"Alright, let's try this again."
The first thing you learned in Musutafu is that park benches are designed by sadists. Specifically, sadists who believed that if you made something uncomfortable enough, people would just stop being poor. Revolutionary thinking really.
I shifted against the Metal armrest digging into my ribs as I sat cross-legged on the park bench at 3:32 PM, notepad balanced on my knee, pen hovering over a fresh page of what looked like the world's most paranoid programming manual. I scratched the pen along the side of the page, leaning closer as I reread the instructions, tongue poking out absently to the corner of my lip. It was something I'd always done when focusing—no clue where I picked it up.
Around me, Musutafu was up and running—dogs running around chasing sticks and frisbees, owners shouting "Good Boy" and handing out treats, salarymen speed-walking toward train stations, and the distant hum of a city that never quite slept.
Three weeks. Three weeks since I'd face-planted into this reality and I was still writing instruction manuals for my own superpowers like some kind of interdimensional IT support.
The problem with having Neutral Infinity without the Six Eyes was simple: my power was basically a really sophisticated, reality-warping toddler that needed explicit instructions for everything. It couldn't automatically determine whether that incoming object was a butterfly, bullet or my much needed oxygen. It just knew something was approaching and asked, "Should I stop this, boss?"
Which led to some... educational experiences.
Day One had been a nightmare. I'd activated Infinity for the first time while panicking about my situation, and within two minutes I was blind, deaf, and slowly suffocating as my power helpfully blocked out light, sound, and air circulation. Turns out "stop everything from reaching me" includes the basic requirements for human survival.
You would think superpowers came with basic safety Mode programming.
I'd nearly died from my own ability before figuring out how to turn it off.
Since then, I'd been manually programming exceptions into my Infinity like I was debugging the world's most consequential video game. Each rule had to be precise, explicit, and thoroughly tested unless I wanted to accidentally filter out something vital.
Too much?
Did I Forget to mention that I have Infinity? One of the most broken defensive abilities in all of anime and Manga fiction?
Probably. I'll get to the how later.
For now, just know that I have The Neutral Limitless, as Gege and the Fans endearingly called it. The cursed Technique of the Famed aura dripping, Cursed Spirit Slaying, Satoru Gojo of Jujutsu Kaisen.
Emphasis on the Two words, Neutral Limitless. Gojo's Technique was called Limitless, an extremely powerful spatial Manipulation ability that could instantly make anyone who possessed it borderline broken. Just like me, except I didn't get the Full Package.
Neutral Limitless in other words, Translated To the Infinity Barrier that came automatically. This was the only thing I had. No Satoru Gojo Template, meaning no Cursed Energy, No Blue, Red Or Purple, No RCT, and certainly No Domain Expansion.
Bummer.
Still, it should be awesome that you literally have an almost impenetrable defense that slows down everything that tries to approach you, right?
Wrong.
Heavily, Seriously, Dead Wrong.
I said no Satoru Gojo Template. That unfortunately meant no Six Eyes either. The eyes that allowed the Technique to be operable and broken as it was, was not in my sockets. They were just regular blue eyes courtesy of good family genes. Don't get me wrong. I could still use The Infinity Barrier, My ability made sure of it. However, the six Eyes were the heart and soul behind The Natural Limitless Technique.
As they allowed Satoru Gojo to automatically and effortlessly automate the defense system that made the limitless barrier so broken. By calculating the speed, mass, size, power and nature of whatever was coming his way, it automatically made decisions on what exactly was allowed to pass through the barrier and what wasn't.
Do things need to be allowed to pass through that barrier? Yes. Yes they did. Believe it or not, Satoru Gojo needed light, air, heat Temperature, and sound to live a relatively normal life. Those were just the basics.
However, most of these mediums, if allowed to pass through could be weaponized against him. Like sound attacks, light attacks, Poisonous gases, and so on. How did it not?
Six Eyes baby. Like a hyper advanced AI, it automatically made adjustments and calculations in hypertime at the atomic level, deciding what and what not to filter based on Gojo's preferences. Once that was done, the guy didn't even need to be aware of an attack to automatically have it stopped.
Was it broken? Hell Yeah. Could I do it Too? Hell No. My eyes were regulars for crying out loud.
