Disclaimer: I don't own any anime, movies, music, comics, or games.
Bold - Techniques/Items/Skills/Weapons/Demon Mode / Events/ Organizations.
Italics - Telepath dialogues

Let's start the story, shall we?

Silver had been enjoying his meal on the lower floor before one server called him, telling him that a group of men in black were looking for him. Curious, he showed himself, only to be surprised when he saw an entire group of gamers.

"Wow, I didn't know I was this famous." He muttered before approaching the group. "Alright, boys, what ya need? I got a five-star meal waiting for me, you know."

"Relax, Where you're going you won't be worrying about any five-star meals."

"I'll give you a D- for Delivery and an E- for Effort on that lame ass line." Silver said.

"Yeah, he's right. That line was lame."

"Bullshit, that line was perfect."

"Psh! That was stupid if you ask me."

"Enough! We can talk about this later after we deal with him... Where did he go!?"

Silver was back into enjoying his meal with delight. Fighting was not on his list for today, he'll deal with them tomorrow or maybe next week.

"I wonder how long it will take them to figure out I already left." He muttered before they obliterated the walls. The group then marched towards him, yet the fool only smiled, amused by their play to look intimidating. "Ten minutes... My, my, slow aren't we?" He said while looking at a stopwatch.

The leader grabs his collar harshly and throws him to a wall. Before he could even recover the leader was onto and bombards him with several magical spells. Yet they were all surprised when their target walked out of it with no sign of injury.

He might be a high-level player or have a hax skill. Whichever it was, it meant bad news for them. "Not bad, but not good either." Silver said while cracking his neck. "Well, I guess it's my turn now." He then picks something from his jacket.

The group went on guard, only to be surprised when he pulled out a folder. "But first, one a scale of one to ten, how bad does this poor guy look?" Proceeding to give each one a copy, none of them noticed he had summoned a popcorn and took a seat.

When they all opened most of them laughed. It was a picture of SCP-096 as a gamer Shy guy was nothing to be afraid of. With their numbers, they can deal with it in a second. Silver just joined in for the fun.

Then they heard it, a scream, not one or two but hundreds... no, thousands! They all turned to where it was coming from and to their horror thousands of 096 were heading towards them. The worst part was that they couldn't summon any form of power. It wasn't sealed or blocked, it's just gone.

Calling the event a massacre would be a wrong way of describing it. It was a slaughter, and even then it's an understatement.

Silver laughed, he wasn't sadistic or anything but he was an incarnation of CHAOS and chaos holds no prejudice. Good or evil, they're all the same. The only person he never messed with completely was Russell, and that's because he's a magnet of entertainment.

What kind of luck involves a street war, a terrorist attack, and a freaking arson in one building!? The best part, he got to see it through his friend's phone. No one could explain just how bizarre the event happened.

As for why they couldn't use any of their power, Russell's using that again. Having the power to erase fantasy is just an OP power, but a power that has a mind of its own? Yeah, he wouldn't fight that.

Russell tried to figure it out, but he couldn't, even with Bright and his help, and they almost got killed with their tampering. Yet they figured out one unique trait. This skill was alive, and the only reason Silver can still use his power was because it knows he's helping his friend.

Russell even theorized the skill is blocking his insane luck. Which made them curious about the effects it could bring. Was it really blocking his luck? or erasing it every time it acts up. If it's blocked, then all of that luck is building up. When his friend turns it off, what kind of event would it bring?

Of course, there's one tiny weakness to it. Normal people, yup a regular human, can bypass it. Though it balances out with its insane power. Russell's power works better against fiction. A non-fiction attack would be the perfect counter, but that's easier said than done.

He's monologuing, isn't he? Welp, whatever looks the boys have calmed down anyway, time to send them back. Now how did no one else get attacked by these guys? Simple, put on a mask, and poof! A Shy Guy is a nice guy.

"Alright boys, time to go home, daddy has some work to do."

