Barret Allbright

If you are reading this, and you are the being that placed me here. I would like to tell you how much I hate you, when I think of you it doesn't feel like there is blood running through my veins but gasoline ready to ignite at a moment's notice. I want to scream obscenities at you to curse you to hell and back using my entire vernacular, but I won't put it here I will tell you in person when I finally meet you.

Finishing the note I placed it into my inventory, and started the daily workout quest. I didn't want to be thrown into a desert with those fucking giant scorpion worm things that only want to kill me and eat my corpse. No Thank you. The memories of that place I received from Sung Jin Woo were enough for an entire lifetime.

Shivering, I chilled the last Sam's Diet Cola before cracking it open. 'Hacking' the passwords for my accounts was easy enough with Numbermans powers. Using the data I could scrounge up from his room I learned that the password was 'Bearakuda22.' Using my foreknowledge as little as it would help, I invested in some companies I calculated would do good in the coming months.

It was harder not to make too much money. That would trigger Thinker alarms, I didn't want to trigger thinker alarms.

Barret Allbright, the person whose body I stole was a large boy. The lineman build, and he didn't even have to work out for it. That would change if I had anything to say about it though. Well, I was forced to 'say' something about it if I didn't want to be thrown into a giant desert with things that want to eat me.

Changing into a sweatshirt and sweatpants I went to my backyard. My house was a nice 2 story one, white picket fence. Nazi flag inside the basement, had to burn that. Cracking my back I glanced at my back wall. Calculating every handhold, and the exact amount of force my body could exert. I flung myself in the direction of the wall.

I was slightly faster than an Olympics-level athlete, and it showed as I practically sprinted up the wall using each handhold and moving seamlessly. I moved as fast vertically as I did on flat ground. Going down I was practically falling, but there was no impact or damage to my legs.

That would never get old. Moving like that was exhilarating, and these powers opened up the world to me. Allowing me to see everything differently, I don't know how they would change me but I knew they would. Power changes people, that is just a fact of life and I would have to deal with it.

After finishing my daily run I changed into an appropriate school outfit and prepared myself for another day at school. Whoop, whoop I was a junior again. Senior year kinda sucked.

The school was a large H four stories tall, the structure was good but there were a few key locations I could hit to take it down. It is surrounded by a Farraday Cage, which seemed like just another way to obfuscate the identity of the Wards. Entering the school I tried to walk to my first block class, but I was stopped by a couple speaking to me.

One of them was an Asian woman, the other an above-average-looking white man with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Bear, how have you been?"

I put on a slightly frustrated look before slumping and sighing, "Fine." They both shared a glance before smiling and turning to me. The blonde one started talking, "You're coming to my house. No moping allowed."

"Ok, text me your address tho," I stated, waving them off before walking past and entering my classroom. My powers let me come to a few conclusions about them. Mainly they were this body's friends. They were worried about me because of the death of my parents and the fact that they were dating.

I liked the nickname. Being called Bear makes me feel large and powerful. The monotony of school just never changed, being taught things I had learned already, forced to sit through lessons on math that my power made irrelevant. The only class I actualy learned was American History because there were some major changes from my timeline.

The emergence of capes kinda fucked everything up for a while until it stabilized into what it was now. Like the creation of the Protectorate. No one seemed out of the ordinary, no other reincarnates that I could find. They might have taken the Man of Mysteries perk though, that would protect them from me discovering their Identity.

The exit to the school was clean, well for Brockton it was clean. Compared to the school in my old life this place was a dirty cesspool of crime and villainy. Stepping down the stairs I pulled out my phone and reached for my earbuds, only to realize it was 2010 and those kinds of earbuds didn't yet exist.

Footsteps behind me, 2 people walking they would reach me in. Now, feeling a hand on my shoulder I fought the urge to beat them up, and suppressed my responses only to glance over at the smiling face of my blonde friend who I learned was named Oscar, and the impassive face my the Asian girl who I learned was named Lisa.

"Bear, I got the new Para Punch Pals you gotta try it, somehow Eidolon is a balanced character. Shocking I know right."

Oscar's house was a relatively large apartment, he even had his bedroom. It was clean, likely to impress his girlfriend. Looking under his rug I gave him a shit-eating grin before slipping my shoes off and spreading my toes out on the hardwood. My house had carpet or tile so hardwood was a novel experience.

When I was going home for the night I opened one of the Gacha chests, and got the tutorial dungeon key.

Gregory Vedar

Staring into the mirror at home with a dumb smile on my face I teleported my toothbrush to my hand and started to brush my teeth.

I was a Cape

I had superpowers

It was amazing, both the voices inside my head agreed. Sure it was weird having a voice in my head, but some powers were weirder still. I wanted to scream it from the rooftops but I knew it was a stupid Idea. Sure the unwritten rules were a thing, but that only protects your civilian identity. If they don't get caught there will be no repercussions.

