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Null Distance

A new cape shows up in Brockton Bay. His power set looks suspiciously like Satoru Gojo’s. Six Eyes. Infinity. Control over space. This is going to cause problems. ---------------------------------------------------- This story takes place in the setting of Worm, a dark superhero web serial by Wildbow. If you haven’t read it before, that’s completely fine—you don’t need to know the story going in. In this world, some people develop powers after extremely stressful or traumatic moments. These people are called parahumans, and their abilities can range from subtle tricks to things that can level buildings or warp reality. Because of that, society has had to adapt around them. There are government hero teams, villain groups, independent capes, and a lot of gray areas in between. The story mostly takes place in Brockton Bay, a struggling coastal city where superpowered conflict is basically part of everyday life. Powers exist everywhere, and people are used to thinking about them in terms of limits, counters, and strategies. This fic drops someone with the full power set associated with Satoru Gojo into that world—Six Eyes, Infinity, and control over space. The idea isn’t just “strong character beats everyone.” The fun part is seeing how abilities like that interact with a setting where powers usually follow certain patterns and expectations. If you’re familiar with Worm, you’ll probably recognize a lot of the world and characters. If you’re not, the story will explain what matters as it goes. Either way, welcome to Brockton Bay.
Shivam_031 · 9k Views

Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

"CRASH!" the last sound he heard; the last image being the smile of his friends. Jotou Howllett, a twenty-one year old nobody who finds little to no purpose in his life, wants to be a freelancer to make it big whilst trying to avoid education. He spends his last day of freedom with his friends before he's forced by his parents to attend college. That last day became his true last day as a white light flashed and he opened his eyes in a coffin, suffocating. He, now she, found herself to be in the body of a woman who had recently passed away. Jotou comes to realize that she's no longer in her world and now is in some sort of fantasy world. The rampant problems in this world soon find themselves surrounding Jotou, from the magics to the monsters to the wars between kingdoms and cities. Jotou sets out to uncover how she got here, why is she here, is she stuck here? Alongside the companions she finds in her way. _ Join the Discord Community for extra info about spells, magic, the world, announcements and more! : https://discord.gg/NPxPJZKamz _ Here's the map of the world!: https://imgur.com/a/krMRCCX Follow along on her journey through this new world, an isekai anime style story written the way I would love to read myself. It's set in an industrial revolution-esque era with magics and inconsistent technologies as a result. From slice of life moments to dark moments; comedy, fantasy, darkness, romance, mystery and reincarnation all rolled up into one adventure and I do hope anyone reading this has fun and enjoys the journey that's crafted! I intend to go by arcs and chapters much like a light novel. If you would like to give me any feedback about my writing or just want to appreciate my work, you can always leave a comment, a review or a power stone or leave feedback in the Discord! Any support is appreciated. My Links: Email: [email protected] Reddit: u/Eletro_101 Twitter: @eletro101 Discord Community for this Book: https://discord.gg/NPxPJZKamz
Eletro101 · 1.3m Views

I Was Born a Clan's Bloodslave — Now I Cultivate the Heavens

In the Nine Abysses of Jiuyuan, cultivation is everything. Clans rise and fall by the strength of their bloodlines, and those born without talent are condemned to serve those who have it. Lü Wanyin was declared useless at birth. The clan's alchemist diagnosed her with Broken Meridians — the worst possible constitution, fit only to be a living resource for others. For years, she played the part : weak, slow, unremarkable. She fell down stairs at the right moment. She spoke with the vocabulary of a child. She let the clan's strongest cultivator believe he had nothing to fear from her. She was three months old when she carved her first Blood-Script Rune in secret. She was 312 years old in memory — a former Martial God, founder of an art so powerful the Council of Five Pavilions had ordered her assassination. Her own disciples had carried out the sentence. She had died on a transparent arena floor, watching the sky, thinking : I wonder what comes next. Now she knows. What comes next is patience. What comes next is a body that grows stronger every year, a cultivation system no one else can read, and a list of names she has carried across lives. What comes next is a cold, methodical ascent through nine levels of a world that has no idea what it allowed to be born again. No chosen one. No destiny handed down from heaven. Just a woman who remembers everything, calculates everything, and refuses — with absolute calm — to lose twice.
Samohtlord · 4.8k Views