them down while secretly bringing in two secret weapons in case one or the other fails. The heroes and baddies eventually triumph as they free the cosmic beings and make them set things right after agreeing to keep in touch with one another in case something like this happens again. 

Possible Phase 4: Years after the events prior, the villains from both sides decide to combine forces to take over the world and it's up to the good guys to take these villains down once and for all. The great battle of good and evil has begun yet again.

It’s no secret, I love crossover stories. It expands the human imagination of story telling. Whether it’s within said universe or different worlds colliding. The kinds of crossover stories I like to read and/or write about are the ones that could logically make sense while others would do so either for fan service or just for pure fan fiction. Through this, I like to post and offer any scenarios about logical but sound and fun ideas that people would like to hear or try to write about. The criteria can be as follows:

1. Takes place within its universe or it can be across the different universes.

2. Characters have to have certain similarities between them (ideals, powers etc.)

3. Doesn’t have to be romantically involved, but I consider more of friendships and connections made between them.

4. Can usually have a common foe that unites them (heroes or villains)

All suggestions and/or comments are welcome.

Time skip 2 weeks
I'm still left to my own thoughts I'm barely able to feel I don't know how long ,I stay awake or how I'm able to have complex thoughts as I am fetus with barely a functioning brain It's probably, some Comic book logic ,like how superman can carry a plane with out anything to push off. Anyway it's not really boring say it's more it's more like stay awake for a bit and go back to sleep.
time skip 7 months
I'm not going to lie having your body constantly grow from a hairless rat to a normal baby is weird I think my mum is at the last month of pregnancy by my estimations. It's going to be weird having a new Mum I thought a lot about this and I've come to a decision I just don't know if I can love her or my new family I miss my mum so much but strange thing about being a fetus you can wallow in grief for a long time .but I don't plan to forget about my mum she was the only family I had. Ahh shit look at me getting depressed and going into a monologue I might turn into a supervillain.day of being reborn.
I was about to be born and final be brought out of this monotones life it's was boring while it lasted flesh sack now to my grand adventure across the world.
little did our mc know that he would be reincarnated as  the strongest speices and be reincarnated the invincible comic universe,
Thraxa pov
I was going to give birth to that mans devil spawn I didn't  have the heart to get an abortion I felt weirdly compelled to give birth but there wasn't a chance I was keeping ,The devil spawn I was used by that man as a stress reliver I abandoned Viltrum as I was weak ,I was a slave of viltrum in all but words I couldn't stand being near my own species so I decided to sell my child to the coalition of planets they needed a baby they could experiment on and I needed a safe place to hide and that was the trade ,I used the devil spawn for protection. now I was giving birth to this spawn of the devil and I just couldn't wait to get rid of the thing coming, out of me as I would finally be safe from him.
SWITCH POV
I was finally going to be free of this flesh prison .It took awhile but I was finally out because of the two doctors that were manhandling me then .I could see my mother and let me tell you what I saw scared the shit out of me .She was looking at me a like I had pissed on her sofa . It unconsciously made me start crying like Jesus I'm just a cute looking child, with a shout my mum and what I from my sensitive ears as ''get rid of him ''. at least I didn't have to worry about my mother and me loving her as that ship has sailed .I then started to look around with and even confused look as I saw Aliens not grey scale aliens cool ass aliens this means spaceships and that means adventure and that alien babes heheheheheheh.
But I was soon taken out by my fantasy's by a alien taking a syringe and trying to stab the needle into me .... but it broke wtf , am I like superman . But then I heard the doctor saying ''damn viltrumite skin'', said the blue skin doctor. Wait that's even better forget about getting hurt by a truck again I don't think there is a truck in existence that can kill me. Wait lets think logically why are they trying to stab me again ohhhh shit ,I notice his top it says ,c.o.p the coalition of planets the one that foundations are on stopping the mass murder viltrum empire . Well there are two reasons for them to try and stab me with a needle one I am a test subject or two I am going to be put sleep and dissected .I prefer option number one.
I' am now on a ship I found out I was to be sent to a training/research facility so basically they will study me and find a way to try and kill my race by biological physiological or physical means. This will most likely involve them making me into a perfect killing machine by brainwashing and training and so  this for me is just a free gym membership/them trying to kill but hey nothing comes free.
After 1 month
I have been given a name after this time by the blue lady taking care of me and I think it's badass my name is Zaraxx the one I will make all who hear it wary except battle beast that fucker has a boner for strong opponents .I've also got my blood taken by a scalpel made out of a weird material well I am only a baby ,so don't expect me to have invincible skin yet It's kind of shocking how fast I heal though it's just kind of weird knowing you have super powers like I also found my brain is so much better at calculating , remembering things an I guess I got good genetics I wonder who from though.
Then that's when I see a city planet . Finally I can get to the research facility and become the strongest.

