Before my...unplanned and unwanted forced vacation on Earth Bet, I was an avid fan of the whole Isekai plot in anime's and manga's. Heck, Self Inserts were by far may favorite fanfiction genre's ever, and they were my go to when write a story as well. Being on the receiving end of my own creation however, was exactly something I wished nor wanted really. I mean, I have been in this world for about five years and I can wholeheartedly say that Earth Bet is beyond saving, and that Brockton Bay is an even worst of a shit hole than Wilbow had described.
While I was never a white knight, a captain save a hoe, or even that much of a good guy to begin with. And despite the fact that I wanted to be as far away from the while plotline as humanly possible, I still sorta did get involved a little bit. When I first got dropped in this cesspit, I kinda was still operating on basic human logic and feelings, so I kinda made it my mission to save both Fleur and Annette Hebert from their fated demise.
Due to my actions, a few good things happened that had dramatically changed the course of canon in my opinion. For one, Taylor didn't go to Winslow high school like she had in the original timeline in order to be with her best friend Emma, Oh no that shit did not fly with Annette and she had been forced to attend Arcadia High School instead. And as a result, she ended up making different friends and was thus a while different person than that depressed sack of shit that she would have been in canon.
Another dramatic change was that of Amy's life, and it was all due to me saving Jessica Harrington formerly Miller's life. The second thing that helped her was the fact that Mike didn't move out of Brockton Bay, the fact that with him and Jessica were there meant that Carrol couldn't get away with ninety percent of her bullshit. While Mike was the youngest of the three siblings, he was far from a person you wanted to try and fool, something both Sarah and Carol were painfully aware off.
So as a result, Amy's home life took a dramatic turn for the best as Carol could not pull her bullshit. And when she attempted it, Mike and Jess called her out on it and even went as far as threatening to get social services involved and adopting Amy from her. As a result of all that, Sarah, Neil, and Mike forced both Carol and Mark to get therapy for their issues and should they refuse or quit, they would be publicly suspended from the team indefinitely.
Mark agreed easily, but Carol did so reluctantly. But in the end, her ego couldn't allow her public image to take that blow, and so took the steps needed to 'fix' her problems. Mark even managed to get Vicky enrolled as well, much to Carol's displeasure but after citing that he wanted her learn how to cope with being the daughter of two publicly outed heroes that Carol finally backed down and reluctantly agreed.
Mike and Jessica on the other hand, adopted two boys since it was discovered that Jessica could not have children after getting shot. The two boys Julius Jackson, Melvin James Harrington or JJ and MJ as they liked to be called were the last two residents of a now defunct group home that was ran by an old lady. She had contacted Mike and Jessica via her lawyer, and asked then to adopt the two boys since they had triggered. It was also revealed that the lady was dying and only had a few months at best, and that she had made the young couple her sole beneficiary of her assets upon her death in order for them to in her own words, properly raise the boys.
And in case it wasn't clear, I had used my shaper powers to create not only both JJ and MJ, but the old lady who ran the group home as well. Using Inspired Inventor, I hacked my way into a few databases and revamped one of the many fake businesses, charities, and other useful avenues that had been abandoned by the people who set them up. Funnily enough, about six of the eight I took over were set up by long deceased villains, It was by no means an easy job to scrubbed them clean of any criminal associations, all the while doing my best to keep both Dragon and watchdog off of my ass.
But in the end, I was able to set up and give my fake group home both an identy and a history of excellence. So while New Wave was skeptical, the glowing reviews and positive reputation my group had on file had forced their hands, sure the money the couple received may have somewhat 'helped' their decision of accepting the responsibility of adopting two kids, the bonus was knowing that both children had already triggered and should they go in the system, It wouldn't being before they were in forcefully recruited by the E88 considering the fact despite both children had blonde hair, while one had blue eyes and the other had green eyes. And both features screamed 'Pure Aryan' which sadly, placed them firmly on the Nazi scums radar.
