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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 flames of Claudia's memories burnt brightly and singularly as she stood still like her statue. Just now, she has pushed her body to the absolute limit by unleashing every single ounce of remaining heat within her. Her skin felt like the burnt pieces that were thrown back into the deepest corners of the pizza oven, so charred and brittle and even the slightest breeze can break it apart and the slightest movement can peel it off her body.

There were tingling sensations all throughout her body, and the after-effects of her letting lose her heat death applied a constant toll on her body. The echoing of pain bounced within her, amplifying with the return of her sensations as time goes on.

However, nothing she suffered physically compared to what she heard mere moments before. With the sound and voice distorted, coming from a body that was broken up, patched in and barely put together, from a voice she still haven't got used to....

The Charred Present