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The Mortal Multiverse : Liam Raven Harper
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3rd Person POV
It was the final morning of Bruce's middle school holiday. The air outside was crisp, the kind of coolness that came before the rising sun warmed the day. In the backyard training ground, silence reigned except for the steady rhythm of Bruce's breathing.
He sat cross-legged in the lotus position, his back straight, shoulders relaxed, hands resting gently on his knees. His chest rose and fell in harmony, each inhale and exhale like the measured beat of a drum.
A few steps away, Uncle and Jackie sat at a small wooden table by the side of the training ground. The teapot between them released thin wisps of steam, filling the air with a soothing fragrance. Two porcelain cups rested in their hands, but neither of them was truly focused on the tea. Their eyes were locked on Bruce.
Jackie leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Uncle… Bruce is something else, isn't he?"
Uncle's gaze didn't waver from Bruce's still form. He exhaled heavily through his nose before replying in a quiet, grave tone. "Indeed. He has finished creating his Lotus seed in this short holiday. Hmph. It took even the most diligent monks years of meditation and refinement to accomplish what he has done. And yet…" Uncle's brows furrowed, his voice carrying both awe and unease. "…he finishes it so quickly. It makes me question everything I thought I knew."
Jackie tilted his head, absorbing his words. He couldn't deny it—what Bruce had done was extraordinary. The boy sitting there wasn't simply talented; he was walking proof of something that broke all common sense. Jackie gave a small nod, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah… he really did it."
Meanwhile, Bruce's consciousness had already drifted far away from the voices outside. He was deep within himself, his awareness pulled inward to a quiet, flowing world where his chi resided.
What once had been a restless, unpredictable current now ran steady, smooth, and calm. His chi flowed like a river under moonlight—clear, stable, unbroken. No longer uncertain and unlike before, that river now had both a beginning and an end.
At the very center of his body, glowing faintly with a pure radiance, was the source.
A seed.
It was no ordinary seed, but a glossy white one, luminous as if carved from polished pearl. It turned slowly in his inner world, rotating gently with the flow of his golden chi.
Every cycle of his breathing seemed to give it life, every calm thought seemed to polish its surface further. It was delicate yet enduring, a foundation and a promise of growth.
Bruce could feel it—his Lotus seed.
Pride welled up in him. He had done it. In the span of this holiday, he had achieved something that most practitioners struggled toward for years including Uncle and Jackie.
Yet, despite the pride swelling in his chest, a shadow of unease lingered.
Because not everything felt right.
Away from the glowing white seed, his focus moved through his chi pathway until it stopped—near his heart.
And there… it was waiting.
The pearl.
It floated in the dimness of his inner world like a forgotten relic. Once before, he had glimpsed it—opaque, solid, strange. Now it looked far different.
The pearl was nearly transparent, its glow faint and fragile, and across its smooth surface ran a long, thin crack.
Bruce just stared at it for a minute
The ominous looking black mist swirled slowly, like smoke curling off dying embers. It moved lazily within the pearl, but its presence pressed heavily on his senses, oppressive, almost alive.
It wasn't like this before…
He leaned closer in his awareness, unable to look away. That black mist drew him in like a whirlpool, mesmerizing in its darkness and whispering without words.
He knew the exactly moment when the pearl weakened, the crack appeared. It happened on the exact moment when he successfully created his Lotus seed—few days ago.
That day, the crack could be heard by his consciousness when it was observing the creation of his Lotus seed.
Was this pearl connected to his chi? Or something else entirely? Why did its condition worsen with his progress? He reached out with his thoughts, as if willing the crack to mend, but nothing happened.
His chest tightened. 'What am I supposed to do with this?'
The Lotus seed was calm, pure, and white. The pearl was fragile, fractured, and ominous lurking inside. He couldn't reconcile the two, couldn't understand how they fit together.
Finally, with little effort, Bruce pulled his consciousness back.
The inner world faded like mist in the wind, and when he opened his eyes, the golden light of morning returned.
He inhaled slowly, steadying himself. His gaze shifted.
There, just a short distance away, Uncle and Jackie sat at the wooden table. Uncle lifted his cup in his usual slow manner, sipping tea, though his sharp eyes flicked briefly toward Bruce. Jackie leaned back slightly, arms crossed, a small smile on his face showed both pride and amazement at Bruce's rapid progress.
Neither of them could see what he had just witnessed inside—the pearl, the crack and the black mist.
Bruce's hand tightened on his knee. A faint chill lingered in his chest, but he kept his expression calm. Whatever that pearl was… for now, he has to find out more.
[Breakfast]
The smell of freshly brewed tea drifted across the table, mixing with the light aroma of toasted bread. Morning sunlight slipped through the shop's back windows, painting long streaks of gold across the wooden counter. I sat with Jackie and Uncle, my chopsticks tapping idly against the edge of the bowl before me.
It felt strange—this was the last breakfast of the holiday, the so-called "training camp" that had pushed me harder than I ever thought possible. My muscles ached in that comfortable way that told me they'd grown stronger. My chi flowed calmly, steady and bright around the newly formed Lotus seed inside me. Everything had changed.
Uncle set his teacup down with that soft clink he always made before speaking. His sharp gaze swept over me, weighing me as if he could see my progress written on my skin.
"Bruce," Uncle began, his tone calm but carrying weight, "your progress is satisfactory. You have created your Lotus Seed, and more importantly, you stabilized it. This is good. From today onward, you are free to go outside."
A quiet breath escaped me. Relief, pride, maybe both. Uncle's approval didn't come easy, and hearing him say it meant more than I'd admit out loud.
