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In the Marvel Universe But as Superman

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As the Kryptonian son blessed with a body of steel, heat vision, and a bio-electric aura, Clark’s original goal in life was simple. Protect Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Look after his nerdy little brother, Peter Parker. Watch over the friends and family around him. And, if possible, enjoy a perfectly ordinary high school life. But in a place like the Marvel Universe, things never go the way you want them to. Then one day, one of Oscorp’s genetically altered spiders got loose. Peter was bitten. Gwen was bitten. Even their Asian classmate Cindy got bitten. Faced with three freshly awakened, hot-blooded “little spiders,” all itching to hit the streets and play vigilante, Clark could only let out a helpless sigh and switch into his behind-the-scenes demon drill instructor mode. “If you want to be superheroes, you’ll have to survive my attacks first!” And so, under Clark’s influence, everyone’s entire style took a sharp turn off the rails. Kingpin: “Who...”
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This is a fan translation of 求你让我上英灵座吧 The original author is 洛州白马 Art is by @km_mechi Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === "I transmigrated into the Nasuverse and gained recognition from the Root itself. As long as I can manage an unnatural death, I’ll ascend to the Throne of Heroes—becoming its master, stronger and freer than any of the Seven Grand Servants." "So, I started courting death all across the Nasuverse." "I openly insulted the King of Heroes to his face, challenged the almighty Zeus in Greece, abducted Scathach in broad daylight in the Norse realm, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than the Son of God, and in Britain, I went so far as to publicly side with Morgan..." "But tell me—why am I still alive?" ... Fuyuki, 1994. A man of many names: the third companion of the Oldest King, the First Vizier of Mesopotamia, the favored of the Greek gods, King of the Giants in the Norse lands, the divine incarnation who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the prince’s right hand in Camelot... Rovi, whose face was young but whose eyes carried the weight of ages, sat atop the Fuyuki Bridge. With a weary sigh, he looked at the people before him. “So, where do you think it all went wrong?” He lowered his voice, half-pleading, half-desperate: “How about... you kill me? Just let me ascend to the Throne, please—I’m begging you!” Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette, glancing at Artoria beside him, who’d raised Rhongomyniad; at Gilgamesh, whose Gate of Babylon shimmered ominously behind him; at the blood-red spearhead emerging from the shadows of the Land of Shadows...The hand holding his cigarette trembled, just a little. === discord.gg/wisetl
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