After a tragic death at the hands of his bathroom tile, an MMA fighter finds himself in front of an eldritch God looking for an (unwilling) schmuck to steal from one of the most dangerous beings in the Marvel Universe-- the Pheonix...
Poor Axel is not doomed, however. He was granted the powers of one of his favorite game characters-- Dante Sparda...but the god never specified which version.
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Few warnings going in.
1. He will start out weak and become substantially stronger over the course of 100 chapters or so. If that doesn't jive with you, I suppose this is not your story.
2. He makes mistakes--as do all reasonable protagonists.
3. He is NOT Dante. He may dress and look like him, but he is not.
4. He's not a good person on most days.
What the hell? Why aren’t there any reviews? This is a pretty dope fic. With a likeable protagonist and is even written by someone who actually knows English and not your usual mtl trash.
If the premise sounds interesting give it a try.
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