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DC:Dead Knight

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Since the age of nine, Ethan Bradley had a dream: to become a real-life superhero. A genius with a mind far beyond his years, Ethan mastered fields like biophysics, bioengineering, and biochemistry before most kids learned long division. But beyond the accolades and breakthroughs, Ethan harbored an obsession—a vision forged in the fires of comic books and childhood fantasy: to save the world not just through science, but through strength. To uplift the innocent and crush the wicked. To become more than human. To become… the Dead Knight. After surviving the horrors of war as a soldier and earning worldwide recognition as a brilliant scientist, Ethan’s reality remains hollow. Haunted by the deaths of those he’s loved, plagued by freak accidents, and crushed under a system that rewards submission over innovation, he returns night after night to his dark lab—tinkering, testing, recording—desperately chasing a dream that refuses to die. When a sudden heart attack leaves him dead on the cold floor of his lab, Ethan believes it’s over. Until he awakens… not in Heaven or Hell, but in a surreal limbo under a blood-red sky. There, a mysterious gentleman in a suit and top hat greets him—an ancient being claiming to be The Presence, the god of fiction, the very embodiment of all comic lore ever written. And the Presence has an offer. Ethan Bradley, the failed superhuman, the broken genius, is given a second chance—not in his own world, but in the world of legends. He is sent into the DC Universe, where gods fly, demons scheme, and mortals rise to meet the divine. There, he must forge a new life—not as a scientist or a soldier, but as a hero. But he isn't sent to the main universe. He is sent to The Absolute Universe. I own nothing except my Original Characters
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“Compassion. What is compassion? Is it strength, or weakness. Is it mercy, or a half a measure? Is it a sign of naivety or experience? Or perhaps, it is one of those things that tread the line of ruin and preservation, it’s true meaning known only to gods. I wonder, what do you think of compassion?” “Compassion? For me, it is like a sword. One which you wield from the blade, not the grip.” ……………. Reshi’s life was not a happy one. His childhood was one of poverty, and a family barely keeping it together. It wasn’t a particularly fun childhood, so he decided to end it early. How? Well, he joined the army, where he was turned from child to weapon, expertly wielded by the republic. There he had met many great people, and he had seen them die also. A terrible life really. One that he wasn’t too sad to say goodbye to. After speaking to an extremely convincing deity, he decided to cash in his death for a new life, a glorious one from one of his favourites new novels. The life of a spoiled, and more importantly, rich young noble. Which he had been given….for all of thirty minutes. He had been placed in the body of a hated antagonist, one that only existed in a flashback backstory. His fate was destine to be pathetic, his end pathetic, loved and remembered by no one. But Reshi had already gone through that once. So this time he was determined to change things. To do something about his shitty fate, so that for the first time in two lives, he could carve out a little corner of peace for himself in the world, and maybe even find some happiness to go along with it. [[[[[This is a rewrite of my first novel, that I barely even began, so I’m still quite a new writer, open to any feedback.]]]]]]
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