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Superhero Manager System The Way Of Art
Somewhere In San-FranmikyoGrand States of Merica.Domingo Yen was many things, but a supervillain was not one of them. Those freakshows in their edgy costumes and self-righteousness, existed to make life miserable for everyone. They took away valuable artistic materials, these bastards done know they kill too much with their fights. They did not leave enough skin and concrete for his artful carvings to come to life.“Ahhh, I hate supervillains so much. They ruin all my materials.”“If you’re not a supervillain then what are you, asshole! a serial killer?”Domingo Yen turned onto the secluded street near the bay. He could hear the sound and spray of the sea, a powerful natural force that moved through everything. This inspired him greatly.He was dressed in his samurai kimono, his chest bare to the world and crisscrossed with garish scars that could haunt the dreams of the most resilient warrior. The oni mask on his face hung crooked to one side, exposing enough of his face and single
Superhero Manager System The First Mission
While construction was still ongoing on their base, Arome decided he needed to get in on the action. He was getting tired of waiting around and playing politics. As it was he had already sent Aunty Kemi back home, she was the head of the temple guards and had duties she needed to handle. Plus, she could not refute an order from his father, so she left with the crown prince.Arome gritted his teeth. His father being the crown prince was a title that was just there for show. He shook his head, there was no need to dwell on anything other than what was in front of him, and that was choosing the first mission that their team would have to deal with.Arome sat at his cluttered desk, a holographic catalog shimmering in front of him. The digital pages flipped silently, revealing detailed profiles of the world's most notorious villains. Each entry was accompanied by high-resolution images, crime statistics, and a dossier of their known powers and abilities.He scrolled past images of menacing
Superhero Manager System The Banished Prince
Arome was nervous, his feet slowly tapped a rhythm into the lobby floor as he waited for his turn to be called in for the interview. Like all men, past a certain age, you have to step up and start looking after yourself, get a job, pay the bills, maybe snag a babe and be all right.Except, of course, reality was a far different place than what most would imagine. 75% of the jobs are now automated by robotics and artificial intelligence. Any extra work or job that is usually only available is off the world, except, of course, you’re one of the lucky few to get a job in an earth corporation.That was saying something though, four years of college, studying Human and Powered Management Logistics. He had studied to be a supes manager, a course many people had called him foolish for picking. If he had power of his own, then it would not have been a problem. But therein lies the problem. If he had power of his own, why not join the hero League?Arome scoffed, the hero league was a joke, he’
Superhero Manager System Ressurect, The Banished Prince
The explosion blasted Arome off his seat, his head smashing into the dry wall behind him. Screams sounded out in the backgrounds as his vision swam. He looked up to see a swirling barrier of soft blue and white light. The executives and the supers were well protected under the barrier.It was annoying, guess even in this part of the world, corporations only gave a damn about themselves and profit. He tried to get up, but there were black spots creeping up into the edge of his vision. It didn’t take long for him to realize why, there was a piece of metal sticking out of his chest.“Oh! That can’t be good.” He muttered to himself, as he struggled to get up, but it was taking a colossal amount of will to do so. He felt rough hands grab him, as he was oriented to come face to face with one of the executives. He was shocked to see that it was the old woman, and even more so from the amount of strength she was showing.“It wouldn’t be prudent for you to die here, your highness, come on kid,
Superhero Manager System Death Upon Death
Arome grunted as he gingerly touched his chest. The wounds were gone, though he could still feel the echoes of the pain he had had to endure. It was crazy, and it was wild, but yet he was still alive, he was still breathing. He looked at the buttons as they counted down, he had mistakenly pushed the button for the three hundred and ninety-second floor. Nowhere close to his goal of calling for help, from the C.O.O’s office.She never gave her name, so Arome had no idea who she was. Other than she was…well, would have been his boss. He doubted if, after everything that had happened today, he’d get a job here. The prerequisites for that is that they all have to survive the incredibly bad situation they have suddenly found themselves in. There was a loud bang followed by an incredibly loud screeching noise.The elevator came to a jarring halt as Arome removed his hands from his ears. That was weird. He could see that the building still had power. Why the hell was the elevator stopping? He
Superhero Manager System Sub-Villians And Goons
Arome grabbed the legs of the Hound and dragged it back into the elevator. The hound hit the floor with a loud impact against the elevator floor. Meanwhile, its blind companion started barking wildly, the sound of Arome and its partner in a scuffle it could not partake in. The healthy hound was stronger, and Arome only had leverage for a small amount of time before it would be able to free itself from his grasp.He pulled back on the neck of the hound, as hard as his current level of strength would let him. He felt bones pop as he swung the hound into the elevator wall, while utilizing more force than he could ever bring to bear. 'Weird.’ Arome thought to himself, he did have a little bit more strength now. It wasn’t much, but for all the hound’s strength, now that it was grabbed, it felt somewhat light in Arome’s grip. But he had the initiative, and he had to make sure he did not let this opportunity go to waste.He smashed the hound into the elevator wall again, yet even as he did s