Once he sent the last one back to its dimension, he quickly snaps his fingers. The bloodstains and the rest of the mess were gone. Checking his attire, Silver changes his clothes. While still reminiscent of his older one, it had a unique style of its own.

Now dressed with a silver Jacket with gold linings, a golden belt with an S, and blue pants. Silver hums, but felt something missing and quickly summons a silver fedora hat.

"There we go~ Don't I look good?" He said to his reflection.

"I know you are." His reflection said.

"Why thank you but I'm afraid I have matters to attend to, later handsome."

With that, he struts out of the building while conjuring a cane. Time to show these idiots why you never mess with the fool.

Thirteenth and Eighth knew they just committed the biggest mistake in their life. They forgot to bring a camera.

"Holy fuck, this guy's insane!" Thirteenth said. "Who the hell summons an army of SCP!?"

"This guy apparently, he's definitely up to Fourth's level of insanity," Eighth said. He could've sworn he just saw Fourth in that guy's place.

"Still think we should recruit this one?"

"Definitely, only a madman can fight another madman."

Squad B had seen what just happened towards the first batch and they knew they will have to go all out on this gamer. But why the hell did the higher-ups not warn them about facing a gamer of this caliber.

"Does anyone else hear that?"

"Is that music?"

"Why the hell is there music?"

"He's taunting us."

Smokescreen then came out of nowhere and came Silver. All eyes were on him, well keep your eyes on the ball. He grabs something in his pocket.

"Get ready!" One yelled.

To their surprise again, Silver pulls out a coin before tossing it into the slot of a jukebox. Wait... That Jukebox wasn't there before.

As soon as the coin went in, Silver went into a pose which just made everyone more confused. What the heck is wrong with this guy!?

"Hello JAPAN!" He yelled with his microphone before his clone appeared and whispers something. "Oh right, ahem... Hello YOU GUYS! Are you ready to rock?"

Everyone just turned to each other, unsure of how to deal with this maniac. "Everyone move, I'll handle this."

Silver looked at his next opponent. And he'll admit the dude was definitely bigger than the biggest bodybuilder.

"Kick his ass, boss."

Boss? Well now, that's a record for him. Usually, he takes a lot more time to attract a higher up unless he straight-up messed with them.

"Well, hello sir~," The fool then makes a greeting gesture. "Welcome to Silver reality show how to kick ass 101. May we know the name of this brave volunteer?"

"..."

"That guy is dead, Jeff kills wanna be jokers for breakfast."

"That guy would probably last five seconds before boss offs him."

"Oh dear, looks like I have to crush those expectations. Also, what kind of name is Jeff?" The fool muttered. Watching Jeff moving in close, Silver raises his cane as the enemy brings his arm down.

The ground cracks from the two opposing forces while a minor earthquake ravaged the land. "Damn! Even if he's holding back, boss sure is strong." One said. The rest would have agreed if Silver wasn't alive and holding Jeff back with one hand.

"What the fuck!?"

"Not bad," Jeff said, face remaining stoic as ever.

"Why thank you." Silver smiles before blocking another blow then counters the next. Blood drips out from the open wound, yet Jeff's stoic face seemed to be unmovable. "There's not a lot of Gamers who can bypass my Defenses." He thought.

While he wasn't a top dog, it still takes a powerful gamer to make a dent. As Silver charges to his opponent, Jeff steps his foot, making him grunt from the pain. Jeff didn't miss his chance and delivers a three punch combo before ending it with a high kick.

The fool seethe but controls his fall. "I get it, you're like Russell." Silver said. This guy chose martial arts as his main. "Alright then." He then rushes in and throws a punch but gets subjected to another combination of blows.

Jeff didn't move while watching this lunatic recover. Tricksters were an annoying bunch, but those who can fight were dangerous. One slip and it's over for him.

"Well, that sucked." Silver then stores his cane and places his hands in his pockets. "Let's try this. I have to say, I like this stance. What did Russell call it? Hand-pocket stance."

