The title of the new fanfic novel which will be if everyone liked it.
I will delete this chapter of a draft in 2 days
Comment and tell me is the primis of the story good I will start this in next year I just want to know is this good
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Marvel omniverse nexus new chapter will update on September 8
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∆GENERAL POV∆
At the foot of the vast red mountain, the air trembled with a strange symphony—screams of agony twisted together with shrill laughter. From within the grand city, where the rulers of this world resided, echoes of cruelty and indulgence poured out like a never-ending tide, a chilling reminder of the darkness festering at its core.
High above, four figures hovered in the sky, gazing silently down at the unsettling scene. One was a man—tall, calm, his presence steady as stone. The other three were children: two boys and a girl, their youthful faces pale beneath the reflection of grim from below.
The older man's expression remained unreadable, his eyes fixed upon the city without the slightest ripple of emotion. But the children… they could not hide their feelings so easily. The girl, around nine years old, squeezed her little brother's hand tightly, her brows furrowed as anger shimmered beneath her cute face.
Her voice finally broke the silence.
"Father, let's go. I don't want to see anymore. And… and my younger brother is too small to be watching this!" Her words trembled, but the indignation in her tone was clear.
The man's gaze didn't waver. His voice was steady, carrying the weight of something beyond the children's understanding.
"Hmm… well, he still needs to decide… his path."
The girl bit her lip, her anger simmering in her eyes, but before she could argue further, the four of them vanished into the air—gone as if they had never been there at all.
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A plaza stretched wide, stone-paved and crowded with bodies pressing close together. The heavy toll of a bell rang out, slow and deliberate, signaling the beginning of a moment that would be remembered for ages.
At the heart of the square, a man was dragged forward in chains by two trembling guards. His steps were firm, yet unhurried, as though he was walking not toward death but toward destiny.
His crimson coat swayed with each movement, and though bound, his presence dominated the plaza. The crowd parted instinctively as guard secure the path, their jeers momentarily hushed by the sheer gravity of the man before them.
From within that ocean of people, a young boy pushed his way to the front. His silver hair gleamed under the sunlight, his lively eyes filled with excitement—until they landed upon the chained man. In that instant, his breath caught. The boy's body stiffened, his heart pounding.
It wasn't height that made the man so imposing. It was his aura—vast, unshakable, like a storm contained within human form.
The man glanced briefly at the boy, A smile spread across his lips, wide and fearless, flashing his teeth in defiance of death itself. The boy's awe deepened, his small frame trembling under a wave of emotions he couldn't fully name.
Rows of citizens filled every street and balcony overlooking the square, their eyes locked upon the platform. As the man in red coat climbed the wooden steps, the crowd surged with anticipation. The two executioners, sweat dripping down their foreheads, exchanged nervous glances as they led him to his place.
One of them, voice tight with duty, asked,
"Have you any last words?"
The man chuckled softly, lifting his bound wrists. The wooden cuffs scraped against his skin, leaving raw marks.
"Can you take these off? They're chafing me."
The executioner stiffened. "I cannot do that." His tone was rigid, but his shoulders betrayed a tremor.
"Why would I run?" The man's grin widened, carefree even in this moment. "Anyway…" He strode forward on his own, sitting cross-legged at the center of the platform, utterly unbothered by the countless eyes upon him.
His gaze lifted to the sky, as though searching for someone only he could see. His lips curled slightly, a secret smile playing across his face. The executioners followed his eyes but saw nothing.
"Well then," he murmured, bowing his head once more, "go ahead. Finish it."
The executioners raised their long spears, crossing them into an "X" above his neck. The metallic clang echoed through the plaza like a death knell.
The people leaned forward, hearts racing, as though holding their collective breath. Awe mixed with excitement, trembling at the edge of something unimaginable.
Then—
A voice boomed from within the crowd, sharp and electrifying.
"HEYYYYY! PIRATE KING!!!"
The air froze. The pirate king lifted his head, his eyes flicking toward the voice.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR TREASURE?"
The crowd gasped, whispers rippling like wildfire. The executioners scowled, scanning the sea of faces, but no source could be found.
