this story is to Chanel all my chaotic impulses I will release a new story that actually has plot not just random chaos 

50 power stones =1 chap
100 power stones =2 chapters
200 power stones = 3 chapters
400 power stones = 4 chapters
and so on


Chapter 1: Punch First, Think... Later Maybe

In the heart of New London—a city rebuilt from the ruins of Sokovia, Diagon Alley, and Backlund—chaos was just a Tuesday.

Our hero? His name was Rick Wyllis.

No one knew where Rick came from. Not even Rick. He just sort of... woke up in Knockturn Alley one day, holding a flaming sword in one hand, a wand in the other, and muttering something about “punching reality in the face.”

He stood six-foot-four, muscles like they were chiseled by a drunk Michelangelo, and a smile that said, “I am too stupid to fear you, and that makes me dangerous.”

He wasn’t actually stupid. He just didn’t bother with unnecessary thoughts like “Is this a good idea?” or “Should I ask questions before I deck this guy in the jaw?”

Rick was a Knight of the Evernight Pathway—though he mostly called it “the spooky punch path.” He wielded chaos like a conductor with a lightning rod, and that was before you gave him coffee.

“Alright,” Rick muttered, walking into the Ministry of Sorcery and Interdimensional Affairs. “Someone summoned a Sefirot-class entity again. Why is it always a Sefirot? Can’t we just get a ghost or a rabid house elf?”

Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Plot Devices, Poultry, and the Prophecy of the Peep