As expected, the news of New Waves youngest power couple adopting two boys sent shockwave through the Bay. something which subsequently nearly broke the power balance in the city. A few days after Shielder triggered, it suddenly clicked in the minds of the cape community that New Wave now had a total of twelve capes on their roster, which was only one less than the Empire 88 and six more than The Protectorate's.
Needless to say, that revelation ended up giving Piggot who was the recently assigned director a fucking conniption. The unstable woman proceeded to thoroughly ruined hers and by proxy the entire PRT's as well as The Protectorate's relationship with the biggest independent hero team in the East Coast. Shit got so bad that, Rebecca Costa-Brown and Legend had to make an appearance to smoothed some feathers.
By the end of the visit, It was wildly known throught the hero community that Piggot was firmly in Costa-Brown's doghouse and was on thin fucking ice. While Cauldron was annoyed at the amount of fire power outside of their control, the help Panacea provided during Endbringer fights, as well as the five free healing she provided their proxy little organizations by healing capes from allnover the United States more than warranted their left alone status.
And the last major changes I did was... well unusual to say the least. It was a few months after saving Annette 's life, I had been on my way back home from the Boardwalk when a gang shoot out broke out between the E88 and one of the many different Asian gangs, that was when it sorta clicked for me. Lung was coming to town in a few months,meaning that he will turn this already volatile city into a warzone by consolidating all the Asian gang into one and ruling over them. According to canon, the ABB were the worst of the worst kind of scums and delt in the most frowned upon criminal activity that there was.
The flesh trade.
Those fuckers main source of income was in human trafficking, they kidnapped, raped, and force these girls into prostitution after 'breaking' them. Some of the unlucky ones were sadly, sold off like cattle to god knows where to be some sick fuckers plaything and never to be seen again. So in an impulsive decision, I decided to create my own villains and have them pull a Lung and take over all the Asian gangs, meaning that by the time that fucker showed up he would be in for rude awakening.
Certainly enough, Lung showed up a month or so later and did his whole I am badass and fought the entire Protectorate roster and soundly handed them their asses. After gloating for a bit, he made the mistaje of declaring that he would be taking over all the Asian gangs and their territories. I don't know If he had done that in canon, but I immediately sent a command to my agent to handle that little lizard dragon lord wannabe.
It was so ironic when an even bigger, meaner, stronger, and even more impressive dragon showed up. Doubly so, when that dragon's form and apperance matched that of an Eastern dragon instead of the western one Lung had. But all that had been irrelevant, because the sheer amount of power that he'd displayed caused the collective capes in the city shit their pants. When I had created that power, I used Kaido's devil fruit as inspiration since it was not only ridiculously strong due to it being a mythical zoan fruit, but for extra juice I also gave im a Shaker power similar to that of storm from the Marvel universe.
So not only could he shoot blasts like a dragon, but also manipulate the weather, shoot lightning on demand, cause earthquakes, call upon rain and wind in order to form violent storms. At his maximum output, he could pull a Leviathan and sink half of the East Coast by himself if he wanted to, and now that I had a good look at lung, I had copied his powers and quickly upgraded my version of Kaido with even more juice.
He now had the ability to grow like Lung while in conflict, but where Lung loses his mind and his shard can get tired, Kaido had none of these weaknesses. His limit was about five miles in length, which drawfted Lungs thirty feet limit by a ridiculous margin. By the end of the fight, the boat graveyard had been completely swept away, and due to Shenron's actions none of the coastal parts of the city were heavily damaged. His actions showed that even in intense combat, he still had not only the awareness, but also the strenght to minimize both collateral damage and casualties.
If that wasn't enough, the thorough ass whooping Lung received left him knocking on deaths door. The members of All Asian Alliance or Triple A had tied him up, and followed their leader to personally deliver him to the front steps of the PRT as an offering. Upon arrival, Shenron had been met by the visibly bruised and battered form of Miss Militia where, he proceeded to apologize for the ruckus, as well as for the damages and going as far as to vowed to have things fixed free of charge.