"IS IT SOMEWHERE ON THE GRAND LINE?!" the voice shouted again, filled with desperation and yearning.
"YOU HAVE IT, DON'T YOU?! THE GREATEST TREASURE IN THE WORLD!"
"Silence!" one of the executioners barked, his voice cracking under the weight of the moment. He turned frantically, but the speaker was hidden, lost among the throng.
Then, the voice thundered once more.
"YOUR ONE SPECIAL TREASURE… ONE PIECE!!!"
The square fell utterly still. Even the wind seemed to pause. A silence so heavy pressed upon the world that the faint rustle of banners and the beating of hearts could be heard.
Then, from the platform, came a sound that shattered the stillness.
"Heh… heheh… HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The pirate king threw back his head and laughed, a booming, joyous laugh that rolled across the plaza like thunder.
"My treasure, huh?" he said, his grin wild, his voice carrying to every corner of the square.
"Don't speak!" The executioners leveled their weapons closer, desperation in their movements.
But the Pirate king only smirked.
"If you want it… I'll let you have it. Go and look for it! I left it all… at that place."
"EXECUTE!!!"
The blades fell.
And the world was never the same again.
"WHOAAAAA" all the people below cheers in excitement as if the new era begin.
The executioners stood frozen in astonishment, staring down at the man who died with a smile still carved upon his face. Even in death, the Pirate King's expression carried no fear.
Among the crowd, the silver-haired boy's eyes widened. He couldn't look away from that smile, a strange awe stirring in his chest. Even as he died… he smiled.
A boy with fiery red hair, his straw hat trembling as tears streamed down his face, stood among the crowd.
A man draped in a green cloak with a bold red tattoo slashed across half his face stared solemnly, his jaw tight with unspoken words.
A swordsman with a long black blade rested his hand on the hilt, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes heavy with respect.
Nearby, a man wearing red goggles curved his lips into a bittersweet smile, hiding the storm in his heart.
And a woman stood at a roof with a cigar clenched between her teeth, silently watching.
Far above, the same four figures lingered in the sky. For the first time, the calm man's expression wavered. His eyes grew heavy with emotion, and he quickly wiped away the faint tears threatening to fall.
"Papa, who was he? Why are you sad?" asked the youngest child, only eight years old. His small voice trembled, seeing his father cry.
The man rested a gentle hand on his son's head. "An old friend," he said softly.
Roger… you lived an amazing life. Goodbye, my friend, he thought, his gaze lowering. Then he turned to his three children.
"So… have you all decided your dreams?"
"Yes," the three answered together, their voices firm.
The man's lips curved into a smile. With that, the four of them disappeared, vanishing into the air as if they were never there.
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In a vast forest, three boys chased a wild boar for their dinner. The beast, massive and furious, finally turned on them, its tusks gleaming as it charged.
"He's coming right at us!" shouted a freckled boy with black hair, gripping a pipe tightly.
"Hehe, then I'll take it down! Gomu Gomu no… pistol!" cried the boy in the blue shirt, his fist snapping forward.
But instead of hitting the boar, his punch slammed into his friend's face.
Bang!
"Gahhh!" The black-haired boy went tumbling with a fresh red lump swelling on his forehead. Grimacing, he whipped his head back, baring sharp white teeth. "Oye, Luffy! I told you not to use your Devil Fruit powers in the forest—!"
Before he could finish, the enormous boar loomed behind him, hot breath steaming across his neck. His body stiffened.
"Ace, run!" yelled the blond boy in the black hat, sprinting to draw the beast away. "Damn it—I won't reach him in time!"
Just then, a streak of blue light cut through the trees. An arrow-shaped energy bolt pierced the boar's skull, dropping it instantly.
"Huh?!" the three boys gasped.
From the grassline ahead, a tall man stepped forward with three children following behind him. The boys tensed, but seeing the children eased their guard slightly.
"Oh? Quite some training," the man said with an easy smile, glancing at the fallen boar. "Is this your dinner?"
"Yes, old man!" Luffy blurted without hesitation.
