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Teen And Up Audiences
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Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceMajor Character Death
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Fandoms:
Parahumans Series - Wildbow崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game)
Additional Tags:
CrossoverOC insertReincarnationCanon-Typical ViolenceEmotional BaggageBrockton BayHerrschers (Honkai Impact 3rd)No beta we die like Dr. MEICharacter ExpieslongficNot a power fantasyNot A Fix-ItAlternate Universe - Crossover DivergenceSI/OC
Language:
English
Series:
Part 1 of Veronika of Bet Next Work →
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Published:2023-01-01Updated:2025-08-07Words:260,031Chapters:63/?Comments:523Kudos:1,366Bookmarks:436Hits:110,882
Selene
Synopsynthesis
Summary:
She's a Herrscher and she's pretty sure she's in the wrong series. Instead of being reborn in that anime world featuring an all-female caste of supersoldiers and a worldwide militant church, she's in a superhero deathworld where people get powers from trauma and is now in an enviable position of facing down two multiversal-scale apocalypses.
Or:
Depressed magical girl punches super nazis and space whales.
A Worm crossover with Honkai Impact 3rd. Because the plot bunny birthed a new one, and now my brain's infested. Playing canon fast and loose because I caught depression while reading it but the fanfics brought me back and gave me a beautiful setting to toy with.
No Beta cause I got no Beta. We're riding with no seatbelts with only Grammarly as my copilot.
If you see Selene on sites that aren't on SB, Ao3, or SV, then that is not mine and someone is stealing my work
Notes:
This thing had no business to have germinated in my mind so quickly.
Chapter 1: Heir 1.0
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Heir 1.0
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Let me tell you a story.
One day, a boy was born. He grew up in a big family, lost a few relatives, and had a single semester in college before a pandemic hit and smothered his social life. He fell into a slump (because we can't call it depression when we never asked or had ourselves diagnosed, can we?) and submersed himself into the fantasies people posted on the internet to the detriment of his responsibilities and obligations. As he reached his final year, he began picking himself back up. He began talking to people again, tried to get most of his requirements submitted on time, and was working his way to getting a driver's license before graduation— or at the very least before his younger brother got one before him.
Everything after that was hazy for him. I could only assume that he died and gave me his memories, as the alternative would mean that I'd been going insane.
Of course, I had better reasons for saying that than 'because the alternative was worse'. There was a slow trickle of his memories starting from when I was young, for one thing. For another, there were too many things in this world that I'd recognized from the supposed last one, things I recognized to be fiction in that world. Names of famous public figures. Organizations that corresponded with the fanfics. Even the word used to describe the world—Earth Bet—was the same in the fanfics the old me had read.
And then there was my powers. Intuitive knowledge and control over spacetime was something that took me a while to get used to. I would have been happy with just that, except there was one time that I'd played with them too much in one area and discovered the next day that one of the foster kids who slept in my room had come down with a fever that made them have geometric violet lines crawling across their skin. A fever that made them violent and mysteriously strong and weak at the same time.
I could recognize Honkai sickness when I saw it.
The ensuing blur of quarantines and hospital checks had resulted in me being moved into another home and I never figured out what happened to the other kids. The only thing I knew was that Veronika Schariac, orphan and reincarnator, had once again lost another home like how her first one, her first family, had ended in disaster.
One she had no fault in. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault.
So yes. Either I was insane, or the world was insane. Considering I was living in a world full of colorfully-costumed reality-bending superhumans, roving bands of murder-hobos, sandbagging alien kaiju, and cultists that worship said kaiju, you'd have to forgive me for leaning towards the former. Though I'd have to admit, the thought that the entire world could be found in the world of a story I'd only read about in fanfiction in my old life and that the powers I had could be found in my favorite game hurt that theory quite a bit. Then again, one could also say that the details I could remember were too elaborate to have just been dreamed up.
Either way, it was my life now, and I couldn't really afford to consider the former, both financially and philosophically. For the most part, my past knowledge hadn't affected me too much beyond saving my hide from a number of dangerous situations. You didn't get to be truly safe if you spent the majority of your life hopping between foster families within an overtaxed system that saw too many kids relocate at least once a year to every three months. It was usually fighting or ignoring other kids, fighting or ignoring adults, fighting or dodging kidnappers and gangsters when you got unlucky enough to live in a rough neighborhood. Couldn't have too many friends since there was a good chance I'd never see them again in a year. My parents in this life died in a car crash when I was six, and Murphy was everywhere in all the other places I'd been moved to.
Really, I'd almost forgotten all about it until I was 15, about ten minutes into my second year of high school at a graffiti-stained clubhouse called Winslow when I found the second-floor hallway smelling like one of those sections at a scrapyard that someone died in and was never found, with a trio consisting of a tall black girl, a busty redhead, and a tiny brunette guarding the source of the rank, a human-sized locker leaking with a dark fluid and was making sounds that I was pretty sure was that of a human being in there.
In hindsight, I really should have known better after coming across the "Now Entering Brockton Bay" signpost while I was in the car to my new family over Christmas. Guess the decade and a half of actively avoiding using my power for fear of starting a zombie apocalypse and not really knowing anything useful about the world beyond a vague sense of canon had put all of that far into the back of my head.
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