Hence I couldn't do all that hyper processing. Leading to the fact that if I turned on Infinity, I either wouldn't block anything, or end up blocking everything. Imagine being blind, deaf, unable to breath, and freezing up faster than you could say Leukemia.
That was my situation at first.
Leading to my current state, where unlike Gojo, I had to personally input the instructions for what could and couldn't get in through infinity like a Computer geek writing a software program.
It was either that, or death. And like any sane person, I did not choose the latter.
I flipped through my notepad, reviewing three weeks of trial and error:
INFINITY SYSTEM FILTER CONFIGURATION V1.2 — USER: [KENNETH TAKAKURA]
AGE: 17 | CLASSIFICATION: TRANSMIGRATOR | STATUS: ACTIVE
SYSTEM: MANUAL INFINITY
==============================
WHITELIST — PASSIVE INPUTS
==============================
[ENVIRONMENTAL VITALS]
+ Allow atmospheric gases:
- Oxygen (O2), Nitrogen (N2), Carbon Dioxide (CO2), Argon (Ar)
- Condition: Pressure 0.9–1.1 atm, Temperature 15–30°C
+ Allow visible light:
- Wavelengths 390nm – 700nm, Max intensity: < 5 eV
+ Allow ambient sound:
- Frequency: 20–20,000 Hz
- Decibel cap: 85 dB
+ Allow thermal exchange:
- Temperature flux range: 16–30°C
- Rate cap: ±5°C per minute
- Emergency override: deactivate everything if suffocation detected
[TOUCH & INTERACTION — SELF ORIGIN]
+ Allow physical interaction with:
- Objects within 5 cm of user-initiated contact
- Relative velocity < 5 m/s
- Acceleration vector toward target initiated by USER
+ Tag persistent body-adjacent items:
- Clothing, tools, carried items
- Require: Skin contact > 1.5 seconds, Stable relative motion
+ Allow ground contact for walking/standing
- Allow clothing and carried items to maintain contact
[FOOD & DRINK]
+ Allow solid or liquid intake via contact with inner oral cavity
- Must pass toxin screening
- Require physical approval action (chew, swallow, sip)
- Auto-reject any substance with unknown or fluctuating composition
==============================
BLACKLIST — HOSTILE INPUTS
==============================
[HIGH-THREAT KINETIC INPUTS]
+ Block:
- Projectiles > 1 m/s
- Any object with acceleration > 3 m/s² toward USER from any direction [Underground Included]
- Objects of unknown material composition without user tag
- Unidentified entities crossing perimeter at speed > 0.5 m/s
- Any and all attempts to inject external substances, energies into user body.
- Any and All Non user Initiated Contact.
[ENERGY & LIGHT ATTACKS]
+ Block:
- Focused beams with energy levels exceeding 5 eV
- Sudden light flashes > 100,000 lumens
- Thermal bursts exceeding 35°C delta
[SOUND-BASED THREATS]
+ Block:
- Sound waves above 90 dB
- Frequencies below 15 Hz (infrasound) and above 22 kHz (ultrasound)
- Multi-pitched or distorted vocal patterns (e.g. voice-based quirks)
[AIRBORNE CONTAMINANTS]
+ Block:
- Suspended particles > 0.3 microns not tagged as "Known Safe"
- Gaseous compounds not matching oxygen-nitrogen ratio of 21:78
- Mists, smog, toxic vapors
==============================
CONDITIONAL EXCEPTIONS
==============================
[EMERGENCY MODE: "COMBAT OVERRIDE"]
+ Auto-block all incoming entities not initiated or tagged by USER
+ Duration: Max 15 minutes (severe mental strain warning)
+ Side-effect: Deactivation disables environmental filters (Risk: suffocation, blindness)
[MANUAL TAGGING INTERFACE]
+ Manual tag creation allowed for:
- "Trusted Allies" → physical touch permission
- "Safe Object" → weapon, tools
- "Safe Zone" → areas of low hostility, opens temperature and air thresholds
==============================
KNOWN SYSTEM LIMITATIONS
==============================
1. Infinity cannot detect:
- Intent, emotion, or morality of incoming actions
- Internal manipulation (e.g. mind control, hallucination, soul-based quirks)
