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[WSA 2025 Entry]

[Warnings:
Gore: Blood, limbs, regrets—expect all three.
Dark Humor: This academy’s got no rules, and everyone’s a little messed up. That’s the point.
OP MC: Yes, Sion’s cracked. No, the fights won’t be boring. He’s balanced... sorta.
R18: Not smut. Just spice. Sparse in early arcs.
]

Sion is a gifted boy from a quiet village—with one loud, stupid dream:
Become a superhero.

In a world flooded with Gifts, that dream’s damn near extinct.
The powerful chase money, clout, or carnage.
Lords. Cult leaders. War gods.
Anything but a broke, bleeding do-gooder.

As the great philosopher Sun Tzu once (never) said:
"Saving people as a cult leader is better than saving people as a superhero."
(Don't fact-check. Just vibe.)

This is the tale of:

Sion’s hero journey—through the worst academy imaginable.
Cutthroat tests, overpowered weirdos, and one very troublesome Flower.
A maybe-legend in the making.

Notes for the brave:

The school? Unhinged. No rules. No brakes.
The MC? He’s not a saint. He’s a good guy... with bite.
This isn’t smut. But when it hits, it’ll hit.

25 Golden Tickets = 1 Extra Chapter
100 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter

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Death Academy: My Superhero Enrollment

Kale floated at the center of a battlefield made of sky and shattered time.

All around him, the mountain winds howled. Not from nature—but from distortion.

Hundreds of versions of Smilingdeath stood on air like a swarm of ghosts, each identical. Each grinning. Each holding the same calm expression that no longer looked amused—just inevitable.

A time clone, creating more time clones?

Kale stared, eyes narrowed. "...A clone creating clones?"

"Oh? You look a little outnumbered, prince."

Kale's aura flickered once. The crown atop his head shimmered again—green-gold light flaring across the skyline.

"I've already killed one of you," Kale said. "What difference do a few hundred make?"

The Gap...