Kathoom was spouting nonsense again.
Bruce was starting to get used to his owl’s strange sense of humor. He’d learned that with Kathoom, not every word should be taken at face value.
And since Kathoom’s recent return from Hogwarts, Bruce noticed a subtle change in him. He wasn’t quite the simple owl he appeared to be anymore.
For instance, his wings now moved in remark...
2024-11-11 23:59:18 +0000 UTC View PostAs the ropes fell away, Bruce collapsed onto the ground, wincing from the pain that radiated through him.
Kathoom tilted his head, saying, “Hard to tell if you got lucky or not with that one—first one to show up was Jason Todd, of all people.”
It was…unexpected, yet somehow inevitable.
If anyone in that world hated Bruce deeply enough to make it through first, it was J...
2024-11-11 23:59:13 +0000 UTC View PostBruce lay on the ground, clutching his stomach. It hurt—a lot—but it was manageable.
All he could think was, What’s wrong with this guy?
If the gun was empty, then why point it at his head in the first place?
Jason flicked up the fallen gun with his boot, caught it, and returned it to his holster. Then, pressing a hand to his red helmet, he removed it, revealing...
2024-11-11 23:59:10 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a fill in chapter (Author made an announcement here)
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2024-11-11 23:59:01 +0000 UTC View PostAs Jason Todd, the Red Hood, saw Bruce in his line of sight, it was as if his blood started to boil.
Finally, I’ve found you.
Memories of his time as Robin flooded his mind, but they shattered just as quickly, leaving only raw hatred.
The once-cherished memories had become the source of Jason’s deepest pain.
Jason Todd had once viewed Batman as a father.
... 2024-11-11 23:55:41 +0000 UTC View PostKathoom’s plan was simple.
The Horcrux contained potent dark magic, enough that simply holding it could lead to dire effects.
This was because Voldemort’s soul fragment constantly tried to influence whoever possessed it.
But viewed from another angle, Voldemort’s soul itself held immense value.
Within it lay Voldemort’s memories.
Like the diary that contain...
2024-11-11 23:55:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe diadem was intricately crafted, though tarnished by age.
Kathoom held it in his talons, and he could almost hear a soft, musical voice whispering in his ear.
The voice urged him to place the diadem upon his head.
If he wore it, it promised, he’d gain boundless wisdom and power.
“No thanks!”
Kathoom wasn’t so easily swayed.
He knew the diadem was c...
2024-11-11 23:54:25 +0000 UTC View PostThe Hogwarts castle, located in the Scottish Highlands, sat near the wizarding village of Hogsmeade.
While delivering the letter, Kathoom never had trouble finding his destination.
Now that Bruce was settled into the Harry Potter world, Kathoom could finally begin his real plan.
He hadn’t brought Bruce here just for sightseeing; he wanted Bruce to grow stronger, which would,...
2024-11-11 23:54:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe Grangers’ Ford car rolled down a winding country road.
Mr. Granger, a respectable dentist, had chosen a comfortable home in the suburbs for his family’s well-being—a charming, detached house.
In the backseat, Bruce sat beside Hermione, holding the clown doll his cousin had given him.
“From now on, I’ll protect you!”
Eleven-year-old Hermione already felt a...
2024-11-11 23:54:17 +0000 UTC View PostKathoom offered no response.
In Bruce’s heart, the wounds of losing his parents had never fully healed.
Quite the opposite; that loss had long been a wellspring of his resilience.
As Bruce grappled with conflicting emotions, the Granger family arrived at the doors of Wool’s Orphanage.
Mrs. Granger practically bolted inside, and as her eyes took in the worn and bare s...
2024-11-11 23:54:14 +0000 UTC View Post“We apologize for not explaining things sooner. We were so pleased to find you that we forgot to give you the background.”
The suited man began recounting a story to Bruce.
They described an American playboy named Fake Wayne.
Fake Wayne, a reckless scion of the American Wayne family, had led a life of luxury and excess, ultimately meeting an early end with no heirs to clai...
2024-11-11 23:54:09 +0000 UTC View Post“I should explain the rules for traveling between worlds.”
“Each time we enter a new world, its laws will automatically assign you an identity based on your situation.
“This helps you move through the world without drawing too much attention.
“No need to worry—just go with it.”
Kathoom perched on Bruce’s shoulder, casually explaining the situation.
...
2024-11-11 23:54:06 +0000 UTC View PostBruce realized that Kathoom’s proposal wasn’t all that different from what he’d been considering.
He had already wanted to travel and see the world.
Kathoom had simply… expanded the scale.
But could he truly trust the advice of a demon?
Deciding to take a leap of faith, Bruce pushed his doubts aside.
Part of him was still shaken by the visions Kathoom had s...
2024-11-11 23:54:02 +0000 UTC View PostTo be honest, Kathoom was panicking.
Maybe it was fate that a former civil engineer ended up with a name as ominous as “Kathoom.”
It sounded intimidating, but he was still… just an owl.
And Kathoom himself could be summed up in three words—lazy, cautious, and an abstract thrill-seeker.
Yet here he was, bound to Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne—an obsessively para...
2024-11-11 23:53:58 +0000 UTC View PostBruce watched as the black mist dispersed, revealing the demon’s true form.
His expression shifted to one of disbelief; he never expected that the so-called demon would look so… ordinary.
An owl flapped its wings, landing atop the stone statue.
With sleek brownish-gray feathers and tufted ear-plumes, its eyes were large and round, devoid of any demonic air.
The owl f...
2024-11-11 23:53:54 +0000 UTC View PostGotham, late night, a dark alley.
A gunshot echoes. A pearl necklace scatters across the ground.
