What makes a person? is it their memories or is either good or bad intertwined with our core selves deeply?
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(Barry 2 P.O.V)
I looked over at the men laying down at my feet. They were groaning in pain, bringing a small smile to my face. What a wonderful sound.
"Th…thanks for the help Sir."
I turned my attention to look at the almost rape victim I had saved. She was beautiful and her current disarrayed state did nothing to hide that. Infact for me she looked especially cute with the terrified gaze on her face. Her dress was torn and there was ruined mascara on her face. Most likely due to tears from helplessness.
My grin widened in amusement before I clammed down on the urge to let go of my inhibitions and show my new and true self by laughing maniacally at not only her pain but the crooks too. Granted I didn't have any significant memories to compare my old personality with the person I now was. However, the one thing I understood from the little scattered bits of what remained were disconcerting. I was a pushover, a wimp, a selfless and naive little shit that couldn't see the world for what it truly was. A meat grinder. A jungle filled with predators that wouldn't hesitate to devour you till nothing was left. And that especially rang true for the world I now found myself in.
2 hours ago, I had found myself before a city sign that had me giddy with the possibility of how much chaos I could truly add on to this world. Brockton Bay. The Gotham of the Worm-verse.
This dimension was fucked. The old me would have ultimately chosen to become a hero, especially with the powers I now possessed but the new me, wanted chaos. Glorious unfiltered chaos. A way to let me understand what the villains in every story accomplished by doing the evil and despicable things they did. I could glean from my memories that doing good things rarely brought about benefits except for a feeling of accomplishment that faded when your head was bashed into a locked for the millionth time. So no more good guy.
I schooled my features into a gentle look and knelt before the girl. She flinched when I touched her knee.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just checking to see if we can do something about your injury. You scraped your knee pretty badly."
Suddenly the look on her face changed to one of dreamy admiration. She stared at me before looking down and blushing heavily. Her heart started beating like crazy and I frowned in concern.
"Are you ok?"
I asked her but inside I was giddy with happiness. The Perk works! The Perk I had chosen was one that would go a long way to help me in maintaining a facade as everyone's best friend. The nice guy who everyone at work likes, the hottie that makes out with your Fiance during your engagement party, the charmer who manages to charm your bitch of a mother. That was the easy approach. A way to solve any issues by being suave. If that failed then we come to the hard approach.
"Ye…yeah.. I'm fine."
She didn't meet my eyes again, too shy. I employed the use of my main power Vital Energy Manipulation. If she'd bothered to look up she wouldn't have missed the red wisps of energy leaving the five men on the ground and getting absorbed by me. The men stilled completely. The ones groaning falling silent.
I suppressed a moan of pleasure as I felt power course through my body, strengthening it. My physical strength shot up and I theorized I could break the ribs of my 5 assailants easily now. I channeled a bit of that energy and sent it to the girl's knee. She gasped as her injury healed up almost instantly before her eyes.
"…How…how did you do that?"
I smiled at her again.
"I'm a cape."
Her eyes shone, impressed.
"That's amazing!"
I smirked which probably brought butterflies to her stomach.
I then carried her out of the alley leaving the 5 regular thugs dead (how did they even survive as a gang without joining the three main ones?). Through all that, the girl who I came to know was called Mellisa didn't look concerned about their state. Too busy getting lost in my blue eyes. When she asked me for name, I simply answered,
"Call me Jack. Jack Napier, my dear."
(Jin's P.O.V)
"That…I didn't account for."
"What have we done? I fear for that world."
Grand Master Zoren's words bore a feeling of dread inside me before I ruthlessly crushed it. This was the world the second time remnant's whole being resonated with. Therefore there must be a reason why. The mirror took into account the best environment that someone would flourish in. Not only that but it also took into account that the world chosen would also benefit from the person too. There was no way it was wrong. But just to be on the safe side…
I finished changing a few things about Napier's (I shuddered, the joker? Really?) Powers.
"There. He won't be able to steal vital energy from innocents."
I told Zoren, hoping to ease his concerns. He sighed in relief.
"Let's just hope it's gonna be enough."
I nodded grimly to that and we turned our attention to the console, showing the third time remnant.
(Barry 3 P.O.V)
My awareness creeped upon me like a game character with a maxed out thief class. I breathed in the air and gagged at the faint industrial smell, faeces and cheap quality products that made up the 1940's.
My background essentially made me a slave. I was in Auschwitz concentration camp. If the name rings familiar that is because it was the camp where Eric Lehnsherr popularly known as Magneto was kept during his childhood.
I heard the soft crying of said child beside me and looked at him in pity. I understood his pain. He'd just been separated from his mother and I knew that soon 2 Nazi soldiers would come to take him away to Klaus Shmidt, otherwise known as Sebastian Shaw where Shaw would kill Eric's mother when he failed to activate his powers for Shaw. Yeah. That was not gonna happen.
