The Dream Team, one of the many groups in the Players Society fell into a portal that took them into a whole a new world. A whole world completely different from theirs. Transporting from 1 world to the other...will the Dream Team survive or will they crumble? This is...The doing of a Creator. This book contains: The Dream Team Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Attack on Titan Etc... - Cover drawn by yours truly - (Sorry, I forgot to update the description-) ! Warning ! Cursing Possible cringe Violence (There are fighting in this story-) ! Notices ! None of the characters are mine! (If you found an unfamiliar name from the erm...fandom, than it's an original character of mine, though there will only be one or so) Please note that this story is much inspired by many amazing other creators (No pun intended) and authors. Also, no ships. There is not a single ship in this book, might look like that there is, but there is none. Enjoy!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.