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Elf With A Template System In The MCU

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This is a story about a man who dies on Earth and is reincarnated by Morgan Freeman (God) into the MCU. This MCU will contain elements of other franchises, such as the F4 and X-Men. Rio is turned into an Elf, specifically the LotR variety, with some minor changes here and there. He is also given a Template System. This system allows him to grow in power the more templates of characters he assimilates. The System also has a few features that can be unlocked over time, but Rio will discover these in time. If you ever have any suggestions for a template idea, tell me, I might add them in as I preplan his templates ahead of time to give the story a nice progression. And if I don't want to or decide not to use the idea, I will usually tell you why. Rio will be thrust into the MCU about half a year before events kick off, giving little prep time. He'll have to be careful in a world that doesn't cleanly follow the MCU timeline due to the addition of unexpected people. And importantly, how is he supposed to do anything with point elf ears without looking like a cosplayer? Eh, he'll figure it out. Probably. Maybe. Now, as for what you can expect in terms of his personality. First off, he will be a hero... Sort of. He'll have no issue killing someone if they are a threat or will become a threat. But he won't mindlessly kill everyone he sees. I know the MCU sort of doesn't have that many heroes with no kill rules, but I just wanted to make that clear now. I would probably place him as a Lawful Neutral to Chaotic Neutral if that helps. Also expect him to be an assassin build in the early chapters, but he might evolve into something else as the story progresses. There will be a harem, but as with basically all my stories, the harem and romance are never the main focus and almost always take place at the end of the story. So it's Harem, but also for the most part it's not. So if you hate harem stories because they do the gotta catch 'em all, don't worry, I try to keep it to three or less. But it's your choice if you want to pass on this story. And the slots haven't been filled yet, so if you have suggestions, let me know. ----------------------- Now, for the details on what you can expect from me. I will make the chapters around 1500-2000 words, and I anticipate releasing them Monday-Friday. Except for the occasional holiday, in which I may release two chapters. If you notice any errors or mistakes in any of my content, then let me know, and I will usually fix it, and if I don't, then I will at least let you know why. I read almost all the comments, so let me know what you think. Lastly, I use Grammarly, but both it and I can make grammar mistakes, so let me know if you find any. Until next time, Ciao.
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