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Earth's IP Game Designer {BOOK I COMPLETED}

John Waters was your average otaku before his death. After finishing the final manga of one piece (a work that has spanned his entire lifetime) in 2050 he transmigrated to "Blue Star". In a world almost the same as ours, the technology tree seems to have missed a few nodes resulting in high-tech Full-Dive VR equipment without the well-developed game industry and Intellectual Property to go along with the technology. Along with John comes the "Earth's IP" system and with the backing of the "will of the multiverse" he will embark on the journey to bring enlightenment to this high-tech, yet, "un-enlightened backward world" called Blue Star. Of course, I don't own anything but the MC. Thanks to the original creators of all of the amazing IP that will span this entire web novel. Releases will be 3 - 4 chapters a week. #system #naruto #ATLA #SAO #Videogames #Onepiece #Pokemon #assasins creed #skyrim #Fate Cover Image came from State of the art text-to-image AI generator called Stable Diffusion.

Moonwolf1235 · Anime & Comics
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Headmaster

The monitor walked Ian Archer out of the Headmaster's office after their little talk...when Ian left, the Headmaster closed his eyes, and with an uncharacteristic show of perspicacity, the room was filled with muffled laughter...

...

"...haha, *sigh*...that was fun..." I did my best to keep my voice low as I didn't want anyone to hear me, this was truly fun. It's a different perspective than last time...

The first time I dived like a normal Traveler I became a nobody in The Shinobi World who ended up raiding the three great holy places. The second time I became a wealthy and influential Hunter who was killed by my future-*cough*-....

This time, however, I became the Headmaster at Tower Prep, a position of power and influence not only in this school but in the world itself...it's the equivalent of becoming Dumbledore in Harry Potter or Hiruzen in Naruto.....truly a different situation and dynamic but it comes with its own unique set of difficulties...

...

Raven thought about his current situation for a bit, he knew that his current body was a result of Vrai's direct placement of himself in the role...'well, I asked her to make it interesting for me, I guess she predicted that I would have fun.....and well, she was right. I think I understand why old dumbles enjoyed being a behind-the-scenes guy, it's quite fun...'

After ruminating for a bit longer, Headmaster was about to get up and leave....he had a meeting with "The Board" within West campus in thirty minutes, and he shouldn't keep those men and women waiting...

Before he could get up from his chair, he heard a knock on his door...

"Come in..."

Seeing the man approaching his desk after shutting the door, Headmaster sat back in his chair comfortably and focused his full attention..."Coach, everything alright?..."

The Coach nodded but didn't lose his serious face..."The Rooks are starting to move, they're gearing up for pledge week....my man on the inside said that they plan to increase the dose of Corvus H-40 given to the members.....they apparently want to raise the strength of their group quickly for something..."

The Headmaster smiled kindly and replied..."there is no need to worry Coach, it is under my control....simply continue as you were, leave the rest to me..."

Coach wanted to say something else but instead, he just nodded and turned to leave. However, after taking only a few steps towards the door, he heard the Headmaster's next words from behind...

"Keep an eye on Ian Archer, he has great potential and his preflex seems to be of the highest quality...I expect great things from him..."

Coach replied in a resigned yet respectful voice.."Yes....most exalted one..." before he turned and left the office.

.....

Ian Archer walked out of the Headmaster's office alongside the "Monitor" as he was told, he tried making conversation on the way to class as he wanted every bit of information he could get. He didn't care what this place was and even if it was true that his parents sent him here.....he was getting out of this prison school.

"....so, why don't you tell me what's really going on here?..."

"I'm escorting you to class..."

"No, I mean what's really going on...like, how long do students stay here?...what happens if a student fails their classes?...what if a student decides not to do any of their work?..."

She replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world...."One does not move on from a class until you pass, one does not graduate unless you pass all of your classes, and one does not leave Tower Prep until you graduate...."

With a fearful and angry look, Ian responded..." and that doesn't scare you?....you should be disgusted and terrified...."

She shook her head in the negative and responded sincerely..."Before Tower I was shunned and rejected by everyone, it was here that I found my true purpose and calling, why would I be scared?....and those things are all in the past...Headmaster wants us to focus on the here and now."

Ian stayed quiet after that as getting anything of worth out of this sheep was not going to happen...after entering the classroom he was apparently supposed to be in, he heard the teacher speaking as he made his way to his seat...

"....going to convergent evolution, many members of the family procyonidae share characteristics with their placental counterparts including the procendiae, the-.....you're late Mr. Archer, please quickly take your seat..."

In the classroom, one glasses-wearing dork spoke out a joke at Ian's expense that caused the class to erupt in laughter...." and the one thought going through the new guy's head at the moment is, oh god, I hope I don't fart..."

*laughter*

"Disrupting class and inappropriate as always Mr. Forest....since zoology bores you please provide me with a twenty page essay tomorrow on the topic of divergent evolution in the procenidae family..."

After Ian finally took his seat, he saw that laying on his assigned seat table was a folded napkin that, after unfolding, had a message written in polite cursive:

"I'm Scarred Too"