Superhero Manager System Goons And Lights
They had barely turned the corner when he woke up again. ‘Oww, they shot my eye.’ Arome thought to himself, as he took a second to reorient himself. The time between his resurrections could vary depending on the level of damage he had received. This is a theory of how this new power of his works. But from what he has been experiencing so far, it seems the interval between each regeneration was getting shorter and shorter. Almost as if he was building a resistance to a certain type of damage…or deaths.He waited, though it was best if they moved away, before he tried to find his way. The best way forward was the path of least conflict, not to mention the added caveat of him not dying again. ‘This is crazy.’ He sighed as he looked down at himself, he was a mess. His designer suit was ruined, and that was really annoying. Arome was a bit of a clean freak, but much more than that, the young man loved his suits, especially his business suits. Not that he didn’t wear or like other clothes,
Superhero Manager System Burning
The goons went down, it didn’t matter if they had superpowers. In the end, no one wanted to get shot. They took cover and began to open fire in the direction Arome was hiding. The young man scowled, it was hard to keep calm in a situation such as this, but there really wasn’t much Arome could do other than act. Not to mention he was still bleeding out, and he could feel the darkness starting to creep into the edge of his vision again. The only thing that was really keeping him going was the adrenaline, but even that would also end.They had him pinned down, they had noticed that he was taking out the lights, so they had concentrated fire on his side and into the dark office, hoping that perhaps a stray bullet would catch Arome off guard and put an end to his assault.But for Arome, that was an expected reaction as he crawled his way past cubicles, moving until he was right at the edge of the dark area. There was still a little bit of light left. No attention was being paid in this dir
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The First Mission
While construction was still ongoing on their base, Arome decided he needed to get in on the action. He was getting tired of waiting around and playing politics. As it was he had already sent Aunty Kemi back home, she was the head of the temple guards and had duties she needed to handle. Plus, she could not refute an order from his father, so she left with the crown prince.Arome gritted his teeth. His father being the crown prince was a title that was just there for show. He shook his head, there was no need to dwell on anything other than what was in front of him, and that was choosing the first mission that their team would have to deal with.Arome sat at his cluttered desk, a holographic catalog shimmering in front of him. The digital pages flipped silently, revealing detailed profiles of the world's most notorious villains. Each entry was accompanied by high-resolution images, crime statistics, and a dossier of their known powers and abilities.He scrolled past images of menacing
The Way Of Art
Somewhere In San-FranmikyoGrand States of Merica.Domingo Yen was many things, but a supervillain was not one of them. Those freakshows in their edgy costumes and self-righteousness, existed to make life miserable for everyone. They took away valuable artistic materials, these bastards done know they kill too much with their fights. They did not leave enough skin and concrete for his artful carvings to come to life.“Ahhh, I hate supervillains so much. They ruin all my materials.”“If you’re not a supervillain then what are you, asshole! a serial killer?”Domingo Yen turned onto the secluded street near the bay. He could hear the sound and spray of the sea, a powerful natural force that moved through everything. This inspired him greatly.He was dressed in his samurai kimono, his chest bare to the world and crisscrossed with garish scars that could haunt the dreams of the most resilient warrior. The oni mask on his face hung crooked to one side, exposing enough of his face and single
The Offer II
Arome gave an annoyed look to the glass that had just poisoned him, the secretary even continued to drink leisurely from his, acting unbothered. But nevertheless, everything this man just said has him more than a little worried. A virus that only this ability can heal, he found it hard to believe. There was another angle at play here, and regardless of what threats or offers this man threw his way, Arome would never willingly throw himself into dying over and over again, not unless he had no other choice.“I’m afraid I can’t help your Mr. secretary. Since you’ve never experienced it before, and seeing how hard you are trying to avoid it, dying is not fun. And only a fool will completely subject himself to death repeatedly. You don’t have nearly enough money in your bank account to make me do this. In case you’ve forgotten, I am still a prince. Our kingdom might not be worth much out in the wider world and cosmos, but we are still reasonably self-sufficient. I have no need for money, s
The Offer
