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ONE SHOT: REBIRTH AND BULLSHIT.(MOSTLY BULLSHIT)

A/N: Based on an idea from C Black Star.

(Black's P.O.V)

Death is a funny thing. Not “haha” funny. More like “surprise colonoscopy” funny—unexpected, uncomfortable, and definitely not covered by insurance.

One second, I was alive. The next? Boom. Darkness. No tunnel, no angels, no sappy montage of all the people I disappointed. Just poof. Gone. Flatlined like a dial-up connection.

I didn’t even get the dignity of a final scream. One moment I’m microwaving leftover pizza, and the next I’m face-first in the afterlife, probably with mozzarella still stuck in my teeth.

And that’s when he showed up.

Some robed asshole with glowing eyes and a voice that sounded like Morgan Freeman gargling thunder. “You have been selected,” he boomed. No explanation. No consent. Not even a “How do you feel about reincarnation?”

Apparently, the cosmic gacha machine landed on my sorry soul, and I got yanked into another universe. Reborn. Rebooted. Respawned. And not just anywhere—no. This wasn't some peaceful farming sim with waifus and chickens. Nope.

Welcome to the DC Universe, bitch.

I woke up in a cave. Not a metaphor. A literal cave. Dank, cold, and with the distinct smell of guano and poor decisions. My head throbbed like I’d just binged every season of The CW’s Arrow in one sitting.

And I wasn’t a kid. Thank God for that. I didn’t need the trauma of going through puberty again. No awkward boners or voice cracks this time. Just me—physically early twenties, mentally a jaded millennial with a god complex waiting to happen.

At least I'm no Gen Z. yuuUckkkhh.

The first thing I noticed? A weird warmth in my chest, like someone had poured hot coffee into my soul and stirred it with a lightning rod.

Then, the voice.

[SUMMONER CLASS: INSTALLED]

[MAGIC CORE: AWAKENED]

[INVENTORY: EMPTY]

[YOU HAVE THREE FREE SUMMONS. ROLLING...]

"Wait—what? Gacha pulls? Seriously?" I sat up, clutching my head. “Did I just get isekai’d with lootboxes?”

Three golden tarot cards materialized in front of me, spinning like the universe was playing roulette with my sanity.

[First Card: SCP-038 - The Cloning Tree.]

“Oh. Oh.” I blinked. “That’s… kinda broken.”

For those reading or watching -or I'm just insane- at home, SCP-038 is a tree that clones anything you press against its bark. Food, weapons, tech—anything non-living gets duplicated like a copy machine with zero ethical oversight.

Infinite resources? Check. Infinite snacks? Double check. I could clone a nuke. Or a sandwich. Priorities, obviously.

[Second Card: Black Clover Grimoire - Adaptive Edition]

The card exploded into light, and in my hand appeared a leather-bound tome, black with glowing red runes. It pulsed with power, like it was breathing. Creepy and badass. My favorite combo.

I opened it. Pages flipped like they were alive. Inside? Stats. Skills. Magic types. My own personal D&D character sheet mixed with the Necronomicon.

Also: Auto-updating, auto-scaling, and totally loyal.

In other words? Cheat sheet from hell. I was literally going to write my own power ceiling.

[Third Card: The Group of Nine (MHA: Heroes Rising Villains - Revived)]

“Wait… no way.” I blinked as the last card shimmered, revealing three familiar figures—Slice, Chimera, and Mummy. Villains. Killers. Psychos.

And now?

My minions.

Cue the villain mastermind evil laugh. MuHAHAHAHAhaCk!- cough! Cough! Okay...moving on.

The grimoire crackled with power as a circle burned itself into the stone floor of the cave. Lightning sparked, energy hummed, and the air turned electric.

Slice appeared first—tall, graceful, blades of living hair twitching like they were tasting the air. Chimera followed, a hulking beast of muscle and fused genetics, his eyes cold but calculating. And then Mummy—short, twitchy, bandages snaking like vipers from his sleeves.

All three stood silently, fully restored, breathing hard like they'd just been yanked from death’s doorstep.

“Where… the hell are we?” Slice asked, voice low and lethal.

“Not hell,” I said, grinning. “Though it might be worse depending on your tolerance for sarcasm, slapstick humor and waaay too much self-awareness.”

Chimera narrowed his eyes. “You summoned us.”

“Guilty. Don’t worry, I didn’t bring you back for revenge or redemption. I’m not a Saturday morning cartoon. Probably. You’re here because I need soldiers. I need power. And you three?”

I leaned back against the cave wall and spread my arms wide.

“You’re my first draft picks.”

They stared at me. For a second, I thought Chimera might rip my head off. Instead, he crossed his arms and grunted. “And in exchange?”

“Dude, c'mon. You get life. Freedom. Power. Do what you want. Kill what I tell you to kill. Use your quirks to the fullest. No collars. No manipulation. Just loyalty when it counts.”

Mummy snickered behind his bandages. “You’re insane.”

“Absolutely,” I agreed. “But I’ve got style, and that’s what counts.”

The grimoire pulsed in my hand.

[BONDS FORMED: SLICE | CHIMERA | MUMMY]

[COMMAND AUTHORITY: ACTIVE]

[PARTY SYSTEM UNLOCKED]

Slice stepped forward, blades twitching. “Fine. I’ll play your game. But if you betray us—”

“You’ll carve me like Thanksgiving turkey. Got it.” I smiled wider. “Welcome to the family.”

And just like that, I had my squad. A grimoire from a magic anime, a reality-bending clone tree I was already planning to use to mass-produce canned coffee and rocket launchers, and three villains who had no idea just how far I planned to take this.

I wasn’t in Young Justice yet. Not officially. I was just a blip. An unknown.

But trust me—the moment I stepped into the light?

I’d burn the world.

One summon at a time. Hehe. Gotta make bad look good again. Way too many relatable villains these days.

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