Alex is reincarnated as a viltrumite and it follows his goal to become strong

Ezekiel Kosmos was an orphan, which led him to be more mature and self-reliant than his peers.
While he was adopted at the age of 5 by an old veteran, he never experienced love as the veteran only had interest to train him into the perfect soldier.
At the age of 18 his hands were already contaminated with the blood of countless people, mission after mission, all success which led him by the name of 'God of War'.
While his experience led him to hide his emotions, he also had hobbies to pass time such visiting the orphanage, watching movies, astrophysics and reading novels.

01/07/2019
Today Ezekiel is already 27 years old. He took a vacation to travel with the kids of the orphanage to watch the latest movie 'The Lion King'. As he was organizing the kids to get on the bus suddenly he heard a horn, just to look behind to see the little girl about to be hit.
With all his might he ran to the girl and pushed her to a save zone before, crashing.
*Thump*
*krrrrr* (brake sound)
Lying on the pool of blood, Ezekiel didn't feel his body, he turned his face and looked for the last time at the little kids, and his vision went black.
"...Call 911..."
"..."
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In the Void, where there is nothing, a light ball flickered.
Ezekiel: "I guess I died, well at least the painful life came to an end. Where am I? I can't feel anything, but I can still think" 
~[Gate to the Multiverse]~
Ezekiel suddenly heard a loud noise and looked around, but to his disappointment nothing was there. Just as he calmed down he saw a screen:
----------
 [Gate to the Multiverse]
-Option 1.- 'Reincarnate/Transmigration to a person in any universe'
-Option 2.- 'Rest in peace'
----------
As soon he saw the two options, he chose the first one. 
----------
[Gate to the Multiverse]
[Choose]:
1.-Movie/TV.
2.-Manga/Comic.
3.-Novel.
----------
Time passed…and finally decided to choose the first option 'Movie'.
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[Gate to the Multiverse]
Enter your film: …
----------
As soon as Ezekiel saw this he calmed down and took his time to think one with best powers or an interesting world, he thought for a long time from all the movies he as seen, as they are too many; Avengers, Justice League, Superman, John Wick, Batman, Matrix, Fast & Furious…
And finally settled on 'Absolutely Anything', it is based on a film where 4 aliens choose to give a human a power of a superior being that is capable to do anything while also like breaking the laws of physics, just to watch whether he does good or bad. If he passes the text Earth shan't be destroyed.
----------
[Gate to the Multiverse]
'Absolutely Anything'
[Choose]:
1.-Reincarnate/Transmigration: Protagonist.
2.-Reincarnate/Transmigration: Random.
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He chose to reincarnate option 1. As soon he chose, he felt black and lost consciousness.

Previously known as: Gate to the Multiverse.

James Crosby wasn't an athlete, a scholar or even a guy with any real achievements under his belt. He just really enjoyed comic books. After he graduated from high school he only worked to fuel his comic book buying habits. Every six months his moment to shine came at the big comic book convention that came to town. He was a wizard at finding bargains and predicting the next big comic books to collect. Many of the shop owners would seek him out for his opinions at the shows. Other collectors even started to take an interest in what he was buying in order to sniff potential winners. That's why it wasn't surprising when in a dark corner of the winter comic convention a completely unknown new comic startup with a single title desperately waved him over to have a look. 

James smirked at the comic. He picked it up and started to flip through the pages. In a haughty voice, he commented, "The cover isn't bold enough to draw attention, the splash page was boring and the action is bogged down by the simplicity of the villains. Your heroes are too weak to protect the people, it makes them seem less like heroes and more like regular people trying to fight crime."

The man running the booth frowned and then said, "But the idea was that it was a world that would evolve over time. The heroes would grow stronger as the villains adapted to them."

