Monster Battle Manga

Encounter between the three characters: BBB is the demon of Gluttony Devilun is the demon of sloth Kupyadel is the angel of love
The mistress becomes a dangerous demoness
“Panel 1: A wide shot of a brick-like wall of cells. Panel 2: Epi the Guardian stands in front of the wall. Dialogue: 'We are Epithelial! We line the body and keep germs out!' Panel 3: Epi blocking a cartoon germ with a shield.”
Dai from universe j and universe n have met. Although unwilling, their differing ideals forced them to confront each other, and they were ready to face each other.
Character 1 flies up into the air suddenly, making character 2 look up in shock. character 3 jumps behind character 2, a determined look on her face.
Chapter Intro: The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed. Scene 1: Descent into Secrets Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame. - Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy. - Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle. - Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow. Hokage (gravely): “This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.” Kuroda (to Shawn): “Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.” Scene 2: The Memory Stone A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash. Shawn (wincing, voice strained): “It’s… calling me.” He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern. Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest. Riftborn King (voice like thunder): “You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.” Shawn (steady, eyes glowing): “I’m not your heir.” Riftborn King: “You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.” The King raises a hand. The vision shatters. Scene 4: The Eye Evolves Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center. Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing): “Shawn! What happened?!” His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle. Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying): “Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.” His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. Shawn (voice low, eyes burning): “I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.” Scene 5: The King’s Herald The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone. Riftborn Voice (disembodied): “The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.” The sigil vanishes. Silence falls. Hokage (to Team 0): “You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.” Scene 6: Final Panel Full-page spread: Team 0 stands before the glowing memory stone. - Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power. - Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips. - Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand. Narration box: The King has awakened. The Eye has remembered. And the war for reality has begun.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
There all gathered at a meeting in a castle talking about how there gonna stop the hunters for ruining Dracula's plan with the black hair
RISE ABOVE THE CLOUDS PANEL:1 Morning sky,soft golden clouds Narattor:Every sky begins with a sunrise … and every hero begins with a doubt Tharaneesh: what if I’m not strong enough? PANEL:2 Sarveswaran flying beside him Sarveswaran:strength isn’t power .its belief PANEL:3 Broken sky bridge hanging between clouds . Narrator :the sky bridge collapse leaving many clouds villagers trapped Villages :helping us ! PANEL:4 Tharaneesh looks down nervous Tharaneesh : its too for .... I might fall PANEL:5 Sarveswaran places a hand on his shoulder Sarveswaran :courage is talking the step anyway PANEL:6 Tharaneesh leeds-light sorrounds SFX :SHINE ! NARATTOR :The movements he believed, the sky responds PANEL:7 Sky bridge reforms with glowing Villagers :you did it PANEL:8 Tharaneesh smiles , standing taller Tharaneesh :I guess I was strong all alone . FINAL PANEL Both heroes watching the sunset Narattor:when you rise above fear ,you didn’t just touch the sky
Generatr an image of me in the manga of blue lock facing against hugo right besides eaxh other, im wearing an italian world cup shirt and short while hugo is wearing the france qolr cup kit, im looking at him with my slender man aura behind me (make it loook as realistic as possible) while hugo has his robot character aura behind him, between us is the referee flipping a coin, make it look like manga edition with down sbow a shadow image of the world cup, both of us are carrrying a triangular flag with their nationality on their, i jave my best haircut (looking like jude bellingham's haircut but coily), make it look manga edition with panels dividing the page with this bluelock type drawing down there the narrator say two captain in the final one team to win!!! The stadium had already swallowed the world. Just be creative with myy image dark chocolate skin, with an oblong face, thick eye brows, almond eyes, deffined chick bbone, 6 foot 2, strong posture with a sleeeve. As for he is a 6foot 2 guy with lovely cat eyes with sharp eye lashes sharp eye brows sharp oval face light skinned with a nice fluffy dark hair and strong body posture. Before the match even began, before the roar of the crowd reached its peak, there was only silence—the kind of silence that exists right before destiny decides to speak. At home, you were sitting in a dimly lit room. The TV flickered with highlights of Hugo—France’s cold, mechanical prodigy. Every touch he made looked calculated. Every goal looked inevitable. The commentators called him “the machine.” But to you, he was something else entirely. A wall. A final boss. You