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Reborn With The All Seeing Eye

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{Information revealed!} {These are the benefits!!} {Do you wish to steal its skills and powers?} "What the hell is this?!" Aaron, barely a year old but possessing the intellect and cunning of a seasoned adult, stared in wide-eyed astonishment at the world around him. Before his very eyes, information panels, glowing with an ethereal light, materialized, detailing every aspect of whatever he gazed upon. From the intricate root systems of the ancient trees in the Forest of Flesh Eaters to the composition of the mud hut that served as his current home, nothing was beyond the scrutiny of his newly discovered ability. Even the roughspun blanket clutched in his tiny hands revealed its origins, its thread count, and the type of fibers used in its creation. {Do you wish to steal the artifact's Ability?} The question, presented in stark, bold text within one of the information panels, made Aaron smile. It was a knowing, almost predatory smile, utterly incongruous on the face of a baby. "I don't know what this is," he murmured, his voice a soft gurgle that belied the complex thoughts swirling in his mind. "But that doesn't mean I can't utilize it… With these eyes… I'll be the youngest Emperor in all Three Continents!!" Aaron was not a typical infant. He was a man of thirty, reborn. Not for the first time, either. This was his fifth reincarnation, and in each of his previous lives, he had clawed his way to the pinnacle of power. He had been a General, leading armies to glorious victories and carving out a vast empire. He had been a President, shaping the destiny of nations with shrewd political maneuvering and unwavering resolve. He had been the Young Master of a powerful, influential family, a name whispered with a mixture of awe and fear, a force to be reckoned with in the cutthroat world of noble politics. He had even been a Renowned Scientist, his brilliance pushing the boundaries of human knowledge, culminating in the creation of the first youth-preserving drug, a discovery that had both revolutionized medicine and made him a legend. Now, Aaron found himself reborn as the Cursed Child, the harbinger of death and destruction, the subject of fearful prophecies that had driven his own mother into hiding. "Can you believe that?!" he gurgled, the irony of his situation not lost on him. He, who had striven for power in every lifetime, was now branded as a destroyer before he could even crawl. Will Aaron leverage his vast experience and hard-won skills to defy the prophecy and forge his own destiny, or will he succumb to the ominous predictions and become the Cursed Child the world so desperately feared? Let's find out. If you are after Game Novel, OP MC, and action. Check my other book: "Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System." ______________ My New Book! "Return Of The Supreme Beast Tamer."
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

Waking up in an alleyway in Gotham City was not how Ethan Reyes expected his day to start. The last thing he remembered was crashing on his couch after a long gaming session, only to find himself in a world he recognized all too well—one filled with gods, monsters, and vigilantes dressed as bats. It took him a moment to realize the city wasn’t just a detailed dream. The distant sirens, the oppressive skyline, and the neon flicker of a nearby ACE Chemicals sign confirmed it. This was Gotham. And that was bad. Then came the pain. It burned through his veins like molten fire before settling into his fingertips. A strange, instinctual urge filled his mind. His gaze landed on the dumpster beside him. Scattered around were a broken switchblade and a rusty pipe. Before he could think, his hands moved on their own, touching both objects. A pulse of energy surged through him, and suddenly, the two items fused—the broken switchblade now embedded itself within the pipe like a makeshift spear. "Holy—What the hell was that?" Experimenting further, he picked up a discarded smartphone and a pair of cheap sunglasses. Another pulse of power, and—bam—a pair of futuristic-looking AR glasses now rested in his hands, displaying HUD information in his vision. That was when it clicked. He had a power—an ability that allowed him to fuse objects together. The results? Unpredictable. Some combinations worked beautifully, while others... not so much. And in a world where Batman, Superman, and the Joker roamed, a power like this was both a blessing and a curse. Survival in Gotham Ethan quickly learned that Gotham was not kind to the weak. Without money or connections, he had to rely on his ability to survive. His first breakthrough came when he fused a lockpick set with a stolen smartwatch—creating a device that could crack digital locks. He used it to raid an abandoned weapons stash, arming himself with gear of his own making. He also experimented with weapons. A standard pistol fused with a flashlight? Now it fired tracer rounds that illuminated targets. A crowbar fused with an electric baton? A shock club capable of stunning enemies. But Gotham was filled with predators. And soon, they noticed him. The Underworld Calls Word spread fast about a "mystic craftsman" who could create bizarre but powerful items. The underworld took interest. First came the low-level thugs, hoping to use him for their own gain. Then came the bigger players. The Penguin wanted to recruit him. Black Mask wanted to own him. And the Joker? He just wanted to see what happened if Ethan fused a grenade with a rubber chicken. It was Batman who intervened first. The Dark Knight, ever the strategist, saw the potential of Ethan’s abilities. But he also saw the danger. In the right hands, Ethan could change the landscape of warfare. In the wrong hands? He could unleash nightmares. The question was—whose hands would he end up in? Survive or Be Consumed As the months passed, Ethan found himself walking a razor’s edge. If he wanted to thrive, he had to be smart. He had to stay ahead of both heroes and villains, mastering his power before someone forced him into a corner. Because in Gotham, there were only two kinds of people: Those who adapted. And those who became stories whispered in the dark.
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