James shook his head and frowned, "I don't know man, I'm sorry but I think you started this out too slow. The art is pretty good, and the story seems decent enough, but it needs a bigger start to really draw enough attention to blow up. I might check in again once you build the world up. It's just not one I'd follow as it is." 

The man running the booth said, "Alright, I thank you for taking the time to look. I'll take your ideas and run with them, take that book on me as payment for helping me make a better story."

James smiled and said, "I will, maybe at the next con, you'll have the book that really shocks the con."

After hearing James slam the book, most of the big time collectors completely ignored the man's booth. He only managed to sell a couple of his books as a result. The man seemed to stare daggers into James all day any time he passed by. 

James managed to buy a few dozen books at a decent price and felt as if he had won the lottery as he looked through his new found treasures. He stood at a friend's comic book booth and started to talk up what he found. "Look, dude, I got a copy of X-men number two sixty-six out of a guy's twenty-five cent box in mint! Not only that, I found a second print copy of TMNT for two hundred and fifty that's at least high mint. The guy was just trying to cover his cost for attending the show and took half of what he was asking originally."

His friend Matt was a tall lanky man with sunken cheeks. He had a slight belly and wore a Wolverine t-shirt and khaki pants. He blinked his eyes and said in a shocked nasal toned voice, "Two-fifty! I'll give you five hundred right now if you'll let it go, I can put that up in my shop for eight at least!"

James looked at his friend for a few long seconds and then nodded and smiled, "Alright, Matt, you got it. But throw in a copy of Batman number six oh nine and you got a deal!" 

Matt raised an eyebrow and then asked, "You know something about that issue you aren't telling me, dude? It's not a high-value comic."

James just shrugged and said, "Just liked the cover."

Matt frowned and then traded books with James and grumbled, "Every time we do deal I feel like you are ripping me off, even though I am supposed to be the one ripping you off."

James laughed and then gave a wave as he took the money and his bag of treasures and made his way to the exit. He was leaving with the same amount of money he walked in with and a bag of comics that left a huge grin on his face. He felt like he was the king of the world as walked past a line of people dressed as their favorite superheroes. James shook his head at them. He always found the costumes to be wrong somehow like they were trying too hard to match the look of the comic instead of the idea behind the suits. His mind began to wander as he imagined how he would make a super costume if he was a hero. 

James got into his car, a peach-colored 1982 AMC Eagle station wagon that was too ugly for words. The floors of his car were littered with fast food trash and empty soda cans. He set his new comic book treasures on the passenger seat that almost never saw a body occupying it. James made the short trip from the convention center to his studio apartment in record time. He was too excited for words as he managed to grab two comics that would fill gaps in his collection basically for free thanks to his wheeling and dealing. Walking into his apartment all that could be seen were rows of stacked white comic book boxes. On another wall was an array of Batman comic books with a single hole in the middle which James walked over and thumb tacked the new book into the hole with a satisfied sigh. 

James laid down on his bed and picked up the new books he bought and then for some reason the book he had been given for free grabbed his attention. He decided to give the story a proper read now that he wasn't distracted. Aside from the things he brought up at the show he felt like the story was somehow more compelling than he thought at the time he skimmed it at the show. It was a story about people who woke up to find that they could level themselves up by doing things. The idea was that each time they completed an action they would notice a small number pop up in the corner of their vision. After a while, they would start to notice that their skills and abilities were growing fast. Eventually turning them into what could only be described as a superhero.

James snorted in disbelief and then shook his head. He thought about all of the superheroes he followed, most of them either had genius intellects or teachers who trained them to be superior warriors. They weren't just regular people. He thought of what it would be like for him to have that kind of ability. He shook his head and laughed, saying out loud, "If I had a system like that I wouldn't stick my fucking neck out to help people that's just bat shit crazy."

James couldn't get the idea out of his head, it was running through his mind like a virus. He just wanted to sleep but it was killing him that the comic he read was so flawed he didn't know exactly what the flaw was so he kept rethinking it over and over. It wasn't the skill itself, it was the motivation. Just having skill and ability wouldn't motivate a hero. He thought of Batman and how his parents were killed causing him to seek vengeance. Or how Spider-man had to see his Uncle killed to motivate him. The Punisher lost his family. The mutants from the X-Men were all trying to save their kind from extinction and build up a good impression from regular people. Superman lost his entire planet. The characters in this comic book he was given were just regular people who had no motivation to be more than who they were. 