The three children behind the man exchanged puzzled looks. Old man? To them, their father looked far too young for such a title.
The man chuckled warmly. "Old man, huh? Monkey D. Luffy… you've given me quite the name." His eyes lingered on the straw hat perched on Luffy's head. "That hat suits you well."
The three brothers stiffened at the mention of Luffy's full name. They lived far from the kingdom's city, only visiting when stealing from pirates. This stranger… how did he know?
"Who are you? Do you want something from Luffy?" Ace demanded, pipe raised.
The man smiled calmly. "Nothing of the sort. I only want you to become friends with my children here. I'll be leaving this island… so they'll live with you, Ace, Luffy."
"Eh?!" Sabo tilted his head. "Live with us?"
"Not the bandit house," the man said with a small laugh. "I've already built a home nearby. They'll be your neighbors." He patted his three children gently, signaling them to greet the boys.
Ace grumbled, not fond of strangers, but he remembered how this man had saved him and said nothing more. Luffy, of course, raised his hand and greeted them with a carefree "Yo!"
That night, the man cooked the boar for all of them. The scent of stew and roasted meat filled the forest clearing, drawing hungry smiles.
"Ohh, Father's cooking really is the best! Mother can't compare," the orange-haired boy said proudly as he dug in.
The man chuckled. "Careful. Say that in front of your mother and she'll give you a beating." He slapped away a stretching hand that was sneaking toward his bowl.
"Itteee!" Luffy yelped, cradling his hand. "How'd you hurt me? I'm rubber!"
Still, when the man placed extra meat in his bowl, Luffy instantly brightened, scarfing it down with a grin, inhaling food like air.
"You are good person,old man"Luffy said as he gobble up the meat.
Seeing this the man eyes twitched 'you really are the grandson of garp I don't how is dragon is your father' the man thought.
As they eaten all the boar meat they went towards mtcolubo as they approached the house in the middle of the path they also saw the house slightly left a 2 story wooden house
As they finished eating the last of the boar meat, the group made their way toward Mt. Colubo. The forest grew darker as night crept in, fireflies blinking faintly among the trees. In the middle of the path, they spotted a house—slightly to the left, a modest two-story wooden home, its lantern faintly glowing against the wilderness.
After settling down and exchanging their goodbyes for the night, Luffy and Ace trudged off toward the bandits' hideout, while Sabo departed for his own home. The man and his three children quietly stepped inside the wooden house.
They sat together on a worn sofa, the air carrying a heavy silence until the father finally spoke. His voice was low, almost solemn.
"So… have you all decided to live here? I won't be coming back again. This… this will be your dream and your life."
The three children looked at one another, searching each other's eyes, before turning back to their father. With quiet determination, they nodded in unison.
"Good," the man said with a faint smile. "Remember what I told you—don't reveal my identity lightly. Only trust people who prove themselves to you. Those three kids you met earlier—Luffy, Ace, and Sabo—perhaps one day, they'll become your close friends, or even your 'sake brothers.'"
The children exchanged small smiles at that, though the girl sitting in the middle leaned forward, her tone tinged with curiosity.
"But Father, before you leave… don't you want to know our dreams? You let us observe this world,Each of our mothers world… don't you want to hear them?"
The man's gaze softened. "I already know. You will achieve your dreams—I believe it wholeheartedly."
He raised his hand. Out of thin air, three fruits materialized, glowing faintly as they hovered in his palm.
"For one last gift, I'll give you these fruits. I made them personally from Sakti. I've already sealed your divine powers—you won't be able to use the ones you awakened from me. What remains is your natural physique, your talents, and the intelligence you inherited. You've been raised by Cara's care, spoiled by your older brothers and sisters—especially Franklin," he said, his tone briefly souring at the name, his brow furrowing.
The three children broke into laughter at his expression, though their eyes kept drifting back to the mysterious fruits.
"Can I eat all of them?" the youngest asked bluntly, scratching his nose and flicking away a booger with complete nonchalance.
Bonk!
A fist immediately came down on his head. The man sighed, palm pressed against his own face in exasperation.
