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After a vending machine accident, an otaku meets a deity resembling Morgan Freeman and is reincarnated as Eddard “Ned” Stark to save the Game of Thrones universe. To survive, he secures three wishes: usage of The Force (adapted to the Old Gods and Direwolves), intuitive civilization-building knowledge, and a 10x growth multiplier for training.

[Mature Content]“The brightest light casts the darkest shadow”Eirin lived her life in the shadows of her precious friend, but she soon fell into deep chaos after she stumbled upon a humanoid that tried to take her life without an ounce of hesitation. She was saved by a group of people who wielded unknown abilities, and the moment she woke up, it all felt like a nightmare.Just when she thought she had escaped death, the people who saved her are now the ones after her life. Misfortunes started going her way, and creatures unknown to her appeared one by one, taking the most precious person away from her and leaving Eirin in despair.Secrets started unfolding, and the monster Eirin sought for so long was not the one she expected them to be.

Waking up in nothing but a cage would make anyone wonder: What the hell is going on?But fortunately, you’ve been reincarnated with a cheat—a system designed to help you escape this dire situation.Now, with the gacha system to guide you, navigating this dangerous world of Marvel becomes a little more manageable. After all, you never know when a certain guy might kick off a population control program, another might decide to play humanoid chess, or yet another starts scheming to rule over everyone.Wait… wasn't that last one kind of the same? Anyway, it's a perilous world, and you were thrown into it without even being asked.So, good luck to me!*******A fanfiction set in the Marvel Universe with gacha elements.It's slow life at first and then it paces.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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