James eventually drifted off to sleep. A voice in the blackness spoke softly, "Initiating transformation. Power system loaded. Experience system loaded. Character creation successful. Motivation system progress 1%. Starting wake-up mode in ten, nine, eight, seven. The voice grew softer and softer until James saw daylight once again. He shook his head and thought, "What an odd dream." He yawned and stretched out he swiftly turned his head as he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A small red number "+1" hung in the corner of his vision for a split second. He shook his head again only to see another "+1" drift off. He moved his arm wildly and another "+1" appeared. That was when he noticed something off about his apartment. The comic books on the wall had changed. The familiar names were gone and replaced with names that similar yet different.

He shouted out, "Alright real funny, I don't know which of you it is, but I want my real collection back and if I find even a single damaged book you are getting sued!" 

Once again a "+1" popped up in the corner of his eye.

James shook his head and frowned, he checked the time and knew it was time to get to work, he didn't have time to play around with the jokesters. He quickly showered and dressed in his uniform and then sped off to work. The little "+1" that kept popping up was very annoying to James, but he did his best to ignore it. When he got to work he felt something was off as the name of the restaurant on the sign was spelled oddly. He looked up and frowned, "Burger Kang? Is this part of the joke?" He looked across the street and noticed that the place across from them had a different sign as well. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and asked, "MacRonalds?" 

He walked inside starting to feel confused. He recognized all of his coworkers but the menu boards were all changed subtly so that at first glance it was normal but things were just slightly named differently. Instead of a whopper they now sold a whapper. He noticed a newspaper no longer said New York Times, instead, it had New City Times written at the top of the page, he grabbed one of his coworkers and asked, "Dude, is it just me or does this place look different today?"

His coworker laughed and said, "Yeah man, those graveyard shift bastards didn't mop, Ralphie threw a fit this morning. You got mop duty bro, wouldn't slack it off today. He's in that kind of mood." 

James grabbed the mop and started to do his job. He noticed that as he worked his level of skill with mopping rapidly improved to the point that the floors looked like they were being professionally cleaned. The manager came out of his office and stared in amazement as James mopped effortlessly but cleaned the floors back to a new like appearance. He grinned broadly and said, "Great work Jimmy. Thanks for busting ass on these floors. The rest of you bums should take your example from Jimmy."

Everyone stared daggers at James who could only smile and shrug. It went like that all day, anything he worked on would become incredibly easy to him if he did it long enough. All the time the "+1" would appear. By the time he was done with his shift, his coworkers were no longer speaking to him because he had raised the bar for every job in the restaurant to the point they felt like they could no longer meet expectations. Even Ralphie the manager started to feel insecure about his position. 

James went to start his car and of course, it wouldn't start. He popped the hood and climbed out hoping he could figure out what was wrong with it. When he opened the hood he was shocked to find the entire motor missing. It was as if it had been completely torn out. He spun around looking in all directions as his heart pounded, he suddenly felt very unsafe. He thought about his work today and decided to try running home, maybe he would get better at running if he did that. 

James ran as if someone was chasing him, and just like with his work today he slowly improved at running until it was effortless for him. He managed to run the four miles back to his house in half an hour. For a guy who hadn't done any running in years, he felt like he had accomplished an impossible feat. In fact, he knew for certain that was the furthest he had ever run and when he got home he felt the same way he did at the end of his workday. Slightly tired but still capable of doing more. He looked across the street at the twenty-four-hour gym and decided to find out if the thought scratching at the back of his head was real. 

After he went home and changed, he walked over to the gym and then up to the counter and asked the girl there, "Hi, I was wondering what it costs to get a membership here?" 

The girl smiled happily and said, "Well, why don't you try out the gym first and see if it's what you need. After you work out, we can talk about our membership plans." 