I couldn't let Eric experience that Pain. After all everything I was going to do was to also make it back to...her. I couldn't remember her name or face but my...soul and whole being craved the warmth I felt in my memories. It didn't matter if I was dead or in another world entirely. Somehow...I knew she was my lightning rod. And I'd be damned if I didn't make it back to her. Which is why I had chosen a strange but completely broken power which I knew would enable me to make it back to her. It didn't matter that it was a fictional power or not. I was betting everything I had on this chance.
The power itself was called, Path To Victory. It was nerfed to a serious degree as I could only keep 2 paths open at the current time but the Perk I chose synchronized well with the power. I chose, Long-lived as my perk. It granted me a lifespan of 1000 years. Why didn't I go for immortality? That's just it. Immortality meant I would grow lax and lazy. Confident that I had more than enough time in my hands. But although I knew figuring out dimensional travel would take a long time, I wanted to give myself as short a time as possible. I couldn't bear to stay away from my soul mate for long.
But that all started by having Eric gain control of his powers by tonight. I opened up my power and looked at the steps towards making it back to her. It had 3556023 steps. I took the first step. Turning to Eric, I looked at him sternly.
"Shut up. Showing weakness in here is ill advised."
He instantly went quiet and gazed at me questioningly.
"My name is Barry Allen and I'm the guy who is gonna get you and your mother out of here."
(Jin's P.O.V)
We both went silent.
" He's...scary. A bleeding effect maybe? My memories contain details about his life. He must have subconsciously made the connections, which resulted in jogging some of the emotions contained in the memories. And forefront of those emotions is his love for Iris. Choosing the same name he used to have is also a side effect of that. He chose Path to Victory because that presented him a clear way and destination on how he can find her. I had to nerf the ability because when used in conjunction with a will like his...even I would be afraid."
I finished.
"Are we shielded from his ability?"
Zoren asked to which I know nodded.
"Completely."
"Then he's less of a flight-risk than his counterparts while also being the most dangerous."
"Because he's not gonna give up."
I added to his thoughts.
"Yes."
I laughed a bit.
"You know, I'm starting to regret doing this."
Zoren kept quiet but I knew he was also disturbed.
(Barry 4 P.O.V)
This...is... Amazing. Who knew flying could be this awesome? Let's rewind. I found myself in a white void. At first like any normal person, I was terrified. Terrified I tell you. A rush of memories later and I understood my situation better. I had died. But was death supposed to be so... boring? There was literally nothing happening and I must have been ADHD in my past life because I wanted the boredom to go away. So I wished for something to happen. Something did.
A blue box appeared in my vision and I instantly understood what was gonna happen. My inner weeb was having a field day. This was it! The chance to be something truly marvelous. I wasn't gonna sleep on it. My whole life I'd been nothing more than a joke to those with popularity, power and strength. With the chance of rebirth I was about to get, I could truly live life like the main characters in the comics books I used to read.
For my power, I chose the well tested ability of...The Gamer. Cliche I know but when you're reading something the impact of how massively game-breaking( sooo pun-intended) the Gamer actually is...is crazy. I was literally a jack of all trades - Saitama in potential.
For my perk I chose something special... Dimensional Traveller. I was a weeb or rather had been. No matter what world I would be sent to, I knew I wouldn't be satisfied with it so I took chances and what do you know...it all worked out in the end.
For my name I wanted a unique one, but one that still stayed true to the Gamer's whole theme. So how about...Asahi? It was simple and was hopefully gender neutral enough that it wouldn't be weird. It also meant morning. Which could be taken as the start of something new. So after waking up, I distributed My stats and after finding out I was in the My Hero Academia universe, I chose Hero as my class. My status went like this,
Name – Asahi
Level – 1
Class – Hero
Race – Human
Alignment – Chaotic Good
Mentor – None
Apprentice – None
HP – 200 [100 regen per five minutes]
MP – 100 [50 regen per minute]
SP – 200 [100 regen per minute]
STR – 20
END – 20
DEX – 20
INT – 10
WIS – 10
CHA – 10
LCK – 10
MP Regen = [WIS X 5] per minute
MP = [INT X 10]
SP Regen = [END X 5] per minute
Health Regen = [END X 5] per five minutes
Health = [END X 10]
SP = [END X 10]
Gamers Mind: Max.
Gamers Body: Max.
Perks: Dimensional Traveller.
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2 days later, I was flying on my own power.
(Jin's P.O.V)
I coughed a little to hide my embarrassment.
"I...huh...think this one was a bit too influenced by my memories than we anticipated."
Grand Master Zoren had a small smirk on his face.
"You think?"
God. Kill me.