Arome came back alive, choking on his own blood. He quickly turned to the side where he disgorged the entire contents of his stomach, dry heaving and struggling to breathe with each cow clench of his stomach. His suit was bloodied and smelled rather foul, whatever it was this virus was, it seemed like it was specially designed for supers.“I have to say that I am surprised, I did not expect you to survive that. And if you can survive that, it seems it would take me blasting you to atoms in a nuclear chamber before I can end you for good. There’s no guarantee if I chuck you into the sun you will survive, that might even strengthen you, the sun is a star in the end.”Arome gave him the middle finger, as he got back up to his feet and stumbled towards the door, he needed to get the hell out of here before he would do something he’d regret.”“And where are you going?” The secretary asked, looking amused as Arome stumbled away from him.“Isn’t it obvious, I'm getting away from your psychot
The Teacher
Unfortunately, Arome could not escape the event as quickly as he had wanted to, not before he had a one-on-one meeting with the secretary of the UNCH. It was how Arome found himself following the Secretary’s secretary down an empty hallway before coming before a set of massive double doors. The secretary moved to the side and pointed at the door. It seems from here on out Arome would have to go by himself.Arome took a deep breath and pushed the doors open, stepping into a room that was a stark contrast to the dimly lit hallway. The secretary's office was a masterpiece of luxury and grandeur, a testament to the power and influence that the position held.The room was bathed in a warm, golden light that seemed to emanate from the crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, their prisms casting a delicate dance of light upon the intricately patterned marble floor. The walls were adorned with rich, dark wood paneling, each segment carved with meticulous detail, telling stories of
The Summon II
“By order of his majesty you are not return home and take on an official post.”Arome’s eyes took on a hard edge on that, he might have a lot of guilt towards his parents, but there was no love lost between him and his grandfather. Some of the worst things he has ever had to do, had come from his orders. His grandfather was a different kind of monster that no one in the whole kingdom could match up to. He was ready and willing to use anyone and anything to get what he wanted.“I’m afraid I will have to decline father. As you can see, I have commitments and an agency to run. Idu does not need me to take on any posts. Besides any post that I can take up has already been filled, the kingdom already has a crown prince in the process of carrying out his ten years of service. And I am not coming back so that I can play second fiddle to him and his bastard father1!”Arome’s father hissed in annoyance as he slammed his hands on the table in front of him, the sound so loud that Astra jumped in
The Summon I
Arome was not stupid, he had gone completely off the script that had been given to him by the UNCH. But he didn’t care either way, this was his way of showing them that he was playing along, but also a reminder that they did not own him, not anymore at least. And what was the worst they could do to him, kill him? The last people that had thought killing Arome would solve their problems, had ended up finding out the hard way that he was not so easily gotten rid of. But still he had been able to make an impact, the tabloids would have a field day with the announcement and the speech. Those who were smart enough would have noticed the careful placed barbs in his words, his subtle way of throwing shade at the UNCH. For sure they would notice it, and he knew there would be a reckoning coming from them. The only way to do so would be to get so much stronger they would not be able to do anything to him. But they won’t make any moves early on, of course he was sure they would try and sabotag
The Event III
Propaganda, politics, games the elite play with the lives of the common man. Arome was now firmly stepping into that world. He was no longer a teenager with bristling anger against the world. A boy who could only see everything that had happened to him as unfair as he asked repeatedly why his grandfather did not love him. A boy who grew up seeing his father take care of their people wholeheartedly, teaching lessons of kindness, responsibility and the upholding of traditions in order to honor your ancestors.But most importantly, living your life the right way so that the person you see in the mirror, was someone you could be proud of. Arome’s entire life has been one bad choice after the other. The military might have been his grandfather’s orders, a punishment for a Wayward prince absent the family bloodline, but he had chosen to stay there. His banishment had been from his grandfather’s court, not the kingdom, but his own anger and stubbornness drove him into a life that filled with
The Event II
Arome grunted as his name was called out, this was definitely unexpected as he did not expect that he would have to be called up to the center stage in front of everyone else here. Was he expected to give a speech? No one told him about that, and given the irritating smirk on his cousin’s face, it became obvious there was more going on that what he could currently see. On the stage ahead, reporters arranged themselves in front of it. This was both a dinner and a press conference at the same time, but it seems Bayo was trying to find a way to make this as embarrassing of an experience for Arome as he could possibly. There was a subtle balance of power within the UNCH, and he has finally stepped up to muddy his toes in their dirty waters. Unfortunately, whatever camp Bayo seems to fall under, it seems they have already established themselves as enemies. As Arome walked up to her stage, he could feel the eyes of everybody present on him. The most significant being those of the dignita