2. Latency between rule update and execution: ~5 seconds
3. Latency between activation and deactivation of Infinity is 5 seconds.
4. Filter capacity: 25+ concurrent parameters (user level-based)
5. Sleep vulnerability: Passive filtering defaults to last saved state
==============================
USER STRATEGY RECOMMENDATION
==============================
✔ Maintain a **Combat Filter Loadout** for emergencies
✔ Program preset **Safe Zones** (home, school) to relax filters for comfort
✔ Designate a **quick-access toggle** for food/drink/hygiene functions
✔ Use **dummy objects** to test ambient filters weekly (e.g. throw hot rock, drop flashlight)
==============================
END CONFIG
The notepad was becoming a survival bible written in paranoid detail. Every rule represented a lesson learned, usually through something going wrong in spectacular fashion.
Like the time I'd tried to buy food and my Infinity blocked the cashier's tossed change, making it look like I had telekinesis. Or when I'd walked through a construction zone and my barrier had deflected a paint drop, which ricocheted into a worker's face. Or the incident with the automatic doors that couldn't detect me properly because my spatial distortion confused their sensors.
Being effectively untouchable sounded cool in theory. In practice, it was like being a ghost who occasionally broke physics in inconvenient ways.
I clicked my pen and started writing the morning's new entries:
*[WEATHER ADAPTATIONS]*
- Allow morning dew but block standing water over 2cm deep
- Filter pollen particles (hay fever is apparently interdimensional)
- Allow snow contact but block ice chunks over 1cm diameter
*[BIOLOGICAL NECESSITIES]*
- Allow public restroom door handles with 2-second contact limit
- Block bathroom air freshener chemicals
- Allow soap and water contact during hygiene activities
- Naturally bred Microorganisms interaction in the body.
The absurdity of my situation hit me again. Here I was, sitting on a park bench designed by sadists, manually programming reality-warping abilities like I was updating antivirus software, all because some cosmic entity thought it would be funny to give me god-tier powers without the instruction manual.
Three weeks ago, I was The K-DOG, 17 year old university student whose biggest achievement was reaching Diamond rank in League of Legends. Now I was back to being Kenneth Takakura, but as an interdimensional refugee with reality-warping powers, the legal status of a particularly sophisticated hallucination, and a notepad full of paranoid safety protocols.
The transmigration had been thorough—same age, same face, same body, just different universe. Even came with the same clothing that didn't scream "interdimensional tourist." I had practically been picked up, and thrown into this world exactly as I was during what I would assume to be my final moments on earth. What it hadn't come with was money, identification, or any idea how to survive in a world where teenagers regularly committed acts of urban destruction in the name of heroics.
No idea how to go forward.
No way back home
My stomach growled, reminding me that godlike powers didn't exempt you from basic biological needs. Three weeks of convenience store meals and park bench sleeping had taught me that being untouchable didn't make you comfortable. Honestly, I was lucky I could even get anything to eat. Three days in and I was practically one step away from starving to death when that one Mutant quirked criminal decided to rob the convenience store I was oh so close to robbing myself. I beat him of course. It was easy when his limb removal quirk practically never touched me. I could slam the guy over the head with a baseball bat and didn't have to worry about retaliation.
The lady behind the counter was so grateful that I was given a few meals to keep me going.
Thankfully, good people still existed to prevent honest people like me from being tempted by the Dark Side. Ahem, not that it would have worked anyway.
But I was learning. Adapting. The passage of time brought me new abilities—first the enhanced physical prowess that let me survive street life and gave me the stomach to handle going for days with limited meals. Then the second which awakened just Two days ago and I had been exploring the usage based on the descriptions ever since. My powers were awakening in stages, and in a month or Two, all Six should be ...
A distant explosion echoed from downtown Musutafu. Smoke rising, sirens wailing, probably another villain making a scene for the cameras.
I paused, sighed, closed my notepad, and stood up from the bench. Not because I was a hero—I wasn't that delusional yet. But because in my experience, where there was chaos, there were usually opportunities for someone clever enough to see them. Or in my case, opportunities for me to get some cash as rewards to buy my next meal.
And honestly, at this point, dodging supervillains seemed preferable to debugging my own superpowers.
---
Let me rewind to where this cosmic joke began.