Before I could respond, Jackie leaned forward with that easy grin of his. "You did well, Bruce. Not just the Lotus Seed—your Wing Chun has come a long way. You're no longer throwing clumsy punches. You've mastered the combat style completely, and your combat instincts are solid. With continuous practice and experience you will become a master in Wing Chun."
My lips curved into a smirk. "Not bad for a so-called holiday, huh? Most kids go swimming or play video games. I ended up sweating buckets and getting tossed around by you two. Quite the vacation package."
Jackie chuckled, shaking his head, while Uncle just raised an eyebrow at my comment as if humor was a waste of breath.
I leaned back slightly, still grinning. "Still… I can't deny it. It's been a progressive training camp. I've grown more in these weeks than I thought I could in years."
Jackie folded his arms, his expression softening a little. "And it's just in time, too. High school starts tomorrow. You must be missing your friends. Uncle wouldn't let you set a foot outside this house the entire holiday."
I nearly choked on my tea at that, laughing under my breath. "Missing them? More like they're going to chew me out for going completely radio silent. I'll need excuses—good ones. Got any spare alibis lying around?"
Jackie gave me a sideways look, his grin widening. "I think 'training under martial arts house arrest' might be hard to explain."
Uncle made a dismissive hmph sound, pouring himself another cup of tea. "School is not a place for excuses, Bruce. It is for study. Friends can wait. Education cannot."
I hid my smile behind the rim of my cup. Same Uncle as always—strict, precise, unwavering. Still, beneath his tone I could tell… he was proud.
And honestly? Sitting there, with tea steaming in front of me, Jackie teasing as always, and Uncle watching like a hawk—I felt proud too.
Jackie leaned back in his chair, arms folded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face with eyes narrowed slyly "Is there a special someone waiting for you?"
I froze mid-bite. "What? No!" I blurted out, nearly dropping my chopsticks. "I don't have anyone like that. Seriously. You're imagining things."
Jackie smirked. "Oh, come on. Some girl has to be wondering where you disappeared to all summer. Don't tell me the great Bruce Chan has zero admirers."
Rolling my eyes, I stabbed another bite of food a little too forcefully. "I don't. Really. And even if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it."
Jackie chuckled, clearly entertained by my reaction. "So humble. Just don't go around breaking hearts, little cousin."
That's when the perfect comeback struck me. I leaned back with a smirk of my own. "Speaking of breaking hearts… shouldn't you be the one answering that question, Jackie? You're the one at marriage age, after all. Still single. Doesn't Uncle remind you about it?"
Jackie's grin vanished like a popped balloon. His mouth opened, then closed again. "I—uh—"
Uncle, who had been silently sipping tea, suddenly set his cup down with a sharp clink. "Exactly!" he barked, glaring at Jackie. "Bruce is still a child—romance is distraction! But you, Jackie, you are already at marriage age. You should be settling down! Instead, you waste your time chasing artifacts, fighting Dark Chi Wizards, and coming home with broken bones!"
I nearly choked holding back a laugh, watching Jackie squirm.
Uncle jabbed a finger at him. "When will you bring home a proper wife, Jackie?"
Jackie scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously. "Eh—Uncle, not this again…"
"Don't 'not this again' me!" Uncle snapped. "At this rate, Bruce will marry before you do!"
I leaned in, grinning ear to ear. "Yeah, Jackie. Maybe I'll find someone before you, and you'll have to call me the responsible one."
Jackie groaned, threw his hands up in surrender, and stood. "Alright, alright—I'll wash the dishes!" He grabbed the plates and retreated to the sink like a soldier fleeing the battlefield.
Uncle huffed, folding his arms. "Hmph. At least he knows when to run."
I couldn't help it—I sat back, smug and satisfied, a little glow of pride warming my chest. For once, I'd managed to turn the tables and make Jackie retreat.
"Score one for me," I muttered under my breath, hiding my grin behind a sip of tea.
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The Mortal Multiverse : Liam Raven Harper
Synopsis:
In a world where legends and icons coexist, the extraordinary is stripped of superpowers and grounded in human ambition.
Here, Captain America stands as the first and only enhanced soldier, now a seventy-five-year-old and run's of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Tony Stark is a genius heir working under his father and runs the R&D department of Stark Industries.
Bruce Wayne has vanished from public life for three years.
Figures like Joker, Deadshot, Norman Osborn, and Dr. Octavius manipulate the shadows of crime and power.
On the lighter side, sitcom icons such as Charlie Harper, Sheldon Cooper, Barney Stinson, and Harvey Specter play their roles in this strange but vivid reality.
Into this intricate world awakens Liam Harper, the younger brother of Charlie and Alan Harper, son of the sharp-witted Evelyn Harper. Unlike the others, Liam carries a secret—he has been transmigrated from another Earth, equipped with a mysterious AI assistant and a unique system granting access to powerful potions.
But Liam's existence is no accident. The God of Entertainment, a capricious deity who thrives on drama, conflict, and spectacle, has placed him here for one purpose: to entertain.
Every relationship Liam forges, every enemy he faces, and every decision he makes is part of a grand performance meant to captivate the god's gaze.
Balancing his career in law with the dangers of enhancement, Liam must navigate a high-stakes landscape of cutthroat corporations, political intrigue, and ruthless villains.
From courtroom battles to boardroom wars, from sitcom hilarity to criminal underworlds, Liam's journey will demand every ounce of wit, courage, and strategy he possesses.
In this world, survival isn't about capes or powers—it's about money, influence, and the razor's edge of human enhancement. And as the God of Entertainment watches, the question remains: will Liam rise as a player in this multiverse of legends, or become just another forgotten act in the show?
Mortal Multiverse
Suits (Primary)
Two and A Half Men
The Big Bang Theory
How I Met Your Mother
Characters from Marvel
Characters from DC
Abilities from Naruto
Characters from other Universes