He smirked and nodded, "Thank you, I think I will." He walked inside and started doing a circuit through the gym. Just as he thought each machine became easier and easier the more he exercised on it. He looked in the mirror and noticed that his body was slowly but visibly changing. When he walked into the gym he was still the same skin and bones scrawny looking man that he had been since he graduated from high school years earlier. But just an hour in the gym and he already had started to appear like someone who had been working out for years. James stared in disbelief at the image in the mirror. He looked down at his arms and could see defined musculature. He looked at the machines and suddenly found himself obsessed with them. He would use each machine until he was at its maximum weight and then move to the next. By the time he completed a full circuit of the gym he looked like a bodybuilder. He was staring in awe at the image of himself in the mirror, his clothes were stretched to the point of nearly ripping. He noticed that the sun was starting to come up and realized he had spent the entire night at the gym.

When he walked up to the counter the same girl was yawning and stretching while saying to another girl, "I had a skinny guy come in last night I haven't seen him leave yet, I hope he didn't hurt himself."

He walked up in front of her and said, "Hi, I tried out the gym here, it was ok, but I think I need a gym with more weights. Thank you for the trial though." 

She looked at him like it was the first time she had seen him and asked, "I'm sorry, but did we already speak? I don't recall when you came in." 

He chuckled and said, "Skinny guy that you were worried would hurt himself." 

She stared in disbelief as he walked out. The girl next to her snorted derisively and said, "Girl you need to lower your standards. Not every guy can be as big as a powerlifter. That guy was totally ripped."

James walked to his apartment and sat down on his bed. He suddenly felt his adrenaline kick in as he searched for the comic book he picked up at the con. He found it and immediately opened it only to find that the pages were all blank. The picture on the cover changed to a picture of himself lifting weights and growing stronger. The splash page changed to a picture of him mopping at Burger Kang. The next page showed him running after finding that his car had been sabotaged. Then it was him lifting weights in the gym rapidly building his body by doing each exercise. He stammered and said, "Fuck this, I am not a hero, I have no motivation to be a hero!"

He tossed the comic off his bed and collapsed back on it with a sigh. Maybe he could call in sick, he only had four hours until it was time to work again and he still hadn't slept. He closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The story of a Comic Book Collector who is brought to a world where he finds out that he is one of the special people who can earn experience and level up to become a superhero.