Just three weeks ago, I was nobody special. Back on Earth, I lived in a government-run home. No family. No drama. Just fluorescent lighting, undercooked food, and group therapy sessions no one took seriously.
In case you don't get it yet, I was an orphan in an orphanage home. Apparently, I was found at the site of a car crash of a married couple. My young body passed out, head bleeding on a stone.
The result was as you would expect. I survived. The unfortunate couple, did not. My age meant I was unlikely to be adopted. So I stayed in the orphanage home till I hit college years. Now, I was a seventeen-year-old university student burning through my savings on instant ramen and energy drinks, escaping reality the way any broke student does—anime marathons and competitive gaming until my eyes bled.
It was during one of those 3 AM League of Legends sessions when everything went sideways. I was in the middle of a crucial ranked match, about to secure my promotion to Diamond, when a popup invaded my screen like digital cancer.
**[YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR INTERDIMENSIONAL TRANSMIGRATION! PLEASE COMPLETE YOUR PROFILE TO CONTINUE.]**
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I'd hissed, frantically trying to click around it. My teammates were probably screaming about me going AFK, but this thing had locked up everything.
At first, I figured it was malware. Tried everything—Alt+F4, Task Manager, even unplugging the damn computer. Nothing worked. The thing just sat there, mocking my uncharacteristic snarl with its bright blue interface that looked suspiciously like an RPG character creation screen.
After three hours of digital warfare and a lot of creative cursing, I shamefully raised the white flag.
"Fine," I muttered, cracking my knuckles. "Let's see what this elaborate scam wants."
The character creation screen was surprisingly sophisticated. Destination worlds, ability sets, customization options that would make most AAA games jealous.
Hell, it was better designed than League's client, which wasn't saying much.
**"Select your destination world."**
Options scrolled past:
*Bleach/One Piece/ Marvel/ DC/ Attack On Titan/ X-Men/ Dragon Ball/ Akame ga Kill/ Hunter X Hunter/ The Last Airbender/ Jujutsu Kaisen/ Young Justice/Naruto/ The Walking Dead/ The Originals/ The Vampire Diaries/ The Legend Of Korra/ Power Rangers/ Harry Potter/ Berserk/ Chainsaw Man/ My Hero Academia/ WarHammer 40K/ Honkai Impact/ Against The Gods/ Douluo Dalu/ Resident Evil*
Now this was something.
My eyes nearly went sore scrolling through the options. As a self-respecting lover of media content, I took a systematic approach. First, eliminate anything that would get me killed in the first week. Goodbye Dragon Ball, Berserk, Warhammer 40K, and Attack on Titan. I wasn't about to get vaporized by casual planet-busters or eaten by naked giants.
Second, remove all the grimdark deathworlds. Walking Dead, Vampire Diaries, Resident Evil—nope. I wanted adventure, not a zombie apocalypse or bloodsucking politics.
Third, avoid anything too insane power-scaling wise. DC and Marvel had Darkseid, Mutant Problems, Paranoid men in Bat suits, Hydra and Shield intertwined, People who read minds, and worst of all ... Joker. One Piece had island-busting pirates, Naruto had moon-slicing ninjas, and Jujutsu Kaisen had... well, Gojo existed, which said enough.
That left me with a handful of options, but one stood out: **My Hero Academia**.
Think about it. Modern society with actual infrastructure, a functioning government, and superpowers that followed (mostly) logical rules. Plus, the power scaling was reasonable—most heroes couldn't level cities, there was actual law enforcement, and the biggest threats were containable. Sure, there were some nutjobs like All For One, but compared to Saiyan invasions or eldritch horrors, I'd take quirked-up humans any day.
I clicked it.
**"Choose your primary ability set."**
Now we were talking. I scrolled through the options, hoping for something broken like reality manipulation or time control. Instead, I got a bunch of quirk-adjacent abilities that seemed... oddly specific.
*Elemental Manipulation, Beast Transformation, Technomancy, Psychic Phenomena, Spatial Distortion, Enhancement Suite, Infinity Barrier, Superhuman Physique,*...
My finger hovered over several options. Psychic Phenomena sounded versatile, Spatial Distortion had potential, but something about "Infinity Barriers" called to me. Probably because it sounded like the kind of overpowered defensive ability that would keep me alive long enough to figure out what the hell I was doing. And it simply reminded me of Gojo's limitless Technique.
