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Young Stark

Nathaniel “Nate” Stark is the forgotten Stark—born three years before the tragic death of Howard and Maria Stark, thrust into a world that reveres his older brother Tony but another genius growing . From a young age, Nate’s mind races ahead at an impossible pace, equally fascinated by their father’s groundbreaking work and driven by a fierce, rebellious spirit inherited from the Stark line. Unlike Tony’s flamboyant genius, Nate’s talents manifest both as an extraordinary intellect—graduating from MIT by fifteen with a degree in mechanical engineering—and a relentless martial artist specializing in Israeli Krav Maga and Russian Systema. Nate’s fighting style mirrors his personality: precise, adaptive, fiercely independent, with an edge of wild determination and strategic innovation. The story follows Nate as he struggles to carve his own identity against the vast Stark legacy and his older brother’s shadow. While Tony dazzles the world as Iron Man and a larger-than-life figure in both business and heroism, Nate disciplines himself in quiet garages and harsh dojos, occasionally clashing and often bonding with Tony in a complex relationship defined by stubborn love, sarcasm, and mutual respect. Their journey is one of fierce brotherhood and personal discovery, as Nate’s technological genius blooms through innovations inspired by their father’s old research, and his martial prowess . Though Nate rebels against tradition and the world’s expectations, his unwavering devotion to family and legacy compels him to build on the foundation set before him—not to mimic, but to redefine it. It is a tale of ambition, brotherhood, rebellion, and the relentless pursuit of one’s own path amidst giants—a fresh chapter in the Marvel saga where the future belongs to those who dare to fight their own battles.
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I am a Videogame Character

Ervin slumped at his desk, the glow of his monitor the only light in the room. "My life is utterly pathetic," he muttered to his computer, his character idling in his favorite MMO. "Not like you. You're living in a paradise, aren't you? No job, no rent, no people to disappoint." A bitter laugh escaped him, and without realizing it, his eyes began to well up. He had hit rock bottom. Fired from his job just when he needed money the most, evicted by his parents, and now facing an empty stomach. All he had left was his aging computer and the decade-old digital character that felt more real than his own life. "Damn it..." He pushed away from the keyboard and collapsed onto the desk, his face buried in his arms. "I just wanted one chance... one real, honest-to-god opportunity. If I had that... I-I know I could be exceptional." But Ervin didn't notice his computer screen beginning to glow with an unearthly light. Nor did he immediately register the soft, melodic voice that seemed to emanate from it. "Please don't cry, Ervin... You have given me so much. I believe it is finally my turn to repay you." The next morning, Ervin jolted awake in his bed, covered in a cold sweat. Something was immediately and profoundly wrong. He could see his own hands in front of his face, but he also saw... himself. A second field of vision hovered above him, a detached, third-person perspective like he was a character in a video game. ======================================== Disclaimer: this novel may go a bit crazy, but i hope ya'll like crazy haha! Inspired by Lookism and.... a bunch other Korean works really. ENJOY!!
MustKnowThySelf · 738 Views