Level Up Comic Romane & Geschichten

Well, I need to calm down, Li Jie thought to himself. After all, they are only the lowest level of heroes, and there is still a long way to go before they become real superheroes. It's not an easy way to go from an E to an A to an S at the very top.

Leon and Snow exchanged a look, and they could not resist laughing. After what happened at Cynthion Group's sales drive, Leon was already recognized as the strongest among the younger generation of Springfield City. He was already at a terrifying advanced Supreme Master level! Even peak Innate State experts would be killed with just one blow from Leon! "What are you laughing at? Am I not right?" Leopard was getting confused by Snow's laughter. "I'm just laughing because you're too stupid! Even someone at the peak Acquired State is an expert now? It's hilarious," Snow said between laughs.

Just then, the screen came back on and I had an annoyed look on my face as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Look who finally shows up,” I said sarcastically but the system totally ignored me. “Congratulations, you have successfully completed Mission 001.5. Your rewards have been updated in your stats level. You have leveled up from beginner to warrior.” Oh, I leveled up? On the screen was my stats level and I leaned closer to see that they had indeed changed. Level: Warrior. Strength : + 20 Endurance : + 10 Intelligence : + 10 Speed : + 20

"Let her keep working. But we watch her like a hawk." --- Later that day, Leo was up and surprisingly active. "I feel stronger today!" he said proudly, eating toast on the couch while Derek played with colored markers. "You look stronger," Matteo smiled. "Almost like you could lift a car." "Only a small one," Leo joked. Derek added, "He's gonna be the superhero in our new comic. We even gave him a scar like yours, Matteo." "You gave me a scar in the drawing?" Matteo laughed.

MADDIE “Come on, Little Alpha! I know you can do better than that!” Garrett encourages me from the sidelines as he watches Trevor and I spar. In the last three months, Garrett and Trevor and to a sightly lesser extent Alpha Cain have taught me how to fight. I went from a level one, with zero experience, to level four quite quickly. Trevor and I leveled up on the same day. I know I still have a long way to go to be considered a master at anything, but it feels good to be able to handle myself. At least a little bit.

“What did you burn down this time?” “Nothing,” they said, affronted. “We drew you.” That was, in its own way, more alarming. They slapped the comic down on the table. Naomi, already sitting there with a mug of coffee, leaned over eagerly. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I have never loved anything more.” The first panel showed a stick‑figure version of me with extremely dramatic hair, standing on a boulder, arms raised. My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe.

You started the song Izzy Valentine, you must complete it. “What’s your favorite comic?” he breathes as we stand there, pretending not to notice Larry. “Huh?” Ivan sighs, standing in front of me, forcing me to look at him. “What’s the name of your favorite comic book? It could be the one you’ve written, or the one you read.” Oh. That was easy. “Banana Splash.” He quirks a brow, and I feel my cheeks heat up. “It’s about this kid who slipped on a banana peel and ended up in an alternate universe where he was the villain, and had to figure out how to beat the super heroes. He also had banana powers.”