I clicked it.
**"Choose your Two Secondary ability Set."**
I blinked. More?
The list had refreshed. Most of the powers in the original had been replaced with new ones.
I searched around and added Two More powers to the list. Then clicked again.
The list refreshed again. Completely this time.
**"Choose Your Support ability"**
"..."
Ok, my first reaction as an avid gamer was something was wrong.
Was there supposed to be a pattern to choosing abilities? Was I supposed to pick something that would complement whatever I initially choose as the primary power?
I tried to go back.
The damn ad wouldn't budge. There was only going forward it seemed. Hehe, I just chuckled at the time.
Whatever.
Nevertheless, my compulsive personality towards video games made me properly screen the power set this time. There was nothing too good really.
No offensive powers and just regular support and utility abilities. Some were incredibly versatile though. I made my choice after a few seconds.
**"Randomizing integration parameters. Natural Power Awakening Over Time Chosen .."**
So it would unlock as time passes? What kind of game is this?
**"Warning: Selected abilities are non-quirk based. Integration will be classified as foreign phenomenon."**
Well, that was ominous. But I'd come this far.
**"Confirm selection and submit?"**
That was just rhetorical question. I literally couldn't go back even if I wanted to. I hit enter without hesitation.
The popup vanished. My League match returned to normal—or what passed for normal when you'd been AFK for three hours and your team had already surrendered. I clicked out of the screen, thumb absentmindedly rubbing the corner of my lower lip as I leaned toward the keyboard, tongue half-visible at the edge of my mouth.
A weird habit, I knew. But somehow, when I really focused, it just… happened.
Moving on.
I blinked, shook my head, and logged out of my account. Mood ruined. 'Whatever, let's just get back to writing my novel's next chapter.'
Twenty minutes later, while erasing yet another half baked narrative I had barely put together, everything went black.
---
When I woke up, I was lying in an alley that definitely wasn't in my college town. The first thing I noticed was the smell—urban decay mixed with something that might have been hero agency disinfectant. The second thing was that I was wearing the same clothes I'd fallen asleep in, except they looked like they'd been through a washing machine filled with gravel.
The third thing was the floating holographic interface hovering in front of my face.
**[INTEGRATION COMPLETE]**
**[WELCOME TO MY HERO ACADEMIA UNIVERSE]**
**[LIMITLESS SIX PATHS ONLINE]**
**[TUTORIAL MODE ACTIVATED]**
"Oh, come on," I groaned, sitting up and immediately regretting it as my head spun. "Even the transmigration system has tutorial mode?"
**[INFINITY SYSTEM FILTER CONFIGURATION REQUIRED]**
**[WARNING: UNFILTERED INFINITY ACTIVE - ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD DETECTED]**
That's when I realized I couldn't feel the ground beneath me. Or the air. Or... anything, really. It was like I was floating in a sensory deprivation tank, except I could still see and hear perfectly fine. I just couldn't hear anything else aside from my own voice and see nothing but darkness.
Right. Infinity barriers. Except unlike whatever anime inspiration this was based on, I didn't have magical eyes to manage it automatically. I had to manually configure what I wanted to let through my personal reality bubble.
First Thing First. I Turned The Entire Thing Off.
Then, after grasping what exactly was the situation, I began to create a whitelist.
Air? Yes, please, I'd like to keep breathing.
Light? Definitely, blindness was not on my bucket list.
Sound? Sure, but maybe with a volume limiter.
Random debris? Hard pass.
Other people's physical contact? Absolutely not, stranger danger was real.
It took me twenty minutes to set up basic filters that wouldn't kill me, and another ten to figure out how to stand up without automatically rejecting the ground. By the time I managed to walk to the mouth of the alley, I was exhausted and had a newfound respect for anyone who could manage supernatural powers without an instruction manual.
That was Three Weeks ago.
I had learned to constantly improve my whitelist ever since for the duration I could keep infinity active. For example, making sure I only let specific gaseous elements in to avoid being poisoned by smoke from the exhaust of cars.
Now, as I walked down the street towards the sounds of probable chaos, I reflected on everything that had led to this moment. The failed attempts to get legal documentation without a valid identity. The discovery that "I have amnesia" was not, in fact, a magical solution to bureaucratic problems. The realization that superpowers didn't make you immune to hunger, and that my enhancement suite meant I needed to eat roughly two to three times as much as a normal person once I officially hit empty.
