Front row warning! ! ! This is not a typical fanfic! ! ! It is closer to the author's stew of various myths. It is mainly written for myself, so there are many weird personal thoughts and opinions. It is an experimental work! ! ! If I could complete the ending, most people would definitely break their guard and scold me! ! ! Unfriendly to all characters! ! ! Anyone who just wants to eat and not Akaashi, run away! ! ! It might poison you to death! ! ! The ending has been decided and is really, really rocky! ! ! If you feel something is wrong, run away! ! ! Stop wasting your time and feelings here! ! !
If you can accept it, you are welcome to comment and rationally discuss the ideas or plot in the article, and accept well-founded rebuttals.
In the DC comics, most of the DC comics I read so far are DC-related, and most of them are Superman-related, so they may contain a lot of stereotypes. Comments are welcome to correct errors and provide comic guidance.
If you don't update it regularly, you may get stuck.
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When Eleanor Rhys wakes up, she finds herself thrown into a sick world. The sickest part is that there really are superheroes in this world.
Ellie was silent at a certain blue scout who had just flown over her balcony. God knows how she, an ordinary person, can live a peaceful life in a world where there are really super heroes, who fight against each other every day, and where every day is either the past tense of destruction, the present continuous tense of destruction, or the future tense of destruction.
But dear Ellie, you know what? In this universe, this is far from the standard of being sick.
Are you ready to see, step by step, what's really wrong with the world, my dear protagonist, Ellie?
Purpose: The author's personal myths are stewed