leaned forward slowly, eyes locked in, expression unreadable. Outside your window, the wind moved trees like waves. Inside, the only movement was Hugo on the screen—turning defenders into shadows, rewriting matches like they were equations. But your aura… didn’t react. It waited. Because you weren’t watching as a fan. You were studying as a predator. Then it shifted. The screen glitched for a moment—just a flicker—but suddenly the sound of the TV faded, replaced by a deep stadium hum. Your room dissolved. The walls stretched into darkness. And then— You were there. Inside the stadium tunnel. Concrete beneath your feet. Floodlights above, burning white. The smell of grass, sweat, and pressure thicker than air itself. You looked down—your boots undone. Slowly, deliberately, you knelt. The world around you paused as you tied your shoelaces. Each knot wasn’t just preparation. It was transformation. Loop. Pull. Tighten. With every movement, something inside you sharpened.Your posture changed. Your shoulders straightened. Your presence expanded. The sleeve on your arm caught the light, and for a moment, it looked like armor rather than fabric. Behind you, something stirred. A dark, elongated silhouette formed—towering, distorted, almost unnatural. A slender, suffocating aura. Not loud. Not flashy. Just inevitable. On the other side of the tunnel, Hugo stood. France kit perfectly pressed. Eyes glowing faintly like a system running calculations no human could see.Behind him, the air bent. Metallic fragments formed a robotic outline—cold, precise, emotionless. A machine made of victory. No hesitation. No fear. Only execution. Between you both, the tunnel opened into the pitch. And waiting at the center— The referee. Still. Calm. Holding the coin. The world didn’t feel like a stadium anymore. It felt like a courtroom where fate was about to be decided. He raised his hand.The coin shimmered under the lights. And for a split second— Time fractured. You finally stood. Your Italian kit now fully visible, the badge catching light like a declaration of war. Your triangular national flag hung from your hand, fluttering like it had its own heartbeat. Hugo mirrored you across the line. France flag sharp. Controlled. Still. Two captains. Two philosophies. Two monsters shaped by different worlds.The referee flicked the coin. It spun upward—slow at first, then faster, until it became nothing more than a silver blur suspended between heaven and earth. And in that moment— You felt it. Not fear. Not doubt. But recognition. Because across from you, Hugo wasn’t just an opponent. He was the version of greatness the world had already accepted. And you? You were the variable they hadn’t solved yet. The coin began to fall.The stadium held its breath. And your shadow—slender, towering, almost unnatural—leaned forward just slightly… As if already stepping into victory. “Two captains in the final… one team to win.” The narrator’s voice echoed like thunder across reality itself. And when the coin finally hit the ground— Neither of you looked at it first. You looked at each other. Because you already knew. The match didn’t begin at kickoff. It began the moment your eyes refused to blink.
A girl with dark brown short hair with a fringe almost covering her right eye gets turned into the Angel of Independence. She's golden and seminude after her petrification.
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Create Manga/Anime 機甲警察メタルジャック Volume 1: The Resurrection of Justice Cover.
Chapter 1: The Day We Met The sun rose over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting golden light across the rooftops and the stone faces of the Hokage Monument. Birds chirped lazily, and the academy courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Today was the first day of training for the newest class of shinobi — and among them were three who would one day change everything. Shawn stood beneath a tree at the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. His dreadlocks hung low, swaying slightly in the breeze. He wore a dark cloak and a white fox mask clipped to his belt. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence was quiet, but heavy — like gravity itself bent around him. Jaden was already moving. He flipped a kunai between his fingers, sharp eyes darting from student to student. His hair was spiky and wild, and his shirt bore a red flame spiral emblem. One eye shimmered faintly red — a flicker of the Sharingan, maybe. The other was pale, unreadable. He smirked, confident and restless. Then came Isaiah. He arrived late, walking through the academy gates with a slow, deliberate stride. A hood shadowed his face, but the scar over his left eye was unmistakable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. His chakra felt… different. Like something ancient was buried inside him, waiting. The instructor stepped forward, voice firm. “Line up! Today marks the beginning of your journey. You’ll train, you’ll fight, and if you survive — you’ll become shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.” The students scrambled into formation. Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah ended up side by side, silent. They didn’t speak. But something passed between them — a flicker of recognition, a sense of connection. Like their fates were already tangled. None of them knew it yet, but deep inside each of them, something was stirring. A seal. A beast. A mutation. A destiny. And so, the story began.
Two sisters, long-time enemies, finally confront each other.
An officer of a dystopian world fighting against a rebel
Um anjo de seis asas que reza pela paz e esperança.