He had also made it vwry clear that, he was not interested in starting troubles with neither the PRT, Protectorate, or even make a grab at territory. But, he did firmly expressed that should anybody start anything, he would make sure to finish it with extreme prejudice before leaving. True to his words, the next day a bunch of asian workers were seen fixing a bunch of the damaged area's in the city. They had also acquired the help of the DWA, and a few of the other unions in the city in order to help turn things around for the better now that the graveyard was gone. The PRT were seen 'supervising' things, but they mainly stayed far away and didn't start anything and left the workers to go on about yheir business.
The E88 had attempted to start shit, but New Wave and the Protectorate cane down on them like a ton of bricks. By the end of the fight, six of their members had been seriously wounded, and many of theor grunts either arrested, hospitalized, or dead after the police responded fire with fire. Sadly, things only really calmed down after Legend made his second appearance in the Bay in less than a few months, the E88 went silent almost immediately in hopes of not having to tangled with the living laser of the Triumvirate.
So yeah, all this surprisingly only happened in the span of two years. And from two thousand nine to now, the Bay had been relatively quiet to the surprise of many, sure crimes still happened since that was the nature of the beast. But most crimes were really the results of fights and wars between the E88, the Archer Bridge Merchants, and Coil. For their part, the Triple A mainly stayed in their territory and only came out when the other gangs forgot about not pocking a sleeping dragon. Something sadly, Hookwolf, his little entourage, and the Empire had to learn this the hard way. Had it not been for Kaiser personally showing up and paying ransom for their lives, Hookwolf, Stormtiger, and Cricket would have been taking a one way ticket to the after life. By the the time they had been released, they were already at the gates of death.
Apparently, Hookwolf had disobeyed orders and started shit with the Triple A thinking that Shenron and Oni Lee were the only capes in their gang's roster, meaning that a three pronged attack would show them how powerful of a superior race that they were. Well sadly for them, they ran into four ppreviously unknown capes that proceeded to hand them the coldest can of whooping ass for the ages. It was than that, the rest of the Bay finally confirmed the rumors that the Triple A indeed had other capes aside from their top two heavy hitters.
A group of Changers consiting of a Leopard, an Ox, a Lion and a blue Phoenix. The Ox as well as the lion were based on both Roa and Heinkel, two Chimeras from Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood. While the Leopard and Phoenix on the other hand, were based on both Rob Lucci and Marco from One Piece's devil fruits. So, when Hookwolf and his merry band of idiots attacked, the Ox Changer quickly ripped him a new one since I boosted his powers by also giving him Jozu's diamond fruits powers. Hence why, Hookwolf couldn't do jack shit and was given the same treatment Loki received from the Hulk, and was thus bounced off of every surface in the building like some kind of metal basketball.
Cricket on the other hand, was quickly roasted by the blue flames of the Phoenix, and Stormtiger had his spine broken by a devastating kick by the Leopard Changer before he could process what had happened. And if that wasn't enough, he got soccer kicked by the Lion Changer upon landing in front of him just to be safe. All and all, it had taken less than sixty seconds to nearly kill three of the Empire's heaviest hitters.
I couldn't help the chuckle that eascaped my lips just thinking about that video, I almost broke out into a full blown laugh when I saw the part when Kaiser arrived on scene to bargain. He tried to act all composed and in control, until Shenron showed up and threatened to just rip Hookwolf's head off and use it as a cup. I never seen a Nazi trying to use the laws in his favor so fast, his reaction when Shenron started reading all the crimes and deaths associated to the brissle brush reject's name, was even more priceless.
Unfortunately, I was broken out of my wandering thoughts and rudely Interrupted by a familiar voice.
"You know, If I was just some random bystander and didn't you personaly, I would seriously be questioning you sanity right about now. But instead, I will simply ask why in the hell are you just sitting there and laughing to yourself like a loon?"