Hurry, Mom! All the good comics will be gone! Good comics? You only buy Casper the Wimpy Ghost. Equating friendliness with wimpiness will keep you from achieving popularity. I think Casper's the ghost of Richie Rich. -Hey, they do look alike. -How did Richie die? Perhaps his materialism led him to take his life. Kids, could you lighten up? Now Radioactive Man rules! He's always saying something cool. -He's no wittier than others. -Oh, yeah? Look. He knocks a guy into the sun and says, "Hot enough for you?" I stand corrected. We're here. -Too bad we didn't dress up. -This looks like a discount for Bartman! -Who are you dressed as? -I'm Bartman. -Never heard of him, full price. -Rip-off. Is this on? Young people of Springfield welcome to our funny-book convention. Thank you for pumping almost $300 into the local economy. Your spirits have imparted a glow to this old warhorse. I feel like Radiation Man! That's Radioactive Man, jerk! I stand corrected. Have fun and be sure to clear out by 6 for the Shriners. Get that punk's name. No one makes a fool of me. Has anyone turned in a left Vulcan ear? We've got a utility belt, tricorders, a light saber. Sorry, kid. -Hey, Bart-dude. -Hey, Otto-man. What's that? My own idea for a comic book. It's about a dude who drives a school bus by day but by night, fights vampires in a post-apocalyptic war zone! We're going to see Buddy Hodges. The guy who played Fallout Boy on TV? I guess he wasn't killed in Vietnam. Laramie cigarettes give me the steady nerves I need to combat evil. Wish I was old enough to smoke Laramies. Sorry, Fallout Boy, not until you're 16. Look out! Will Radioactive Man act in time to save the Earth? You know, kids, I'm sure we'd all like to remember Dirk Richter as Radioactive Man and not the sordid details of his final years. So keep the questions tasteful. Now, how about a big welcome for Buddy "Fallout Boy" Hodges! -Any questions? -When Radioactive Man got injected with shrinking serum, how come his costume shrinks? Who knows? I did play Rum Tum Tugger in Cats. Anybody see it? -Fallout Boy! -Yes, you, the masked boy. Does Dirk Richter's ghost haunt the bordello where his body was found? Dirk Richter was a beautiful man. Can't you vultures leave him alone? Hey, Radioactive Man Number 72! It's the imaginary tale where he marries Larva Girl. Wow, Number 9! That's before Fallout Boy became his ward. I'll show you something if you'll put your grubby little hands behind your back. Behold. Wow, Radioactive Man Number 1! I bet it's worth a million bucks. It is, my lad. But I'll let you have it for 100. -All I got is 30. -Then you can't have it. But I must. I never knew why God put me on this Earth. Now, I know. -To buy that comic book. -Your emotion is out of place. Did you kids have fun? Yeah. For a dollar, a man sold me I never knew what Superman saw in her. Give me Wonder Woman. And that golden lariat. She can tie me up any time. -Homer! -Just kidding, Marge. Hey, what does everyone say to dinner at Krusty Burger? My treat! You really are a sport, Dad, taking us to a fine restaurant like that. -What are you getting at? -I need $100 for a comic. For a comic? Who drew it, Micha-malangelo? -Dad, I want this more than anything. -Well, T. S. -Please, Dad. -No. No! Look, we all know that usually when you bug me I give in. I'm not mad at you. Shows you been paying attention. But we all know I'm not giving you $100. -Now, are you gonna stop bugging me? -No. -Are you? Are you? Are you? -No. No. No. -Okay! -I win! In your face! Yeah! How do you like them apples? Don't gloat, Homer. When I was your age, I wanted a child-sized electric light bulb oven. I didn't have the money. So, I went to my sisters. -We'll give you half our allowance. -lf you'll be our slave. -This gives us more free time. -Let's take up smoking. For months, I worked while my sisters smoked. Venus Oh, Venus We want those dress shields hand-washed and drip-dried. Because I'd worked for it all those light bulb-warmed treats always tasted extra good. Maybe a job is the answer. I couldn't ask you to do that. Maggie and Lisa are a handful-- -She means you should get a job. -Me? Get a job? Were they serious? I didn't realize it, but a part of my childhood had slipped away, forever. -What are you staring at? -Nothing. At that moment, my dad and I were closer than we've ever-- -Bart! Stop it. -Sorry. I need some money A lot of money Empty bottles. Well, it's practically empty. Here you go, Apu. Shall I apply this to the cost of a squishy? -No. I need the dime. -It is good you're learning a trade. -Americanize this. -Okay. All those coins were worth three cents? Let the good times roll. This is so humiliating. I feel like such a geek. -How's it going, Bart? -Terrible. No one's buying. Maybe you need to play on their sympathies more. Let's see. Now you look pathetic. Lemonade sucks. I need a new product. Let's see. Form a line. Cheap beer and a sympathetic ear. Hey, Bart, could you give me one on credit? -Beat it. -You got a liquor license? -My dog ate it. -Gotta have one to sell beer. Writing tickets must make you thirsty. Have a couple on the house. -Seeing that it's a first offense. -We can overlook this. So long, officers. Hey, what's all the--? My beer, my beer, my beautiful beer! The boy is desperate. He wants money to buy a comic book. A comic book? Boys never change. -Which one? Nazi Smasher? -I don't think so. Send him over to my house. I've got a few chores he could do. He can mix whitewash, right? -Mrs. Glick? -You must be Bert Simpson. Looks like you've got a strong young back. Do you want something to eat? I've got dried apricots, almond paste, sauerkraut candy. -No, thanks. Who's that? -That's my brother, Asa. He was killed in the Great War. Held a grenade too long. This one's for you