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‘Urrrg what happened why do I feel so strange? What happened to me?’ Tenchi thought sitting up in bed his body ached and shaky. It was almost like it wasn’t used to moving. ‘Oh, aah, what’s going on how long was I out for?’ He wondered, as he looked around the room confused. It didn’t look like any room he recognized, and everything looked strangely large to him. He tried to get out of bed only to fall to the floor with a thud. ‘Ouch ok, that hurt.’ He winced trying to get to his feet. Only to find that his legs were shaky underneath him. Only after a few tries did he finally manage to get to his feet. But he only managed to take a step or two before losing his balance and again hitting the floor. ‘Ouch ok, I’m not getting anywhere any time soon.’ He thought as he lay there panting from the effort of trying to walk. As he tried to get up again the door to the room opened and a very shocked man walked in with a large stick in his hand. As he did, Tenchi struggled to try and get away

The trip back to the Small girls dwelling was surprisingly easy. The hardest part was getting out of the collapsed cave entrance. The hole was big enough for the bot to fit through though the uneven and large slabs of rock half buried in earth didn't make it easy to get out. He would have to secure the entrance and clear it out to make getting in and out more easily accessible. Yet another thing to just sic his ants at once he had a few idle. That wouldn't be anytime soon. Th-though if he was required to start sending armed units outside, he have to fast track the the construction. For the moment though digging down then clearing out where his first priorities. With his second priority being exploring the surrounding area. He’d have to design some sort of cheap flying unit for that, but that could wait until he had a decent supply of ants or a second fabrication bay. However, as things stood, he wo-ould have just been happy with one fully functional fabrication bay. He was pulled out

"Graph 1138 was nothing special. Just another dry rock with the slimmest potential for life floating in the endless void. Or so we thought that was till we met the locals, and they told us a legend. The legend of a star that fell from the heavens and from the fire emerged a metal fortress and a wounded titan. Did he come to conquer, to fight, to pillage? No! He came to build, to prosper, and defend." Data logged 44851. Alarms blared as Thomas tried to pick himself up, which turned out to be a massive mistake. He was covered in his own blood. A small badly dinged up med bot ordered him to lay back down as a fire bot chugged by. "Crew status?" Thomas groaned. The med bot projected his vitals he had a broken rib a puncture wound and a hairline fracture in his left leg. It was honestly a small miracle he was alive let alone in this good of shape. The bot had already done most of the work and a spider like printing drone was encasing his leg in a cast. “Ok, so my vitals are rough but

Sophia had no idea what was going on a massive metal door had saved her from the wolf that was hunting her but now she was trapped. There was a funny noise and then the dim lights in the room had brightened to the point it felt like she was outside in the middle of the day. She wasn't sure what type of tunnel she was in, but everything was tilted slightly to one side and judging by the fact she had to climb up into a doorway upside down. In many places, the tunnels had collapsed and in others, there were doors she couldn't open. She tried to explore for a few hours before she finally gave up and found a relatively safe looking hole in a pile of rubble. She had to back into it on her stomach to fit but that meant next to nothing was going to come looking for her. She did her best to curl up and stay warm as she hugged her bag of herbs to her chest. She needed to get out of there and get them to her village as soon as possible to help her mother. Austin watched as the small human child

In a world where everyone has some sort of strange or superhuman ability, you would think people would be used to seeing truly strange and extraordinary things. Izuku Uraraka and Ida walked out of the gates of U.A. as they discussed their day. “Man, that was insane. I can’t believe Aizawa threatened us with expulsion on the first day and we missed orientation too.” Uraraka whined as the three started to walk home. “Well, this is U.A. After all it’s not the top hero school for nothing but that said the way Aizawa handled it by lying like that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” Ida said with a frown. “I don’t think he lied I think Ben was right he was planning to expel one of us. He just changed his mind.” Izuku said after a short pause. “Huh, what makes you say that Deku?” As Uraraka said that insulting nickname Izuku had a moment of panic before stuttering out “D-D- Deku?” “Yeah, I mean I know that Bakugou guy clearly has issues, but I figure he wouldn’t mind me borrowing his

