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Buildings destroyed, gods sprawled across the area shield agents running around helping and moving people to safety.
The destroyer standing over it all with Thor walking towards it.
Sacrificing his life for his friends.
He gives a smile as the destroyer closes it's visor dimming the flames as it turns around before smacking Thor with a spiked backhand, sending hi...
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It had been a day since the Green Goblin fight.
I was on a rooftop, waiting for Nick Fury. Well, I was 85% sure it would be him.
Earlier that day, Shield had contacted me. Nothing fancy, just a card and a note left under my door. They had tried hacking into my computer systems, probably to monitor my activities and scare me into doing what they wanted. I guessed they di...
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I ripped the mask from my face with my good arm, letting the fresh air rush in through the half-mask still clinging to my skin. My lungs expanded gratefully as I straightened up, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My arm hung limp and useless, but I quickly wrapped it in webs for support, feeling the tension pulling at the break.
With a slow breath, I took stock of ...
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Jennifer Walters had hit the ground running on the case, and things escalated quickly. Oscorp was knee-deep in lawsuits and legal battles, and there were whispers about the board ousting Norman Osborn and rebranding the company. They were doing their best to pin everything on him, and in the chaos, slipping into Oscorp wasn’t hard.
But finding their secret facilities? That w...
As they walked down the school corridors, Kohta struggled to keep pace with Kozen’s long strides. The recent meeting with the principal had been a whirlwind, and Kohta was still reeling from the audacity of their actions.
Guess working as fast as I could to make those out of context clips was worth it,* Kohta thought.
“Where are we going?”
“To the infirmary...
2024-09-05 21:45:31 +0000 UTC View PostPrincipal Katsuro Tanaka was pacing behind his desk, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. It was one of those days when nothing seemed to go right, and the latest news hadn’t helped. His affair with the school lunch lady now seemed trivial in comparison to the fresh crisis unfolding under his watch.
He had just received a frantic call from one of the teachers: a figh...
2024-09-05 21:43:41 +0000 UTC View PostJapan is a monocultural society.
He reminded himself as Kozen settled back into his chair as Koichi sensei left and their punishment was over.
This thought was to explain some of the challenges he and Kohta were facing. Perhaps their failure to conform to certain social norms made them easy targets for bullying by their less tolerant peers. Though this reasoning felt hollow an...
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I barely managed to dodge his charge, but the sudden movement sent a sharp pain through my already injured ankle, causing me to land awkwardly. Hammerhead came at me again with a powerful right swing. I ducked, but his knee came up fast, catching me square in the jaw. The impact made me bite down hard on my tongue, filling my mouth with the metallic taste of blood.
Using the m...
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I lay strapped to the cold, padded lab bed, my arms restrained by reinforced bands that held me firmly in place. A gum shield was clamped tightly between my teeth, its pressure digging into my gums. Above me, injectors hovered ominously, poised over the designated points on my body, waiting for the signal to begin. The sterile scent of antiseptics permeated the air, a reminder that e...
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Patrolling the streets of Brooklyn had become routine for me. Another night, another mission, swinging effortlessly from building to building. My suit's systems were fully functional, shielding me from the cold wind that whipped against my body. The mask kept my breathing steady, and the earpiece in my left ear buzzed with updates from the police radio, tuned into the happenings in B...
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I've been working on my Spider suit since before I even got my powers. After months of hard work and an extensive amount of graphene—some of it painstakingly remade from pencil graphite when I ran out—I finally completed it a week ago.
The graphite was essential because it could be transformed into graphene, a material I needed to create a multilayered structure. These lay...
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I bought a handful of medium-sized white mice—lab rats, essentially. They were going to be my test subjects for experimenting with my Bio-Electrokinesis.
Having a lab at home wasn’t a long-term option. It wasn’t safe. I’d been searching for a new place to relocate my setup, but luck hadn’t been on my side yet. I considered contacting my uncle Aaron for an off-the-boo...
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As I stood before the mirror, I couldn’t help but marvel at the transformation. My muscles had always been toned from regular workouts, but now they looked like they had been sculpted by the hands of da Vinci himself. If you’ve ever seen Bruce Lee shirtless, you’d have a good idea of what I was seeing in my reflection—a slim build, yet every muscle defined to its absolute pea...
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I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, the first thing I noticed was the sticky residue of melted Popsicle juice on my lips and clothes. My head was buzzing from the scene in front of me: my dad and Uncle Aaron were in a heated argument.
Dad was demanding to know what Aaron had done to me, his voice edged with fury, while Aaron, looking both bewildered and defens...
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There’s nothing more painful—and more hilarious—than watching Ganke try to dance. He takes it so seriously, raising his arms dramatically, then bringing them down like he's leading an invisible orchestra. He taps his feet to the beat—emphasis on "tries"—and then jumps, swaying his body from side to side. His arms flail in some strange spaghetti move, wobbling all over the p...
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2010.
I'm 8 years old now, and I've never looked better.