Kaiser Bill, from the boys in D Company: Johnny, Harrison, Brooklyn Bob, and yeah, even Reggie. He ain't so stuck-up once you get to-- Here, have some ribbon candy. Boys love candy. -No, thanks. -Boys love candy! -I'd rather get to work. -We'll start with yard work. Then you can have a barley pop. I want you to clear out all the weeds. You do know which ones are weeds? -All of them? -Good boy. Now be careful with these. I'll be inside, watching my stories. -Jack, please. I'm married. -That must be what's turning me on. Stop it. Some more. Filthy, but genuinely arousing. -Finished. -Merciful heavens, you're bleeding! I'll get the iodine. Iodine. -Now don't fidget. -Listen, lady, you don't have to-- They've never improved on iodine. -Did you make any money? -No, but I'm in a lot of pain. What you're doing for Mrs. Glick is very nice. -She doesn't have anybody. -There's a reason. The sludge certainly collects around those downspouts, don't it? I'll sludge you, you old bat. Today, we wash Beulah. Do you know what that is? Some old lady thing nobody's heard about for 50 years? It was my wedding dress. But then, I dyed it black and it became my mourning dress. Great story, lady. Last night, I dreamed I held you in my arms. No, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch. Amputate my arm. But not the-- Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this. -Yes, ma'am. -Here we are, two quarters. -Two quarters? -You deserve every penny. I've told my girlfriends about you and they have chores too. -Two quarters! -Bart, you didn't say thank you. I can leave without screaming or saying a bad word. -But I'm not saying thank you. -You're welcome. All right, off you go to spend it on penny whistles and MoonPies. -MoonPies, my butt. -What's the problem, boy? I busted my hump all week and all I got was 50 cents. When I was your age, -Really? -No. I did everything I could and I've only got 35 bucks. I'm done working. Working's for chumps. I'm proud of you. I was twice your age before I figured that out. -Can I have it for $40? -40 bucks? Forget it! It's all I've got. I sold seeds. I visited my aunt in the nursing home. -I fished a dime out of the sewer! -No way. What do you want? -Can I have it for 35. -No! Kids. I don't need this. I've got a master's degree in folklore. Do you have the Carl Yastrzemski baseball card from 1973? Show me the 30 bucks, because if you ain't got it, I ain't getting up. Martin, if you, Milhouse and I went in together we could buy a copy of Radioactive Man Number 1 right now! -Here you go. -I don't want it. We've got $100, and we'd like to buy Radioactive Man. Why don't you just waddle over and get it? Yes, sir! Wow. Breathe it in, boys. -This is the stuff dreams are made of. -It smells like my grandpa. Looks like rain. We better get this baby home. Looks like you bought more than you bargained for. My pants, caught on barbed wire! Good Lord, choke, an A-bomb! Becoming radioactive. From this day forward, I shall call myself Radioactive Man. So, that's how it happened. I'd have thought an atomic bomb would kill him. -Now you know better. -Turn the page, Bart. Careful, careful. You guys can come read it anytime. -Why not keep it at my house? -That's crazy. -It's ours as much as it's yours. -How about this? Each one of us will get it for two days of the week. Wait a minute, that still leaves one day. Yeah, what about that? For that day, we'll use a random number generator. I'll take 1 to 3, Milhouse will have 4 to 6 and Bart will take 7 to 9. -Wait a minute, what about zero? -Yeah, what about zero? In the event of a zero possession will be determined by Rock, Scissor, Paper. -Okay. -Excellent. Well, today being my Saturday, I guess I'll be taking my comic. Nice try. It almost worked, but tonight the comic book stays here. -lf the comic book stays, then so do I. -Me too. Fine. We'll all stay with the comic book. It'll be like a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like. -I wanna read it again. -Nice try. Acids in your hand could damage it. We want it to last forever so the last one alive can be buried with it. -What do you mean, the last one alive? -I meant years from now! -Bart, don't push him. -So you're both against me. Well, nobody makes a sap out of Bartholomew J. Simpson. -Quit! -You quit! No, you quit! Would you boys like some milk and microwave s'mores? Thank you, Mrs. Simpson. Sweet dreams, boys. -One more step and you're dead. -I have to go to the bathroom. -So do l, but I'm not getting up. -Hey, what's going on? -Martin was trying to steal our comic. -Let's tie him up! -Is this how you treat your guests? -Quiet. -We'll take turns watching him. -Okay, I'll go first. So that's your little game. Let Bart get nice and drowsy then, when his back's turned: Wham! You're crazy. I'm telling your mom! -Tell him what we do with squealers. -It's worse than when you have to pee? -You can't stop me! -The hell I can't. Homer, it's really coming down. Could you check on the boys? They're fine. Bart, the comic! Don't let go of me, Bart! It's not that far to the ground. The rains probably softened it up. If you hadn't tied me up, I could be saving the comic. Shut up! Shut up! Help me! I didn't even want the comic! I wanted Carl Yastrzemski with the big sideburns! Better come in the house. You don't wanna get the sniffles. Now, come on. You can play your little tie-up game inside. I've got some cocoa on the stove. Who wants imitation marshmallows. I'd raise my hand if I could. It's no use, fellows. Another comic book has returned to the earth from whence it came. We worked so hard and now it's all gone. We ended up with nothing because we can't share. -What's your point? -Nothing. It just ticks me off. Well, the world is safe again. But for how long? Previous Episode

