Puppeteer

Puppeteer

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"Think more of a puppeteer." She grinned, mimicking playing with puppets. Slowly, two of them appeared in her hands, dancing along. "We can make you do stuff by your own accord, or so it seems." One of the boys stopped. The girl pulled a string, causing it to slap the other. "See? You feel like you're in control, but really you're not." She shrugged, the illusions vanishing. "Reality can be cruel." A glint gleamed in her blue eye, glitching in the lights. "So... people wrap themselves in their illusions of life, and I can control them." *** She was a perfect child. Straight A student, topping her classes. The cute, nerdy daughter of a rich CEO director. Pushed into the mold of perfection. Hiding behind the thin veil of reality. But as silk rips with harsh blows, so did hers. Illusions merged and formed within her, now driving her paths. An optical illusion is an illusion caused by the visual system and characterized by a visual percept that appears to differ from reality. They trick the brain into thinking something that's not real, is in fact real. A young woman who can harness illusions and bend them for her will is a valuable aspect to the government, or good for experiments. Landscapes, emotions, and reality are all things she can lead the human brain to think are real. As a mentally unstable college student with an abusive father, she often gets herself into trouble, casualties sometimes resulting in police assistance. After one bad accident, she is found to be inhuman, leading on a wild run from officials claiming they want to help, but as an illusionist, she knows what reality is. They want to test her and see if they can mimic what she does. They want to weaponize her. Fighting against time and sensibility, she must find a way to live in a world where supers are mimicked and family is lies, before the reality fades and illusions take control. *Everyone started out just a little insane But we learn pretty quick how to fake it for the game*
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"Nothing has value. Everything is useful." Dear reader, have you ever heard of the Transforming Hero genre? You know the one- average guy (either a cinnamon roll or absolute filth) gets a transformation device, shouts something cool, and BAM! He's kicking evil's ass while surrounded by explosions and collectible power-ups designed to milk your wallet! Yeah. That genre. So imagine my excitement when I, an unapologetic tokusatsu nerd, get flattened by the infamous Truck-kun and wake up in a fantasy world full of magic and not urban fantasy... Also, I reincarnated as an elf girl with a monstrous mana pool and long-ass lifespan... PERFECT! Because my wish wasn't to be the hero. No no no. My dream is to be the crazy scientist behind the hero. The one making the flashy transformation belts, overpowered weapons, and seasonal collectible gadgets that make kids scream and parents cry. And thanks to my elf perks, I can finally build all that! One catch though... I need high-quality materials. Like "boss-tier monster drops" level. So I join the Hero's Party to harvest rare loot. unfortunately the so-called "hero" is a walking red flag. Super OP? Yes. Handsome? Sure. Morally bankrupt manipulator who brainwashed an entire harem using his Cheat? Absolutely. Luckily, I'm immune- probably because I died bricked up over transforming gadgets and people in suits rather than the people... and not because a certain title. There this one poor sap who is just the luggage carrier now. (He's carrying my stuff too- heaviest bag, no regrets.) Apperently he stayed to watch over his childhood friend? GHAHAHAAHA. HOW AMUSING! So I made a choice. That guy? He's getting my first transformation belt. And he's going to use it to wipe that smug, sparkly grin off Mr. Blessed's face.

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