"Ah—ittei!" the boy yelped, rubbing his head while his siblings glared at their father in protest, silently warning him not to hurt the youngest.
The man groaned. "I really don't know how you ended up such an idiot when she and I are your parents…"
His expression softened again, and he continued. "You've already glimpsed fragments of the old era—the age of Rocks, the age of the Pirate King. But those were just glimpses. We've only traveled the world for six months… and in different time periods." His tone grew serious, his eyes steady on them. "The new generation will rise soon. You will find your place in it. You'll pursue your dreams… and you'll have to become strong enough to live freely in this world."
He set the three fruits down on the table, their cosmic glow reflecting in the children's wide eyes.
"These fruits I created, based on gods themselves. They are as strong as the greatest devil fruits in existence. But I left the sea's weakness intact—it would be too broken otherwise."
The children looked at him skeptically, their shared thought echoing silently: Powerful, my foot. You could erase a multiverse with just a wave of your hand.
"Choose," their father said. "The fruit chooses its host."
The oldest stepped forward first. His name was Akihiro Jones. He sank his teeth into the fruit, bracing himself for the disgusting flavor he'd been told about in countless stories. Yet his eyes widened—sweetness. He devoured it completely, surprising himself with how easy it went down.
Their father's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He tapped the table approvingly. "As I said, I didn't remove the weakness against the sea. But I did change the taste so you wouldn't resent me for forcing you to eat it. The name of your fruit… Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan Model: Amaterasu the god of sun."
Akihiro froze in awe. Mythical fruits were the rarest of all, granting not just physical power but dominion over elements themselves.
The middle child, Serene, clenched her fruit tighter. Inspired by her brother's determination, she bit into hers without hesitation. The youngest, Rei, followed with his usual boldness. The bitter glow spread through their veins, strengthening their bodies instantly.
The father's eyes glimmered. "Serene—your fruit is the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan Model: Tsukuyomi, the Goddess of the Moon." He turned then to Rei, his tone serious, his gaze heavy with expectation. "Rei—yours is the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan Model: Susanoo, the God of sea and storm."
The weight in his words made even the boy fall silent. Rei had unmatched potential: combat instinct, talent, and the ability to sense malice. But he was also reckless, too trusting—an idiot who could both shine and stumble.
The man exhaled deeply. "This is final. You'll live here for at least ten to twelve years. If I return, it won't be me—but my younger self."
The children nodded solemnly. They knew. Their father had walked countless worlds, saved universes, and married many women. Each of them had a different mother, yet here they were, bound as siblings.
"Rei," the man added, his voice gentler now, "your mother was the first to meet me. She traveled with me through many worlds. You were born in a place where people wield life force itself, and you inherited my swordsmanship talent. You and Issei(Another children of his)… both prodigies of the blade. For all three of you, I've left something behind. In the basement, you'll find a system simulation and the Sigil of Gravity for training."
"Yes, Father!" they answered together.
He smiled faintly, pride and sorrow mingling in his eyes. "I've also left books—combat techniques, training guides, all integrated into the simulation. Don't forget… live freely, and become strong."
And with that, he vanished, his shadow lingering for a heartbeat longer before fading completely. Unseen, he tempered the shadows of his three children, preparing them for the future without their knowledge.
The room fell silent. Only the faint rustle of the night breeze outside remained.
I the night sky the man watched the house for a moment and said as if saying to someone who was nowhere to be found
"What nowhere to be found fucker you are now writing a novel about my children mephis"
[Well what can I say]
The man grumble-
"Stop the narration I might really delete this fanfic"
[Ok so can we talk about this Alex i really was thinking to write this]
"Well anyway just don't do anything stupid" Alex said with a sigh or I will write it myself.
[Ok bro]
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Author note - SO HOW IS IT?
it's just a plan will I do it or not coz my previous novel is not that famous but anyways
The power the man talk about is NEN as the protagonist mother travel with his father to hunterxhunter world with that the constitution is changed when he was born there.
Also the have also drank potion of fountain of youth which was drunk by Ban as their father researched his blood to replicate it for his wives and children.
The father is Alex Jones so you know and this is in future so Alex has already finished his adventures.