This long-running comedy focuses on the eponymous family in the town of Springfield in an unnamed U.S. state. The head of the Simpson family, Homer, is not a typical family man. A nuclear-plant employee, he does his best to lead his family but often finds that they are leading him. The family includes loving, blue-haired matriarch Marge, troublemaking son Bart, overachieving daughter Lisa and baby Maggie. Other Springfield residents include the family's religious neighbour, Ned Flanders, family physician Dr Hibbert, Moe the bartender and police chief Clancy Wiggum.

I have spent a lot of time recently trying to nail down the MHA timeline as it relates to reality. Present Mic quotes Napoleon, which means that until that point at least, history is as ours.
However, it cannot be that the present is as it is now, as assuming that each generation of One for All used it for at least ten years (and about 25 for All Might) one can put the Quirk Age as lasting at least 100 years. That would likely have eclipsed the invention of nuclear weapons, which are there as a trope within the combat trial.
Therefore, I put MHA in the somewhat distant future. Somewhat supported by Mario references that mention it as a really old thing, but I digress.
However, that presents an interesting question: How would that have affected entertainment? Would superhero comics and movies have survived that much time with their subjects being reality? Could they even?
Consider another thing: if DC and Superman survived, and then there was a timeline of any sort where Superman went evil again, then how does that reflect on the hero industry as a whole, or even All Might specifically? What was a somewhat political commentary veiled by the ridiculously impossible becomes a very real warning on what could happen should those hailed as heroes turn evil.
That doesn't sound like it would be allowed for long. And the more heroes and Quirks show up, the more classic comic heroes might start looking like parodies of reality.
While that doesn't necessarily mean that Marvel and DC wouldn't survive, 100 years is a long time to survive without major changes. Anime would also be majorly affected.
Partly in order to just say that classics would stay classics, I will say that they just died out, and are referred to as the "old stories." After all, even if the sources all survive, the stories that would come out in the Quirk Age would undoubtedly be different. Exactly what would be different is hard to say, but stories cannot be unaffected by the cultures and political/social/scientific climates in which they are developed.
For that last one, think about the original comic origin of Spiderman vs. more recent stuff. They originally said radioactive spider because it was known as a mutation cause, but now say genetically modified because it makes more sense with general scientific knowledge. 
Anyways, that is what I mean by the "old stories." Bygone relics of a dead era. 

As an addendum, I think that people like Batman, Iron Man, and Captain America, as "Quirkless," definitely wouldn't survive in their current forms. This world has shown its hostility to the Quirkless, and those that straight up destroy powerful beings with nothing but experience and intelligence wouldn't fit the general narrative the world is trying to sell. Cap would become more like All Might, Iron Man a technomancer, and maybe Batman too. 

Well, who expected this crossover?
Kaisei Oguchi is a teenager with a troubled past and a powerful Quirk- he can summon the ever adapting Swarm of the Starcraft universe to do his will. Trying to make the best use of it, and with a plan that he has shared with nobody, not even his most trusted sister, he enters UA with the intent to become the greatest hero, like no one ever was. Oh. And a side of revenge. Revenge is nice, too.
Expect him to be a little dark. In control of one of the greatest weapons of a cosmos, who wouldn't be? Who is safe from his wrath? Not even All Might will escape unscathed.

If I upload slowly, I'm sorry. I'm just a beginning writer with too many ideas and not enough experience writing. This and Marvelwatch are attempts to fix that problem . 
There is the possibility of me purposely withholding uploads to torture people under the Alcatraz Imperative. (I'm a big Sanderson fan.) But don't expect that too much.

And, I guess, the required legal disclaimer of "I don't own anything from the works I cite. I am not trying to claim them as my own creation, and am very much prepared to use any means necessary to defend myself. Including, but not limited to, the Chewbacca Defense."
However, I bet it's also obvious what I am and am not doing, so it would take some level of insanity to try to sue me over fanfiction.
At least target the Rule 34 fiction writers first.

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