A Guy name Gojo Soju, a high jujutsu sorcerer that are Gojo clan. Currently need Find a girlfriend and want to Find Strongest sorcerer. (Make manga for me, Strongest other than gojo Satoru ,it's gojo soju (the birth of Strongest). (Do the timeline with current manga Jujutsu Kaisen Modulo))
PANEL 1 Ruang kelas kuno. Bangunan batu. Cahaya matahari masuk dari jendela. Suara murid-murid ribut. Murid A: “Eh, lihat tuh… Jelata datang.” Murid B: “Masih aja sekolah padahal nggak ada gunanya.” --- PANEL 2 Jaylat berjalan pelan. Wajah datar. Tatapan kosong. Duduk di kursi belakang dekat jendela. Narasi (kotak hitam kecil): Nama yang tak tercatat… lebih mudah diinjak. --- PANEL 3 Guru masuk dengan tongkat kayu. Guru: “Hari ini ujian potensi sihir. Siapa pun yang hasilnya tinggi, akan dipilih langsung oleh kerajaan.” Seluruh kelas heboh. Murid C: “Kesempatan jadi bangsawan!” Murid D: “Jaylat pasti paling bawah lagi.” Tawa. Jaylat hanya menatap keluar jendela. --- PANEL 4 Satu per satu murid maju. Bola kristal pengukur sihir bersinar. Guru: “Nilai 7.” “Nilai 5.” “Nilai 8.” Tepuk tangan. --- PANEL 5 Guru: “Berikutnya… Jaylat.” Kelas hening sesaat, lalu terdengar bisikan dan tawa kecil. Murid A: “Palingan 1.” --- PANEL 6 Jaylat berdiri. Langkahnya tenang. Ia menyentuh bola kristal. Dalam satu detik… Kristal menyala terang. Angka muncul: 3 Semua tertawa. Murid B: “Tuh kan.” --- PANEL 7 (ZOOM DETAIL TANGAN JAYLAT) Jari Jaylat sedikit bergerak. Aura hitam tipis mengalir— tapi hanya terlihat sekilas. Angka di kristal sebenarnya bergetar di dalam: 3… 40… 200… ∞ Namun dari luar tetap terlihat angka 3. Narasi kecil: Mengurangi kekuatan jauh lebih sulit daripada melepaskannya. --- PANEL 8 Guru menghela napas. Guru: “Seperti biasa… rendah.” Jaylat tersenyum kecil. Jaylat (dalam hati): “Bagus.” --- PANEL 9 (MALAM HARI – ASRAMA) Jaylat berdiri sendirian di halaman belakang. Bayangannya di tanah… tidak mengikuti gerakannya. Bayangan itu memiliki tanduk. Tanah mulai retak perlahan. Suara dalam bayangan: “Kau terus menahan diri… sampai kapan?” Jaylat menutup mata. Jaylat: “Selama dunia masih bisa berjalan tanpa dihancurkan.” Aura hitam menghilang. Retakan tanah kembali normal. --- PANEL TERAKHIR Keesokan paginya. Kerajaan mengirim utusan ke sekolah. Utusan: “Kami mendeteksi lonjakan sihir abnormal tadi siang. Seseorang di sekolah ini menyembunyikan sesuatu.” Close-up wajah Jaylat. Tatapan berbeda dari biasanya. Narasi akhir: Mereka mulai mencari Raja Iblis… Tanpa tahu ia duduk di kursi paling belakang.
Xochi, 19 and Mexican-American, gets turned into the Angel of Independence, a seminude and golden statue located in Mexico City. Xochi has dark brown short hair with a bang nearly covering her right eye and has light green eyes. Xochi is seminude and has golden wings along with a laurel wreath in the right hand and a broken chain with the left with the original pose.
The 3 characters stand silently atop a large basin overlooking a sprawling city below them. Dark storm clouds are at the outskirts of the city. Lighting cracks as it bears down upon the city.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
superhero story
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Character 1 turns to character 3. Character 1: "Solvias! I command you to take Arctos to safety." Character 3: "Yes my lord!" Character 1: "I shall face Marius myself..." Character 2: "No Father! Please!" Character 1: "Follow this Pegasus and stay safe my son. You must lead our people now." Character 2, trembles but nods. Character 3: "Fly now my Prince!" Character 2 and 3 fly from the basin. Character 1 watches them fly away and says solemnly ; "Survive my son..."