Jeff's neck cracked as a blazing aura. "Oh powering up after your opponent treats you like a joke? Talk about generic extra." However, Silver was unprepared for the sudden attack.

SMACK!

"Did he just bitch slapped me?" Silver said in shock. No one and he meant NO ONE has ever bitch slapped him. Cause whenever someone tries to do it, he'll break their arms.

"Maybe I was a bit too fast," Jeff said slapping Silver again but slower. "That bullshit stance won't work on me. Go ahead, try it." Jeff then steps in closer. "Here, you can kick me in the balls even and that won't change anything."

Silver frowned, this guy was going down for that. The fool pulls out his right hand and reveals skyscraper hammer.

"Won't change anything, huh?" Silver muttered and brings it down, but Jeff knocks him out. The hammer then pops, revealing it to be a balloon.

"He did it!"

"Way to go, boss!"

"Hell yeah, the boss is awesome!"

Eighth however clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Those morons..." He growled. Thirteenth looked confused on why? They won, didn't they?

"Don't take your eyes off the target!" Eighth roared as Silver pushes himself into the air and does a spin before landing in a T-pose. It surprised the squad that again the target wasn't injured from that attack.

Silver then places his hands back into his pockets. "Alright let's do this." He joked. Veins began bulging as Jeff attacks in fury. He'll make this bastard regret taking him seriously. Silver, however, only smiled.

"Lesson one, Mr. Karate~ Don't..." He drags out his right hand. "Lose..." Raising his arms as muscles contracted. "YOUR COOL!" With a strength that can rival Hercules, he slams his arm onto Jeff's shoulder blade.

Buildings shook, roads destroyed, and cracked. Jeff falls into slumber while Silver sighs and fixed his hair. "Jeez, I think I overdid it again." Looking at the destruction he caused, he knew those idiots would think twice now.

Then he saw Jeff standing up and taking a battle stance. "Hmm..." Jeff rushes in and throws triple jabs, but Silver dodged those. He quickly throws his hat and tries to attack, but Jeff punches him, forcing him to step back.

Looking at Jeff's stat list, Silver frowned.

Username: Jeff the time walker
Lvl: 70

Str:9999
Int:8080
Wis:7575
End:9090
Stmn:9559
Luck:75

Well now, that explains a lot. If his opponent can time travel or see the future that meant he already knows his next moves, but the thing is looking into the future also changes the past. It was a double-edged sword.

Jeff took him out of his thoughts by punching him and nearly broke his jaw. He actually felt that one. Progress. Silver tries a low kick, but Jeff avoids his kick and throws his own, sending him to the ground.

Silver laid on the ground for a few minutes before letting out a sigh. "Screw this," He muttered and get's up. "Martial art is just isn't my shtick."

Jeff looks puzzled by the sudden change. Using one of his skills that perceives his future, it became chaotic, there was no linear flow, everything was changing every second. He shuts it off before it could drive him insane. What the hell was that?

Silver noticed it and mischievously smiled. Jeff failed to notice it. "What are you going to do then?" The time walker asked. "I'll just beat you in my own way. Go ahead, try to hit me."

Jeff frowned and attacks but to everyone's shock, his attack didn't reach the trickster. "Arerere~ what's this? Scared baby boy?" Silver taunted. Jeff grits his teeth and throws another, but again his fist stops in the last moment. "Oof, so close yet so far." Silver taunts again, even leaning his cheek to the fist like it's a pillow.

With a roar, Jeff tries to kick him, but Silver counters it by punching his ribs. Jeff tried to breathe but Silver then slaps him with an explosive. The man couldn't remove it in time and was engulfed by the blast.

"What do you think pretty cool, right?"

When the smoke settled Jeff's entire head was piecing itself back together. The man glared at his opponent, confused about why his attacks couldn't reach him. His squad was wondering the same thing.

Silver what they were thinking and answered their questions. "Humans are logical beings they can rationalize everything they see but they always forget before logic. It was instinct who saved our ass."

