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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/]
Pararaio · 2.4m Views

Raging Desires(Moved to a New Link)

Aine was born into simplicity and loved it. A warm family, a modest coffee shop, and a mother whose laugh made every ordinary morning feel like something worth remembering. It was not a grand life, but it was hers, and she never once thought to want more. Then her mother died, and the life she knew died quietly with her. Rebuilding meant starting over in a home that did not quite fit. A stepmother with expectations sharp enough to cut. A stepsister who made the distance between them feel deliberate. And a father who, despite everything, Aine never stopped loving, even when perhaps she should have. At Jade High, she learns to move through the world like a ghost. Unnoticed. Undemanding. Until Jokull finds her anyway, the school president, everyone's dream, and somehow, inexplicably, interested in her. For the first time since her mother's passing, something in Aine's carefully greyed world begins to stir. A fragile, terrifying thing that feels dangerously close to hope. But hope, she will learn, has a price. Her father, desperate and cornered, betrays the most powerful mafia organisation in the world. The consequences do not fall on him. They fall on Aine. Taken. Used as collateral. She endures pain, control, and betrayal. in those dark corridors that she will carry in her bones long after the bruises fade, abuses and pain that strip away whatever softness she had left and replace it with something harder, something that knows how to survive. And at the centre of it all is Ravi. The mafia's own. Dangerous and complex, with shadows in his past that run deeper than Aine initially understands. When the truth about Jokull surfaces, that he is not who he appeared to be, that his connection to the mafia world is older and darker than his charming smile ever suggested, Aine is faced with an impossible choice. She chooses Ravi. Not out of desperation. Not out of fear. She chooses him with her eyes open, and that choice changes everything. What begins as captivity slowly, painfully, honestly transforms into something neither of them planned for. Love grown in the hardest soil is still love. Ravi pursues her completely, and she lets herself be found. But Jokull refuses to disappear. He returns again and again, dragging trouble behind him like a shadow, until the violence of it costs Aine the one thing she cannot afford to lose. Her memories. Gone. All of it. The pain and the tenderness alike, swept clean. Ravi relocates with her, patient in a way no one who knows him would expect, and begins again. Slowly. Carefully. Planting seeds in ground he once nearly destroyed, watching something grow between them for the second time and understanding, now, how rare that is. But their love, rebuilt, fragile and real, is tested once more. The road to starting a family is not smooth, shadowed by fears neither of them speak aloud. Until the day Aine holds their child in her arms and the future, for the first time, feels possible. Then a ghost returns. A woman from Ravi's past. His childhood. The kind of history that does not knock before it enters. Tension bleeds into the life they have carefully built, and Aine stands at yet another crossroads. She has survived betrayal. Captivity. Loss. The erasure of her own story. She has chosen this man and this life more than once. But some battles cannot be won by simply enduring them. Will Aine fight for what she loves? Or will she finally, after everything, let love prove itself without her?
Avery_Muiris · 62.8k Views

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[Warning: Some content in the novel may be upsetting to some readers. Contents include injuries, sickness, mental health, intense medication, fight scenes, and intense gore. Lastly, this novel is a semi-reality dark fantasy trope. Read at your own risk.] Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen-year-old schoolgirl happens to find herself approached by a strange woman after a rough day—who happens to know her plans on running away. Astonished, she tried to interrogate, but ended up getting dragged into another universe and another world. There, she finds out that experiments are being ran on fourteen other candidates set aside for her. Being the last candidate, she is told that she might be the first one to face demise. But she is determined to find out what is up with this facility. Eventually, she comes across an astonishing fact—that this whole world and setting is similar to that of a book she read during her younger days. And the protagonist happened to be her own cousin, who also killed her at the near end of the novel. *** (Prologue) Listen... No one is judging no one here. And so am I. The world has been cruel these days. Being modern means being rude to people on the street who are below your rank—That is what they believe. I find this all frustrating, why move with a state of mind that could as well kill you someday. You don't know if this person is a lawyer, a far relative, a doctor, a politician. But you already get the gist, don't you? And like any other teenagers my age, I really want to run away from all this. It's not like I am an orphan or from a poor household. I am from a family which is a standard class in economical terms in this world. And yet, I want to run away. Haha! Anyways. I did succeed. I wonder at what cost? I am away from all that hostility of course... But now I am in another world. Not reincarnated. Not transmigrated to another body. I am with my own soul in my original body, but in another world. This world... is weird. Thinking back, I remember reading a strange book when I was young. This book actually speaks about this world. I am a character there. Funnier thing, I don't know what is up with it either. It appears to me that the writer decided they want to see the 'live-action' version of it. So now... I am the actor playing my own character.
WaterMask · 285.2k Views