Комикс в жанре супергероики. Три супергероя — “ax^2+c=0”, “ax^2+bx=0” и “ax^2=0”. Каждый спасает мир своим методом решения. Герой без c умеет делить на x: на кадре x(ax+b)=0, герой без b умеет извлекать корень: на кадре ax^2=-c, третий герой решает мгновенно: на кадре x=0. Вставь динамичные кадры, где они показывают свои формулы как суперсилы. Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя
When you surrendered... when you were on that ship..." "You didn't lose me," Lisa said firmly. "You came for me. You and that ridiculous, wonderful crew drove a burning spaceship through a dreadnought to get me back. You don't get to doubt us anymore, Mia. We're inevitable." Mia let out a laugh that turned into a sob, and then she was leaning forward, burying her face in Lisa’s neck. Lisa held her, rocking gently, feeling the tension bleed out of her wife's shoulders. "I love you," Mia mumbled into Lisa’s collarbone. "I know," Lisa murmured, kissing the top of her pink head. "Now, are we going to spend our honeymoon crying, or are we going to order room service and see if this 'king-sized' bed can actually withstand a wrestling match?"
Black Verse:-A world of darkness and demons "Dark World", a palace surrounded by mountains "Ryomen palace", where demon lord of destruction had ruled.he is planning to destroy Earth.Our heroes "Namoshi" (main character) and his brother Antaro have to leave Earth to stop him.Namoshi has the power of lightning and thunder and his brother Antaro have power of fire and lava.they say some verses to get their powers and abilities.
reze makimayla olan savaşı kazanacak ve denji yle kaçacaklar ve mutlu bir hayat sürsünler konuşma balonları olsun
This is a wild, satirical concept—very Jujutsu Kaisen meets true crime commentary. Here is the English translation, keeping the dramatic, "shonen-style" flair intact. Comic Title: "Domain Expansion: Paradise Lost vs. Party Purgatory" The Concept: The Battle of Infernal Domains In an interdimensional plane of existence where "cursed energy" generated by vice and infamy takes physical form, the greatest transgressors do not fight with fists, but with the expansion of their psychic "Domains." Here, Jeffrey Epstein and Diddy clash to determine who is the true "Master of Modern Darkness," each projecting his own twisted vision of power and corruption. The Plot Act I: The Summoning of Domains The story opens in a "Non-Place"—a floating arena amidst clouds made of broken TV screens and burnt banknotes. Jeffrey Epstein, possessing a cold and calculating aura, his snow-white hair reflecting moonlight even in the day, smiles sardonically. He has just activated his Domain Expansion: "The Temple of Secrets." The environment transforms: the Non-Place vanishes, replaced by a spectral, lush version of his private island (Little Saint James). Skeletal palm trees stand against a violet twilight sky. A colonial villa, elegantly sinister, rises at the center. The air is thick with recorded whispers, the echo of contracts, and the distant thrum of a landing helicopter. On the island, instead of sand, there are fragments of shredded legal documents. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Epstein’s domain is that anyone who enters is immediately ensnared in a web of legal debt, non-disclosure agreements (NDAs), and implicit blackmail, manifesting as invisible, suffocating chains. On the other side, Diddy—with an expression of brazen arrogance, wearing a fur coat that sparkles with strobe lights and sunglasses reflecting a million paparazzi—does not hesitate. With a defiant cry, he activates his Domain Expansion: "The Endless Party." Epstein’s domain is torn asunder by an explosion of neon lights and deafening sound. The island partially fades, giving way to a futuristic, chaotic, and bottomless nightclub. Champagne bottles explode into clouds of sticky foam. Virtual dancers with distorted celebrity faces perform in loops. The air is saturated with the smell of sweat, expensive perfume, and a faint scent of "baby oil" that is anything but innocent. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Diddy’s domain is that anyone who enters is forced to dance incessantly, suffering a sensory bombardment that renders them unable to think clearly, while being slowly "anointed" and weakened by a shimmering oil that leaves them vulnerable to manipulation. Act II: The Clash of Cursed Powers The two "masters" face off at the intersection of their domains. * Epstein manipulates his island: the trees transform into legal tentacles attempting to seize Diddy; the ocean waves are made of "dirty money" trying to drown him; and the villa’s screens project compromising videos intended to paralyze his reputation. His attacks are based on "Secret Information" which, when they land, reveal the opponent's weaknesses and past crimes. * Diddy responds by evoking the "Eternal Celebration": subwoofers launch soundwaves that shatter the structures of Epstein’s island. Giant champagne bottles transform into explosive projectiles. The oil permeating his domain becomes a corrosive substance that dissolves Epstein’s legal documents. His attacks are based on "Distraction and Corruption," aimed at eroding the opponent's will and making them "lose control" of their facade. During the fight, they exchange venomous barbs that, in this comedic context, sound like boasts of their own infamy: Epstein: "You’re just a novice! I built an empire on omertà, not