He then looks at each of the crowd than to Jeff. "As a martial artist, it hones your instincts into danger and stopped you at a critical moment. You've been relying too much on your time travel powers that you forgot your roots. What a waste, hell Russell maybe a show-off, but the guy doesn't even rely too much on it." Unless it's cooking or math and science.

"Big talk, what does that say about you? Without that power, your nothing! Your nothing but a wannabe comedian whose trying to make a mark. You'll never beat me without it."

Silence, only silence, but everyone knew Jeff had awoken something and he would regret it for the rest of eternity.

For a moment, Silver had lost his smile, replaced by a menacing smirk. Forcing the man to freeze in place.

"Do you want to know why I take everything as a joke?" He asked while trudging to Jeff until the two of them were too close.

"Cause I make badasses look like jokes when I'm serious." He said. "The only reason you lasted this long was because I was expecting more from you. Clearly, you're lower than a third rate gamer."

No one moved nor dared to make a noise, even their breathing slowed to a crawl. The tension was high. This wasn't a fight anymore, this was war.

"You're in my range," Jeff said coldly.

"It's called no-man's-land, scrub. Even a kindergarten martial artist knows this."

Thirteenth and Eighth waited. It seems they were mistaken this one wasn't insane as the fourth is. Which only makes him more dangerous. A creature between the threshold of Sanity and Insanity was an unpredictable being.

They can come up with the craziest plans by using logic or using plain tools, yet receive insane results.

Jeff then raises his arm. "Your dead!" He yells, his trump card activating a Skill that erases a target from time in contact, and tries to punch Silver out of existence. But to their shock it didn't work, instead Jeff nearly trips but gets stopped by Silver who was holding his other hand.

Kengan Ashura Original Soundtrack 01 Clash

"It didn't work?" Thirteenth said in confusion.

"It didn't, as dangerous as that skill is, it's useless if you disrupt the user's focus," Eighth said. "The power of the Gamer may be broken, but it's just a tool that amplifies our nature. Our rhythm in life, the way we want to live. It knows us better than ourselves, but the thing is we always change, and thus the power changes too to suit our environment. A Gamer that can't adapt or relies on it is a dead Gamer.A Gamer who doesn't know the limit of his skill is an embarrassment."

Right in eighth's eyes, Jeff was a baby picking a fight with a lion.

Jeff couldn't believe it, but this man just disrupted his skill like a joke. Trying for another one, Jeff chokes as Silver struck his jugular. "So what's next big guy?" The trickster taunted. The boss then tries for a grab.

"I don't know how he's doing it, but the boss is still bigger than him."

"That's right as soon as the boss grabs he'll break his neck."

Silver grins and trips Jeff before throws a knee kick to the face. Before the man could fall Silver grabs his arm and pulls him up. Stumbling around, he tries for a punch but misses. Silver then throws an uppercut which sent Jeff's world spinning.

The Gamers have seen and observed many battles before, but now they were left bewildered by the inexplicable sight before them. Despite Jeff's size and always starting the attack, somehow, he was the one losing.

Apart from Jeff, few spectators knew what was happening. Silver was controlling Jeff's emotion, thus he controlled his vision, making him miss tiny details that could've been avoided.

If it were a Skill, the Gamer would name it World Alter; the power over the battlefield and the world. Yet this is not a Skill gained through the Gamer but a talent, a talent only Silver possessed, even someone with the same talent can never come close to how Silver used his talent.

The fool grins at his prey. "You know something funny. Your other target, Russell. He may be unpredictable." He then tosses his enemy around like a toy. "But I was the one who taught him that."

Jeff falls to the ground while his hand still in Silver's grasp. His mind finally cleared by rage, he realized his mistake. "This guy..." He thought in fear. "I've been playing to his tune this whole time. What the hell are you?"

"Boss, fight back!"

"He can't! He's in shock!"

Silver raises his foot. "Time's up." He said before crushing his opponent's head. "Class dismissed."

A/N: So what do you think of Silver? Just to clear things up Silver is not a martial artist but someone good at dodging and a knack for punching.