With all the training I've been doing, I'm in peak condition—fit, flexible, and even sporting abs. Yep, abs on an 8-year-old. Combine that with my boyish charm, and I’ve got every maternal instinct in the vicinity on high alert. Women can’t resist pinching my cheeks so much that I’m surprised they haven’...
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It's 2009, and I'm seven years old now.
A whole year has passed since the incident with the Hulk, yet the events of that night remain unforgettable. I still have nightmares where the Abomination bursts into my home, grabbing me in its monstrous arms. He lifts me up to his face, his sinister grin ever-present. I never know what happens next because I always wake up before the ...
“Rage… room?” Saya’s expression denoted that, no, she didn’t. Great.
Tysone shrugged, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. “You know how stressful life can be for the average Japanese worker, don’t you? Between pulling ungodly amounts of overtime and passing out drunk in the middle of the streets, it can take a toll on a man. Or a woman. Unfortunately, they can't complain a...
2024-09-02 01:44:38 +0000 UTC View PostSaya tilted her head, her brow furrowed. “What are you on about all of a sudden?”
Tysone’s mental gears turned. He wanted to broach the Adolescence Syndrome without coming off as some junkhead. “Well, I just read this interesting documentary about how a certain group of young people would develop strange symptoms that mirrored their emotional state. You know, like how s...
2024-09-02 01:41:53 +0000 UTC View PostIf asked whether he was excited for high school, Kozen would have said yes without a moment’s hesitation. It was a crucial item on his mental checklist: have a better high school life.
Reflecting on his previous life in highschool, he summed it up in a single, lackluster word: Meh.
Back then, he had drifted through the days with minimal interaction. He hadn’t made many fri...
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Three weeks after acquiring the blueprints, I finally managed to build a severely downgraded version of the exoskeleton. Warmonger’s armor was mostly mechanical, which worked in my favor since I didn’t have access to the advanced components needed for a more sophisticated suit.
The exoskeleton I built looked like a slimmer version of the Japanese "Hal" exoskeleton. It wasn...
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It took me quite some time to crack the Spider-Man web formula and tweak it to my liking. The process was incredibly tedious—exposing the formula to air or any environmental conditions outside its casing would alter its chemical composition completely.
There were endless challenges: sometimes the web would become stiff and hard when it needed to be flexible, and other times...
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It’s been six years since I was born, and the baby has grown into a boy—a big, healthy boy. Not fat or chubby, just exceptionally well-built. I’ve inherited my mom’s dark brown eyes, which perfectly complement my sharp facial features. My short black hair is always neat, kept in a crew cut with side fades. My body is still developing, but I’m built like a miniature athlete....
A challenging smile flitted across Mai’s face. "Maybe the Gods want to see you in that bunny outfit? It'd be a tight fit, but that's hardly the fault of those in power, is it not?"
Tysone twitched slightly. "Now you're invoking the wrath of the pervert?"
She tittered, snorting a little. "That's what you get for harassing me with those indecent eyes of yours." Mai made it her prior...
2024-08-30 03:04:54 +0000 UTC View Post“I don’t know… maybe I’m just being a brat about it…” Mai trailed off, smothering the rest of her speech by chomping on her sandwich. Her cheeks puffed up.
Tysone grinned slightly. Mai could already feel the sassiness about to roll off his lips.
“At least you acknowledge it.”
She rolled eyes, elegantly wiping at her mouth with ...
2024-08-30 03:00:49 +0000 UTC View PostTysone heaved a sigh of relief when Mai treated him to something more filling and nutritious. Egg sandwiches. Not his first choice, but still a choice. Maybe he could americanize the shit out of these anime girls? Bring some good ol’ burger and mac and cheese to the block?
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Mai stopped in her tracks. Tysone wondered if the others could see him talk to thin air.
"Invisible, you say?" She stared at her open hand, giving it an amused once-over before shaking her head in apparent exasperation. "I don't even care anymore. It is tiring, you know? Not having anyone notice you. Go figure. You have a day job as an idol and suddenly, people pretend you don't exi...
2024-08-30 02:47:44 +0000 UTC View PostTysone woke up many times throughout the night due to pangs of hunger. That corn potage hardly filled him up enough to last the rest of the evening. Sleeping the hunger off only made him weaker in the long run, until he couldn’t stay in bed any longer.
The only silver lining was that today was Sunday, which meant he’d be tutored in Japanese by that fang-toothed friend...
2024-08-30 02:42:11 +0000 UTC View PostMemories are the cornerstone of someone’s identity. They drive people forward. It gives them coherence and reason for actions and words.
What is a man without the weight of his past? A shell of his former self?
Tysone had died, but this new Tysone had not. No matter how hard he dug through his mind, any information regarding himself of this rea...
2024-08-30 02:36:05 +0000 UTC View PostTysone and Saya’s appearance caused the students to stop listening attentively to Shido’s class—and the man actually looked upset at losing his limelight. Tysone, for his part, did not react at all when the attention of all the students shifted to him.
Shido walked over with a charming smile.
The janitor hurriedly bowed multiple times to the teacher, excusing himself, leaving ...
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