Waking up on a blood-soaked World War II battlefield, I was nothing more than a disposable war reporter destined for a stray bullet. Then, the [Superhero Interactive System] booted up. My ticket to survival? Summoning powerhouse characters from beyond the Marvel Universe.

But my starter pack didn't grant me saints. It gave me monsters.

First came the arrogant, ruthless Soldier Boy from The Boys. Next came DC’s twisted flesh-sculptor, Professor Pyg. In that instant, I saw the ultimate blueprint. I deployed Soldier Boy to the frontlines as the Allied forces' golden savior, basking in the adoration of millions. Meanwhile, I infiltrated Professor Pyg into Hydra, transforming him into a stitched-together nightmare that broke the enemy's sanity.

With the gods of the Allies and the demons of the Axis all under my thumb, the greatest war in human history became my personal puppet show. As a broken Red Skull stared at my creations, he could only scream: "Are you God or the Devil?"

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