Shadows fall like curtains over two cold, lifeless bodies, while a child sits, numb and uncomprehending.
In the distance, police sirens draw closer.
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"When I was young, I was terrified of bats."
"But the adults...
2024-11-11 23:53:49 +0000 UTC View Post
After Gerti pulled Bronya aside to share her beauty tips, Bronya returned to Venti, a little dazed.
She found him staring with dismay at his meal, spoon in hand.
There was a sticky, unrecognizable bowl of what seemed to be a thick soup; a slab of murky meat jelly with chunks of some unidentifiable meat; and a big bowl of fried rice emitting an unsettling aroma.
This looked les...
2024-11-11 23:53:18 +0000 UTC View Post"You really believe me?"
Bronya couldn’t deny the warmth rising in her heart.
Since arriving in the Underworld and shedding the title of Supreme Guardian’s heir, she’d finally seen firsthand that here, her status and authority meant nothing.
In this gray world, she was no different from anyone else.
No one here bowed to her because of her title, nor did they flatte...
2024-11-11 23:53:12 +0000 UTC View PostBronya could barely believe what she was hearing—a child surviving on the outskirts of a town abandoned to monsters, left desolate for over ten years?
The thought alone filled her with a sorrow she couldn’t shake. But more than anything—
As she stopped in place, the voice seemed to sense her presence.
"Ah… Is someone there? Outside the window…?"
She heard a sof...
2024-11-11 23:53:07 +0000 UTC View PostThe progress of their digging was steady, but it was going to take a while to get through.
After warning them not to wander off and to keep a lookout, Seele paid them no more attention, throwing herself into her work.
Finally, it was just Venti and Bronya, with a rare chance to talk about things that weighed on their minds.
"This place…"
Bronya hesitated, unsure of whe...
2024-11-11 23:53:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe Underworld once had a dedicated factory for medical supplies. But with the constant erosion of the Rift’s boundaries and a blockade cutting off supply routes, the factory couldn’t operate without a steady flow of raw materials, and soon had to shut down.
Most of Natasha's medical supplies now came through purchasing from others and making things herself, but this, naturally, had i...
2024-11-11 23:52:56 +0000 UTC View Post"…Although I really don't want to say this as a physician, Oleg's situation is not looking optimistic."
Natasha, visibly exhausted, rubbed her aching temples as her gaze returned to the man still lying on the operating table.
His skin was a deep tan, and he appeared to be around fifty. His body, muscular and well-defined like a sculpture, was now covered in scars and bloodstains, ...
2024-11-11 23:52:49 +0000 UTC View PostEverything she saw was desolate wasteland.
The town was cast in grim hues, and a sour stench like old vomit lingered thickly on the streets. People drifted by, their gazes vacant and faces numb, trudging like soulless laborers carrying picks as they headed unprotected toward the mining zone.
Not far off, a group of thin children played together, their noses red from the cold, long t...
2024-11-11 23:52:38 +0000 UTC View PostTo keep Bronya’s outing discreet, why would Venti choose to make such a conspicuous appearance in front of the Silvermane Guards?
First, it was to get his face known. No matter what he planned next, having them recognize him might save him from being mistaken as some petty thief. First impressions were everything.
After all, any plans to change Belobog’s power structure would in...
2024-11-11 23:52:32 +0000 UTC View PostCaptain Gepard’s assigned defensive line was located in the rear, at the plaza intended to become Belobog’s central recreation center. This space, which was supposed to be a hub of daily life, had remained half-finished, with construction indefinitely suspended once the new rift spread here, now threatening even the inner city’s safety.
Gepard was the ideal choice to defend it, give...
2024-11-11 23:52:25 +0000 UTC View Post“Lady Bronya, you… know this poet?”
Perhaps noticing the awkward tension swirling around the two, Lieutenant Dunn spoke up, trying to ease the situation.
“No wonder you were so determined to hold the line—my apologies for misjudging your intentions and delaying your counteroffensive strategy.”
“No, Lieutenant Dunn, you’re too hard on yourself. Your decisions we...
2024-11-11 23:52:00 +0000 UTC View Post“…Just who are you?”
Bronya’s anger had shifted to shock without her realizing it.
“Just an unremarkable bard.”
Venti winked playfully. “Think of me as a bird, here to spread poetry and a little breeze of hope.”
“Stop trying to mask your true purpose!”
Bronya’s hand slammed down on the iron bars, the sudden clang echoing through the silent cel...
2024-11-11 23:51:02 +0000 UTC View PostOnce, Bronya had heard a saying:
“Dying with grace isn’t hard; living with grace is.”
If one wanted posthumous glory, it was as simple as enlisting in the Silvermane Guards. Any soldier who sacrificed themselves in the battle against the Rift would be honored, their comrades preserving their legacy until they, too, became names etched on the cold stones.
But most Silverm...
2024-11-11 23:50:49 +0000 UTC View Post“…I-I was only…”
The young aristocrat, now sweating profusely, suddenly found his talent for insults failing him. His gaze darted around nervously.
Seeing Venti looking back at him with calm amusement only stoked his frustration. He pointed an accusing finger at Venti, scrambling to explain.
“Please, hear me out, Lady Bronya. This so-called bard has been spreading co...
2024-11-11 23:50:43 +0000 UTC View PostBack then, Venti had just “debuted,” his reputation still small, but his skill in playing simple tunes had already charmed some of Belobog’s more traditional aristocrats.
They hired him to play background music at their soirees, paying him enough to cover a month’s worth of wine.
Venti had no objections to such a straightforward business arrangement—he would go, perform, t...
2024-11-11 23:50:30 +0000 UTC View Post