Most importantly, I'd learned that even with reality-bending powers, being an illegal immigrant in a world of professional heroes was its own special kind of hell.
I remember heading to the police station and informing them of My special amnesiac situation. Then was bounced between departments for days on end, ultimately coming up with no results. The guys there didn't even have the morality to feed a starving kid seeking help.
Not that I could blame them. I didn't know them from Adams, and They didn't owe me anything.
From the way they put it, kids like me with mo registration weren't all that rare. Definitely uncommon, but not rare. What was uncommon was the fact that I had amnesia to boot.
"Kid, you must be on the bad side of lady luck."
One of the cops said with a sneer. He had a point. Only I knew of my true circumstances, but wasn't that another form of bad luck?
The cops couldn't detain an unregistered kid, or at least saw no reason or point to doing so.
Neither were any of them inclined to get me a way to be registered.
Hence, I could only return back to the streets with nothing.
Moving on.
I could see the fires burning ahead.
"That's either a villain attack or Bakugo Katsuki having a normal Tuesday." Why was I actively heading towards danger? That was because I realized that the chances of me returning home were practically non-existent.
And I explained, the fact that I was still on the streets and struggling to survive, meant my initial plan to integrate into society wasn't going to cut it.
Unlike the novels I read of MC's who found themselves in this situation, I didn't meet any good Samaritan who offered to take me in and feed me for the night. Then I would live at their place while earning my keep at their establishment until I got my feet together before recommending me to some shady government worker who did legal ID's for a certain fee.
Na ah.
Those were fairy tales around here. Turns out even in a world of people with superpowers, the homeless still existed. People with rotten quirks were the Majority living on the streets. My situation as bad as it was, was honestly much better than theirs.
I'm not discriminating, but majority of them were ugly as Fuck. They were useless too.
Only people with good quirks that could aid in any industry or were strong enough to be Pro Heroes, had a chance to be taken off the streets if you didn't have a family of your own. Just by the fact that villain attacks caused all sorts of property damage and life loss, many people had lost everything they had and could only be reduced to this extent.
They weren't targets of saving by Pro Heroes.
Hehehe, those clowns didn't even look their way.
Just posing for the camera and all that. Normal people could show more sympathy but even they had their problems. Stepping out to help others wasn't something they could afford.
What was the point of all this rant? No one was going to help a homeless kid, and I knew I was never going to get off the streets if I laid low and waited for some destiny helper to cross paths.
I was a kid with no identity. That alone meant getting employment with my powers was next to impossible. Unless I went down the villain path and mixed up with some shady underground factions. Actual help in the legal way had eluded me for three weeks, but those? Those weren't hard to find at all.
I could bet my life on it.
Laying low wasn't gonna cut it. Unless I wanted to join the villain faction for stealing. Hence, the next best option that was available in this world.
Being a hero.
It was simple really. Find dangerous villain attacks, intervene if I could. Get noticed. Get help. Maybe charge some money for the help while I'm at it.
Of course, there were risks. The use of quirks or in my case, anything that looked like it in public without a license was illegal.
Add the fact that I wasn't in the system, showing any sort of powerful ability and having no previous identity meant taking red flags.
The cops could let me go unregistered because I was just a homeless kid in their eyes.
For the possibility of me having quirks?
If I had any good ones, I wouldn't be in my situation. At least that's how I guessed they saw it.
I was right.
No 17 year old would still be in my condition with even a moderately good power.
That basically translated to me having a trash quirk at best or Quirkless at worst. Even if all quirks were to be registered by law, either one wasn't worth their time finding out.
Once I showed otherwise, it would be a different story. Funny how the system works.
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah.
It was risky, but I had no better options.
Having a good quirk could make life a whole lot easier. My powers weren't quirks if that ad was anything to go by but I'm sure they could pass off as one.
I was a 17 year old homeless kid. Not a master schemer, agent, mercenary or Ex military with clear understanding of underground power structures. Like I said, I literally had no better options.
Anonymity meant hunger.
So I walked toward the commotion to take this bull called life by the horns and in doing so, made a very interesting discovery.