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Accursed Witch

(Will mass upload at the beginning of every month. This doesn'tafect regular chapter uploads.) The world relies on Hunters: elite warriors forged in the fires of the Spirit Realm, wielding inhuman strength and the "Rune of Light." But the apex predators of this world aren’t beasts; they are Spirits. Born from divine residue and fueled by human emotion, they range from harmless floating puddles to the catastrophic entities known as Witches. A Witch is a walking apocalypse, capable of unmaking a kingdom in a weekend if she’s having a particularly bad Tuesday. Naturally, because humanity is nothing if not predictable, these engines of destruction are also sought after for their "otherworldly beauty", but there is only one way to find and tame the great spirits, venturing into the spirit realm, surviving your journey to the god tree, and being branded with the "Rune of Light." Chase is an adventurer who spends his days sweating in the dirt for copper coins and his nights dreaming of glory. He’s got the heart of a lion, the wallet of a beggar, and a moral compass that points directly toward "overpowered fighter who could kill a dragon". Its worth a shot. Chase's ultimate goal in life is to become a hunter, his nation sits directly on the border of the great white forest, a place brimming with monsters. If the monster population is not stabilized it would cause a massive wave of monsters to descend upon his nation and the surrounding nations causing many deaths and the displacement of tens of thousands. One mistake means death. One success means godhood. For Chase, the risk is worth it—because in Andromeda, you either die a monster-slayer or live long enough to become a legend.
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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 · 523.8k Views