They might kill mom.

I knew in my head that I shouldn't tell anyone and that I shouldn't do anything, but in my heart, I wanted to shitpost on redi- I mean PHO about it I want to stop Taylor's trigger, but that could destroy the world. Cause the death of everyone I know and everyone I will know. Can I subject a teenage girl to that, someone I almost consider a friend? I mean she hates me, but that is no reason to let her get hurt.

Steeling myself I swore I would help her get justice. What could I do to help her? Downloading a virtual desktop app I prepared myself mentally.

The hallways of Winslow were a dangerous place. The half-glazed-over expressions of merchant members, E88 members prowling the halls bullying the impure, and ABB members recruiting and grooming new members.

In other words, it was a shitty school.

Walking through the hallways was a lanky teenage girl, with a mop of brown curls, and the ghost of a smile on her face. The trio had stopped bullying her, and it was sad that being ignored by everyone was better than before but it was life. Life sucked since her mother had died, and her best friend stabbed her in the back, again and again, then twisted the knife and spat on her feelings, but that's just life right?

The almost pitying glances from her classmates should have put her on edge but she chalked it up to scorn and ignored it. Walking into the locker room she sniffed, a foul stench filled her nostrils and she wanted to cry. Her stuff had been ruined again, they had likely poured something into it the week before and it had rotted.

She glanced down the hall, everyone ignored her except for Greg Veder, the class retard, he gave her a small wave before opening his locker, glancing away she opened the locker and grimaced, it was full of dirty tampons, and soiled pads, hell were those needles? She wanted to scream as a hand hit her back, pushing her in. Kicking and screaming she tried to fight back but the arm was stronger than her.

Catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of a black wrist she knew who it was, Sophia. Screaming as the glass shattered cutting into her back, the pain was unbearable. Screaming for help she felt something crack inside her head, and her senses expanded. Thousands of motes of light thousands of senses, and no one was helping her. It settled in that she would die here and the world shattered again, and the senses expanded taking in thousands of little responses, thousands of smells, and tastes.

Then the locker was ripped open, and Greg, mother fucking Veder was screaming, calling the cops, everything was flashing lights and colors, before Greg answered the call the noise cut in and out as the world turned blurry, and the pain started to fade.

"Help please JBACXAKBS Send AmbBUZZZZZZZ, Might Die, GNKASBUzZZZZ Shock, Help" Then a black fist knocked into the back of his head, and the world went black.

Greg Pov

Maybe placing the needles in her locker was too much, I thought as I finished the call, an ambulance on the way. A fist slammed into the back of my head as I sprawled on the ground, spinning to my back I pushed myself back as kicks barely missed me. "GIVE ME THAT FUCKING PHONE" came the scream from a nearly apoplectic Sophia Hess.

The video was already on my computer but uploading it to google drive, the file seemed to take forever to upload as I slid my phone under the lockers before turning and running. God was she fast. Teleporting my phone into my locker I slid arround the corner and booked it, I wasn't fast enough though.

Pain exploded across my face as I was mounted by a pretty black chick. Hit after hit I smiled, "Bitch" I mumbled and she started hitting harder.

She pummeled me, and my vision started to go black, before I was knocked unconscious I teleported my phone into my hoodie pocket. If she broke it I could sue for damages and on top of that assault. Break my bones bitch you are only digging your own grave.

"Do I have permission to heal you?" Came the annoyed drawl of Panacea, I nodded in response, my jaw was broken so I couldn't speak. Feeling my flesh mend, and bones set I sighed in contentment, it came out more of a wheeze of pain though, and I swear I could hear something rattling.

When she touched my skin I felt every single one of her cells, the way they moved, how they all connected, and why they connected. What to do to increase the efficiency, how to move her flesh so that it would be more useful in a fight. I could change her, shaking my head I smiled at her, "Thank you, truly, that kinda hurt" I gave my sincere thanks "You must hear this a lot but I hope you have a great day."

Panacea was a short girl, 17 if I remember right. She didn't wear a mask, and her outfit was a white robe with stylized hearts and red lines. Covering her head was a large good with a red + on it, the only thing I could see past the shadow her hood cast was a large nose and what seemed like thousands of freckles.

As she left I gave her a wave before pulling out my phone, I wanted to upload the video to PHO, or email it to every reporter I could find but thought that would make better use of it. There was no evidence durring the cannon so this might help, even if it is only a little. I emailed him the video, as well as uploaded it to one drive. No one would be destroying the evidence.

Shaking my head I called my mother before turning on the television in my room.

Brent pushed himself to his feet, a muttered curse. Glancing arround revealed a single road covering his entire view from horizon to horizon. To his right was a sign that read "Brockton Bay 2 Miles".

