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The Academy’s No Named Nobody

There has always been a war between good and evil. Trinity Academy is at the forefront of this war, it was the key for the future of humanity. A major trigger point on 06/27/3126 YDB will begin the apocalypse as the academy for developing the new generation of heroes falls from the forces of darkness. To avoid such a calamity those trying to start the apocalypse must be stopped before they can complete their mission. The gods picked their champions to purge the plague of evil out of the academy and save the world. Except every time that date rolled around, the heroes failed. Every reset and reattempt, they failed. Nine times already. The gods now only had one last chance to reset everything. A pair of young twin goddesses out of desperation began to look outside the box for some hope of changing this dark fate. They thought that perhaps someone who never originally meant to go to Trinity Academy could be brought in to change things for the better. Someone with a different view, someone with a little experience with hero work prior to entering the school. Enter Archer Griffen, residing on the opposite side of the world he was one of the few who were directly taught by the heroes of the old generation. A hero in training through and through, albeit a peculiar one. The mad dog, the sloth, the sleuth, the tick, the nightmare, the liar, the knight, are just a few of the nicknames Archer has had fortune or perhaps misfortune of earning from his peers. The twin goddesses decide that maybe a person like him could avoid the calamity. He was never supposed to be here, and his entrance does change things, though perhaps not necessarily for the better. But who knows what damage this unexpected no-named outlier could cause to Trinity Academy. Can the boy who avoided death avoid destruction for all? Only time will tell.
TheCaptainBill · 405 Views

Black Hand Over the Sky

"Black Hand Over the Sky" —— In this Marvel-like world filled with danger and opportunity, the rise of a time traveler begins! Anthony Stark, an ordinary modern individual, accidentally crosses over into a parallel world that blends superheroes with gangsters. In this world, he becomes the heir of a medium-sized gang family in New York City. Faced with a family crisis, he has no choice but to take a path different from that of traditional heroes—using gang power to protect himself and his family. Anthony possesses a mysterious "golden finger"—a lottery system that can randomly obtain various special abilities or items. He uses this system to gradually regain control of his family, resolve the equity issues of the Free Daily, and establish his power base in New York City at the Caesar Palace. However, this is just the beginning of his rise. In an unexpected turn of events, Anthony's mother is mysteriously cured, which makes him realize that he needs even greater power to protect his family. Thus, he decides to enter other worlds in search of resources and strength. Through his lottery system, he obtains a dimensional base seed, which allows him to enter different worlds and establish bases. He successively enters the world of "Wanted" and "Hunter x Hunter," acquiring powerful abilities and resources through his adventures in these worlds. In this process, Anthony not only has to deal with internal gang power struggles but also face threats from outside, including challenges from other gangs, interventions from superheroes, and investigations by government agencies. He uses various means, including collaborating with supervillains and utilizing high-tech equipment, to gradually enhance his strength. Ultimately, Anthony's goal is to establish a powerful force that can protect his family and allow him to stand firm in this dangerous world.
Ireson_Vidrio · 2.5K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views

Three Realms; Single Handed.

*Synopsis* Shanghan is a vibrant kingdom where everyone worships their crown prince Song An. Song An was a youthful, attractive man when he was younger, but after his parents passed away unexpectedly, he had to deal with a lot of hardships and was given the task of leading the nation. Many other domains keep a watch on that country because the head of state was not a mature man. After Song An assumes the throne of Shanghan, what would have had happen that makes him despise the entire world and all those peoples? What might have occurred during those two years that turned a good soul into a devil's soul? *Two years later* "If you go now, don't come for me again. Your efforts will be in futile, so why hurt people over something trivial? " A man's voice came in a sigh. "Minor issue? It may mean nothing to you, but to me, it means everything." A laughing voice with a menacing tone and a gloomy vibe emerged. "How can you possibly believe that you can defeat the three realms by yourself, my lord? Both your life and the lives of those closest to you who genuinely support you on your path will be at stake. "After a while, Song An broke the unusual stillness with a somber and reflective tone, saying, "Uncle Su, I already told you to not call me 'my lord' anymore. Even though I am now a nobody, I still want to attempt my risky path because I can't do anything that will make me regret it. I will now make everyone who had interfered with my joyful life regret ever entering this world". Uncle Su looked out the window with a sigh on his face.
Zi_wix · 1.3K Views
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