(AN: Yes, I know there are some odd grammar hiccups, but most are intentional. Explanations for such in the author's note at the end.) Alarms blared as the ship took another hit. A427i9 or Austin wished he could disable it, but it was wired into the original emergency grid of this ship and something he wasn't willing to take offline long enough to find and disable. Plus, it wasn't like he could really even hear it after all he hadn't bothered pressurizing the ship after the last crew member died 300 cycles ago. There was no two ways about it he was a ghost ship now. The federation died a long time ago in a last stand against the impossible odds against a genocidal empire and now he-he was a ghost ship continuing the fight. He had nothing left. All he knew how to do was fight and defend. Getting mad over having his planet cracked didn't matter. His crew was dead and that didn't matter. He was cold and empty, it didn't matter. Everyone and thing he was built and programmed to protect

Cross woke to a pounding on the door of one of the ten class twelve containment cells in the police station. Which was something that had always confused him spell crafters were ranked from ten to one. Ten being someone who only knows one or two week spells. To one being able to slaughter armies with just a wave of a hand and then there are the zeros. Zero is a title given to both the strongest member of a race and the strongest person in a city, to be frank being a zero does not put you on the same rank as a one. Zero just means you are next in line to be a one but the gap between a zero and a one is still sizable. Now for the confusing part threats, levels, and everything else was assigned going up words not down like spell crafter ranks. Cross’s threat rank was one thousand and seventy four naked as his headphones boosted his sound powers and his suit was heavily enchanted. They both had been confiscated by the police, Cross was now in a police sweatshirt and sweatpants and magic

Some say with great power comes great responsibility and others say power corrupts. but if ethers true, why is it that some of the greatest heroes started as powerless individuals? Is it responsibility is it will or is it something else entirely? Well, let’s see if we can’t find out. Red/-The Witch. Atsuko Kagari was born into a world where almost everyone had some form of superhuman ability. Everyone but her that is. She was one of the unlucky few born without any form of superpowers, but she refused to let that define her. By the time she was out of primary school, she had been kicked out of almost a dozen schools for picking fights with bullies. Any time she had seen someone picking on someone else she would step in even despite her lack of powers. Though due to her lack of powers a lot of the kids thought they could get away with it or with bullying her. Kagari was quick to prove them wrong but usually at the cost of her own safety. By the time she was to move to secondary school

Have you ever wondered what happened after the stories end? Well, that’s simple a new one begins. Some of these stories are direct continuations of the story some are altered retelling of the same. Told over and over again and again. New story's new worlds that live and die rise and fall over and over again but bits and pieces survive a drift in the endless void between realities. That is until they meet other pieces these pieces then pull in others not unlike how planets are formed. These nexuses intersection amalgams or crossroads are just a few names given to such places by those who wander through time and space. Many of which came from these worlds or something similar. In this world nexus 242837664321 also known as the lost roads is a world of hero's, villain's, monsters, and beings or objects of power. For unknown reasons any soul that possessed great power were drawn to this world where they would be reborn in human form. Well with a few exceptions but in these human forms

To put it simply there are more worlds out there than there are stars in the heavens. Some are so identical that the differences are indiscernible, while others are so different, they appear to be nothing alike. But even amongst the truly infinite realities. Some unfortunately choose to war against one and other, and some are just victims of that choice. This is the story of three of these victims the hero, the demon, and the Xelor. Our first victim was a man named Noximilien Coxen. Noximilien had once been a humble clock maker and family man. However, after finding a powerful magical object called the Eliacube. Noximilien was driven mad by both the cubes power and the manipulations of the Eliotropes Qilby and Oropo. One day Noximilien discovered his family had left him while he had been experimenting with the cube. Upon discovering a note from his family, saying that if he regained his senses and abandoned the cube he could come and find them. However, when Noximilien tried to