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Percy Jackson and the Art of Gacha

Benjamin Crowley was once an obsessed fanfiction reader. He worked in a company he didn't particularly like and one where he would rather chew on nails and broken glass than to talk to his colleagues(considering their collective IQ would at most be room temperature). On his way to work, fantasizing about all the possible ways to pretend to be ill, he forgot to pay attention to the street. Now regularly you would guess that he died now and some weird shenanigans happen resulting in him reincarnated as one Percy-(Gods fucking dam it, pay your fucking child-support)-Jackson and you would be absolutely correct. Or you have an amateur author with basically no practice and no proofreading, write a fanfic about something that does not exist yet. Fuck proofreading, we die like Kazuma (Konosuba), with absolutely no dignity. Also, this will probably be a monsterfucker - fanfic with M/M/M pairing. There will be no ratings. R18 contend will be marked as such. Possible Trigger warnings will be placed at the beginning of the chapter. (If I remember to.)(*Sorry I usually write based on mood and vibes.) Please give me honest but polite feedback on chapters and don't be shy to tell me if something doesn't make sense. And please spare me the dismissive comments. Or the hate-ones. I really couldn't care less. Otherwise I hope you will enjoy this little fan-fiction of mine. *I might soon put up a Cover from Pinterest. If it belongs to you and you want it taken down. Just say so.
Fox_red · 1.3m Views

Vector Control in Marvel

Ethan's soul was thrust into the Marvel universe, but unlike many others in his situation, he didn’t receive any overpowered system to guide or assist him. Instead, fate had a different plan. As he reached adulthood, he awakened as a mutant—an incredibly powerful one at that. His ability? Vector control, a power that allowed him to manipulate forces and motion at will, much like Accelerator. With this, he became an Omega-level mutant, a rarity among his kind. But Ethan wasn’t content with just existing. He saw the grim fate that awaited mutants and made a vow—to change everything, to turn the tide, and to lead his kind to glory. Professor X:. "Ethan, I am old. My time is running out. From now on, the responsibility of safeguarding world peace and ensuring the future of mutantkind falls upon you." Magneto: "Charles, always the diplomat. But tell me, why do you assume you have the first claim? If anyone is to guide Ethan, it should be me. He should inherit my vision, not your dream of coexistence." (P.S: Based primarily on the X-Men and Avengers movies, with minor elements inspired by the comics. T/N: P.S.S: AU Marvel! Especially on the mystical side. I don't know what the author was on when he wrote it, whatever it is, I don't want it!) _____________________ If you want to support me and read advanced chapters, you can join me on: patreon.com/Rai_jin Your support will be greatly appreciated! _____________________ THIS IS A TRANSLATION! Raw: 某美漫的一方通行 Author: 月空楼阁 _____________________ Daily Updates!!! Bonus chapters each +100 in our PS Goals. The cover isn't mine! If the creator wants me to remove it, then I'll do so.
Rai_Jin · 2.5m Views

Marvel: God of Spotlight, The Homelander

"I am not Superman. I am Homelander." The whisper was an internal prayer, a caustic reassurance. Outside the glass tower, the world saw only the Homelander, the Icon, the Man Who Flew the Bomb. They saw the perfect, smiling face of the hero who, in the chaos of the Battle of New York, carried a nuclear warhead through the wormhole and saved a city. The cheers from the streets below—the deafening, worldwide adoration—were the fuel for his ascension. He was crowned their king, a savior in star-spangled spandex. In this new reality, fame wasn't just influence; it was power. He had a system now: the Superstar System. The higher the popularity, the stronger the abilities. It was a viciously simple contract, one he embraced completely. "Matt," he purred into the spotlight, curing the blind lawyer's eyes on live television. "Your city needs an icon, not a devil. Let the light in." He assembled his own team—a perfectly marketed, perfectly managed Super Seven—with Spider-Man now running PR and Daredevil as his reformed protégé. Every action was a performance; every enemy, a prop. When the news of a purple alien named Thanos reached his gilded penthouse, Azu smiled, a blinding, dangerous flash for the cameras. "Thanos," he murmured, the adoration of billions surging through his veins, making his skin feel like charged steel. His eyes flared with a dazzling red light that promised annihilation. "I heard you're going to wipe out half of my fans?" He was trapped in the Marvel universe, now its most powerful celebrity. And the show had only just begun.
HeroicVerse · 1.5m Views