some block party!" Diddy: "Old man! I reinvented the game! You were just an amateur with a checkbook! I have the charisma!" Act III: The Collapse of Domains and the Supreme Revelation As the two grow more enraged, their domains begin to merge into a grotesque mess: an island with built-in nightclubs, palm trees dancing to trap music, and legal contracts swirling like confetti. At the climax of the clash, a third entity manifests. It is not a being, but a gargantuan "Eye of Public Opinion" that opens above them, surrounded by millions of smartphone screens. This eye does not judge; it simply observes, recording every single infamy. The power of this "Eye" is so great that both domains—built on secrecy and distraction—begin to collapse. The Eye is not an attack, but a simple revelation. In that moment, Epstein and Diddy realize that the true "curse" is not their enemies, but the constant and inexorable surveillance of a world that, eventually, sees and judges everything. The comic concludes with the two trapped in a "non-place" made of cell phone screens showing their own misdeeds. They realize their "battle for dominance" was in vain. Neither can truly win when their very existence is under the world's merciless spotlight. Visual Style and Tone * Tone: Black comedy, grotesque and surreal satire, with a touch of existential horror. * Art Style: Highly detailed and dynamic, with a sharp contrast between the perverse elegance of Epstein’s domain and the gaudy excess of Diddy’s. The Domain Expansions should be visually spectacular and unsettling at the same time. * Colors: A rich and vibrant palette with heavy light-and-shadow contrasts, turning almost psychedelic during the Domain Expansion phases.
Комикс в жанре супергероики. Три супергероя — “Тип без b”, “Тип без c” и “Тип без b и c”. Каждый спасает мир своим методом решения. Герой без b умеет делить на x, герой без c умеет извлекать корень, третий герой решает мгновенно. Вставь динамичные кадры, где они показывают свои формулы как суперсилы. Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя
In an era where six Supremes mark the absolute ceiling of existence, the world moves under a quiet, grinding tension: five Supremes stand revealed, anchoring nations, deterring wars, and defining the limits of power, while the sixth vanished long ago without death, omen, or echo, leaving behind not silence but a sense of deliberate containment that only beings at that level can feel; kingdoms ring their borders with alliances and naval forces, especially along the eastern ocean where island chains hide ancient mana scars, academies promote Gifted through rigid ranks obsessed with combat metrics and measurable mana, blind to the truth that Supremacy is not earned but survived, and above it all walks the MC, a Supreme who abandoned the system itself after realizing it was not a ladder but a cage, designed after the disappearance to prevent another from breaking reality the way the missing one nearly did; as nations posture, research forbidden spells, and quietly fear escalation, the MC senses what others refuse to name, that the missing Supreme did not fall or transcend but uncovered something beyond Supremacy and chose exile or imprisonment to stop it from cascading, making the current balance an illusion sustained by fear and ignorance, and as cracks spread through mana laws, island anomalies stir, and Supreme senses begin to distort, the story moves toward an inevitable convergence where the MC, the vanished Supreme, and the system meant to bind them are forced into collision, deciding whether the world remains stable, ascends, or shatters under the weight of truths it was never meant to hold.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Panel 1: Gamer at computer dies Panel 2: Baby held by queen in castle Panel 3: Young prince with magic book Panel 4: Prince summoning fire magic Panel 5: Prince fighting dragon Panel 6: Prince becomes demon king
tydasuk estaria treinando seus golpes de Taekwondo, ansioso para o próximo torneio que ira vir, usando um kimono que japoneses usam, então seu vô interfer seu treino, acalmando tydasuk e que ele precisa acreditar na própria força, então tydasuk fica aliviado, e agradece seu vô pela mensagem positiva, então seu vô diz que ira treinar junto com eles, e ambos acabam treinando juntos, para tydasuk fica mais forte para o próximo torneio
michael kaiser from bluelock with cape blowing in the wind
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Blair is a young warrior in his mid 20s with a short beard and a short mustache. He has short brown hair and is 5'7. Lilith is the demon of lust, crimson skin with horns, demonic wings and sharp claws. Lilith is 6 ft tall, taller then Blair. The story starts with Blair infiltrating Lilith's castle. He makes his way to Lilith's throne room where he confronts her, sitting on her throne. Blair readies his sword, however Lilith is completely calm. She rises from her throne and walks towards him. She seduces him with her words, inviting him close to her, all he has to do is put down his sword. Blair puts down his sword, seduced by Lilith and makes his way to her. Lilith embraces Blair and the two kiss.
Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant.
Una joven estudiante de secundaria recibe el poder magico del agua al romper un sello antiguo de demonios, al hacerlo un joven mitad demonio le ayudara a restaurar el sello que rompio