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Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio. Want to read the next chapters before everyone else? Now you can follow advanced chapters for free on my official website! In addition to accessing new content first-hand, you'll also find my other stories and future projects. Access here: [https://parallelworldverse.com/]
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Fated Moon

Synopsis – Fated Moon In an age where power dictated destiny and kings believed the world bent to their will, one woman stood as an exception. A queen of unmatched beauty and formidable intellect, her presence alone silenced courts and stirred nations. Desired by emperors, warlords, and rulers who were never denied, she defied them all—choosing not the most powerful, but the one her heart recognized: King Toran Volkov of Highcrest. That choice became a spark in a world built on pride and hierarchy. Her rejection of men who commanded empires ignited a quiet dangerous storm—one fueled by wounded egos, envy, and a thirst for dominance. Years later, that storm broke. Betrayal rose from within, alliances formed in shadows, and a ruthless rebellion swept through Highcrest. The royal family was marked for extinction. The king and queen fell. But their legacy did not. In her final act of defiance against fate, the queen ensured her children would live. Her infant daughter, Roseline, only four months old, was sent away under the cover of chaos—left at the borders of Armathia, a kingdom once bound to them by trust. Her son, Louis, was taken far from the palace by loyal guards, armed not with comfort, but with truth: the names of traitors, the kingdoms that conspired, and the burden of reclaiming what was stolen. Fate, however, had not finished its design. In Armathia, the grieving queen—too late to save her fallen allies—stumbled upon a cruel twist of chance: in order to redeem herself of guilt and inability to save her friend, she took the child, not knowing the child is her friend's child. To her, she's just a helpless baby abandoned to die, her identity marked only by a name—Roseline on her neck. Moved by instinct and sorrow, she took the child into the palace, raising her as her own alongside her son, Prince Kingston. Years passed, and Roseline grew into a woman who mirrored the very queen the world once revered—graceful, enigmatic, and impossibly captivating. Veiled from the world, her beauty became legend rather than sight. But destiny stirred once more when Kingston, now a young man, found his heart drawn to the girl he had once called sister. Yet beyond palace walls, another story unfolded. Louis did not grow in peace—he was forged in loss, hardened by exile, and driven by a singular purpose: vengeance and restoration. Unlike his father, he would not fall to betrayal. Unlike his mother, he would not underestimate the cruelty of power. When he finally emerged, he did so not as a prince seeking a throne—but as a force that seizing it. And he did—ruthlessly. With calculated precision and overwhelming strength, Louis dismantled the very system that destroyed his family, reclaiming Highcrest in a storm of blood and reckoning. But victory brought no peace—only a deeper longing. His sister, the last piece of his family, was still lost to him. For years, he searched relentlessly across kingdoms and borders, chasing whispers, rumors, and fading traces—yet she remained beyond his reach. Until fate intervened once more. An invitation arrived. A royal union in Armathia—the marriage of Crown Prince Alexander. What should have been a distant political formality became something far more significant. There was something about it—something that stirred instinct, memory… certainty. A bride hidden behind elegance and mystery. A presence the world spoke of in hushed admiration. And Louis knew. The sister he had searched for all those years… was waiting at the end of that invitation. But the past was repeating itself. The same forces of power and entitlement that once destroyed his parents now circled once again—this time around Roseline. Powerful men, blinded by desire and control, sought to claim her, to bend her fate as they had tried before. But this time… history would not repeat itself. Standing between Roseline and the fate that destroyed their parents, Louis became her shield—unyielding, relentless, and feared.
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