My Hero Academia Fanfiction Oc Gamer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Or maybe he had, and I’d been too distracted to notice. “Really bad.” She shook her head. “But the pack’s soldiers are strong enough to fight. Victory often came at a cost; many injured, many casualties. We don’t celebrate when one of us is hurt. And now Akira is dead; no more sorcery for healing.” Akira had healing powers? I’d never heard that before. How strong had Akira been, and what rank? “So you see… the arrival of the omega is a blessing to us.” She smiled at me as if laying out a gift.

A face straight out of a gothic perfume ad. Seren’s jaw dropped. “No way.” She spun toward the bed, heart thudding, brain racing. The fever. The ornate room. The reflection. The sheer moon-aesthetic of everything. “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare tell me I transmigrated into that stupid book—” Her voice cut off when a glowing blue screen popped into existence in front of her eyes. [System Initialization…] [Welcome, Seren Nightwind. Role: Jealous Rival Omega.]

“That’s Mya Dean. Her name kind of rhymes with yours. She kept me company for the past five years after you left.” Mya walked over and extended her hand. “Hey, Gloria. My name’s Mya Dean, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a member of Wyvern Peak too. I used to be a soldier on the frontline but the war legate transferred me to Battle Warrior Lucas’ troop.” “Lucas? The cowardly Lucas Jenner?” Gloria muttered. “Lucas isn’t a coward anymore. He conquered his fears and is one of the battle warriors now. He has performed countless meritorious services to Wyvern Peak,” said Adrian smilingly.

He may start to waver with his decision to let me go after I have clearly hurt his ego too. I then slightly bribed his attorney so as not to reveal my plan to sell all my father's assets and my plan to leave Vegas. I thought I was at the lowest point in my life, so I decided to leave this country so I could start my life over. I will forget all my memories with all of those guys, especially Acelon and Zyan. They are a really strange combination. Actually, Acelon is an evil demon who is full of dictatorship, while Zyan, he is like an angel who wants to save me from the embrAcelon of the evil devil who has been claiming my life as his.

She clicked the lighter off, her eyes locked on his. Ray folded his arms, his expression recovering its usual smugness. “I’m a professor, Arda. It’s my word against yours.” “So you admit it?” “I admit nothing,” he replied smoothly. “But go ahead—try to expose me. You’ll only end up in a mental institution.” Arda hesitated, realizing he was right. No one would believe her story. Ray’s smirk grew, and he let out a mock howl, his amusement clear. Then, his eyes turned an eerie gold, a chilling confirmation of his true nature. He was a gamma.

Every student or teacher those monsters kill drains one Life Point from every player in the instance. We can’t just hide. If the NPCs die, we die with them. “We have to let them in!” The voice is young, strained. It’s Jax, the wiry rookie with the ‘Mirage’ Ability. He’s staring at a girl clawing at the glass. “We can’t just watch them die. It’s not right.” His idealism hangs in the air for a second before Luna ‘Spark’ Chen crosses the space and slaps him, hard. The crack echoes.

She couldn't understand sign language at all. I lowered my hands, pulled out my phone, and quickly typed a sentence. [I'm LeoWinter. The one whose ID has been linked with yours in the game.] My heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Gaming was the one place where I could truly relax. And meeting AutumnWind had been the biggest reason I'd kept playing all these years. Would she be as excited as I was? Unable to stop myself, I looked toward Madison expectantly. But there was no excitement. No joy.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

And after a quick smile I let him tug me to the field. “Farah, I’d like you to meet Ace, our head Epsilon warrior and trainer.” My eyes trailed up a chest of scars. Some burns, others giant slices and jagged lines. Like a canvas of pain. But he stood straight and proud showing off the proof that he was indeed the head warrior. His hair was a short blonde and his blue eyes rather vacant. My mouth must have shown shock. Because he simply winked. “I don;t bite sweetheart. Unless you ask.” he chuckled. I let out a nervous chuckle. “Nice to meet you.” I reached my hand out. The giant before me took my hand in his rough calloused one and brought it to his lips.