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[COMPLETED! For more of my work, check out my new book that's coming out: The Fourth Savior is Powerless! https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-fourth-savior-is-powerless_19917082105816805]

Pethant Ouph was the laughing stock of the Cameraman's Association in a city filled with superhumans, and his life would be forever changed when he met the unassuming Jon Bo, the world's strongest cameraman.

'With every legendary fight throughout history, there had always been a need for a witness to tell the tale. Some say the one who is able to capture it is logically the strongest of them all.'

Be it the groundbreaking clashes of professional fighters, the bloody debut of superheroes, breakouts at the most dangerous prison, a war between the National Treasure superhumans of two tyrannical governments, or a squabble between the two of the world's ten strongest superhumans, the world's strongest cameraman is always going to be there to stand witness.

Not only for the content, or the fights, but also the occasional panty shots.

Check out the first six chapters and see if this story is for you! 

The first 3 chapters are like the pilot episode of an anime, and the next 3 is the first mini-arc about the bloody debut of the pro hero.

[COMPLETED! For more of my work, check out my new book that's coming out: The Fourth Savior is Powerless! https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-fourth-savior-is-powerless_19917082105816805]

[Also, I love reading and replying to comments, good and bad! Just be a professional cameraman about it!]

[Chat to me on discord: https://discord.gg/5AAyr5r]

[Thanks to the therealsamie_'s IG comment who gave me this ridiculous idea. Writing this for the contest, but had too many wacky ideas to stop there. THE STORY IS ALL PLANNED OUT AND I DO NOT DROP STORIES!]

World's Strongest Cameraman

The office of John Cutter somehow managed to be even more chilly than the rest of the building, and the gusts of wind pumping out from the air conditioners resembled the harsh winds from the top of the Citadel. The entire room was coldly lit with harsh white lights, and it had all of the vibes of an operating room, barring the hard sofa, bright windows and the beautiful landscapes of S Prime beyond it.


John Cutter's standing and working in front of a black board with chalk in his hand, and he gestured without turning around, 'please help yourself with seats.'for


Jon and Bones shared a glance and their shared thoughts were clear: Who the hell speaks like this?


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