"What the heck" Brent mumble. If this was a dream it was too realistic, and the feeling of power all arround him shot that theory down again. The force sang to him, remembering the CYOA he filled out color drained from his face before he incanted "There is no emotion. There is PEACE. There is no ignorance, there is KNOWLAGE. There is no passion, there is SERENITY. There is no chaos, there is HARMONY. There is no death, there is THE FORCE."

Imagining a flame he threw his fear, his sadness, his passion, and everything else until the flame was out. Opening his eyes he started to walk, the knowlage of force techniques letting him start to practice while walking.

The walk was both paradoxically longer, and faster than it had any right to be. A 2-mile walk was a long way, yet with force steps, he could eat up the miles.

[Way of the Jedi: Lvl 1]

The city screamed. It was a blight on the force, an area of wanton despair and anger. It was nearly blinding. Brent had to clamp down on Gamer's Mind not to be swept up by the dark side of the force. The Gamer's abilities and the Jedi's code of peace and tranquility worked well together. A mind unclouded by emotion. One that can't get ensnared with the allure of the dark side.

Feeling the Force Brent just walked arround the city, not caring about his desperate need for money or an Identity. Feeling the emotions of the surrounding people Brent grimaced before turning and walking down an alley. When out of sight he started sprinting, following the emotion of fear and lust.

The Gamer's Mind took his emotions as He ran, an impassive look on his face. Turning a final corner, Brent jumped on his feet landing on the head of an Asian man wearing ABB colors.

[Exp +12]

[Loot: 28$, 9mm Pistol]

Turning, Brent raised his hand and spoke, "You will go on with your business, forget what happened here." Walking away, 28$ richer, a new plan came to mind beat up thugs for cash.

Squatting in a warehouse in the docks was easy. Using The Force to push all the pins in a lock took a fat minute but worked eventually. The 'loot' function didn't just take from the pockets of the people Brent beat. It created it. Double the money from each fight allowed Brent to earn a few hundred dollars, seven handguns, and some technological scrap.

Saving the scrap for later use. The docks were in various states of disrepair, from the Boat graveyard. The land of sunk ships, enough metal to jumpstart his adventure. The dock area was a lot nicer, mainly because of the boardwalk. There was a large floating fortress in the waters, but that wasn't where Brent was going.

Entering the PRT would land him in a lot of red tape and distrust. No, he was looking for a hardware store. Using all of his money for a propane tank, some bricks, and a blow torch Brent returned to his warehouse and created a makeshift forge. It was crude and disgusting but inside his inventory so it worked.

Borrowing without asking for a large amount of metal from the boat graveyard allowed him to start working on his blacksmithing skill. Using that skill alongside the Tinker's knowlage of StarWars Brent, started to create a makeshift Jedi-Knight armor set. It wasn't nearly as good as the actual armor. Based on shitty materials, skills, and tools, but it worked. It worked well even though it could take a bullet and didn't impede movement. That is all that he needed to feel safer.

His weapon of choice was a long straight sword meant to be used in one hand. Wearing everything was heavy, felt so worthwhile after placing a few charges into everything. It increased the durability and lowered the weight of the armor and sword.

With an unembellished metal face mask, Brent was ready to fight crime, and earn money. Well after he meditated and incanted the Jedi code again he was.

Keeping a clear head was something that Brent wanted more than nearly anything. He didn't want his mind to be messed with, he wanted to still be Brent by the time the 10 years were up. Having thought that this was all just a thought experiment or writing aid, he had created a build that seemed fun.

The Gamer is a nearly infinitely scaling power, and it helped clamp down on emotions that would lead to the dark side. Loot from the gamer would allow him to create things with nonnative materials like Kyber Crystals, which is why he chose the Force Tinker, and an army of droids seemed useful. Dauntless as well would allow him to fight at a higher level of power than should be possible.

Say, a helmet that increased force senses, a chest plate that transferred energy to other dimentions making it neigh un piercable. A lightsaber that could expand and contract further than should be possible, say a lightsaber long enough to cut an entire building in half, or one able to pierce an Endbringer's core.

It might have been a game, but if He knew it would turn out to be real. Brent would have taken more drawbacks, spammed wildcards, or crossover with someone overpowered. The real question was, 'was he chosen because he made a normal build?'

'Actualy the real question,' Brent thought morosely, 'is any of this real or just a delusion I am having in a coma?' Centering himself, Brent checked over his gear. Nodding to himself with a small smile, he placed the metal face mask on and left the warehouse.

Extending his Force senses, searching for a crime to stop. Brent couldn't help but mutter, "Serenity is on the prowl." Immediately cringing, He forced the memory back into the recesses of his mind with the memories of him saying cringy stuff as a kid.