You ever just wake up and realize your entire existence is a badly written power fantasy? No? Just me? Cool.
Hi. I'm the Narrator. Not my real name, but let's be honest, you won't care what my name is by the time this story is over. Why? Because I'm the most overpowered and underpowered being in existence at the same time.
Let me explain.
I was born in a world where every power system from every fictional universe exists at once. Sounds cool, right? No. It is the single dumbest idea in the history of creation.
You think mixing chakra, nen, quirks, devil fruits, magic, alchemy, stands, mutant genes, cultivation, and every other power system ever created into a single world is a good idea? IT'S NOT. Do you have any idea what happens when every single rule of power scaling conflicts with each other?
Chaos. Unfiltered, unbalanced, game-breaking chaos.
People are born with random power system combinations, and some of them work fine, while others are like installing 500 conflicting mods on Skyrim and expecting the game to run smoothly. Some people are literal gods, others are walking explosions waiting to self-destruct, and nobody knows which one they'll be until it's too late.
Why is my world like this? Because the Creator God who made it is an idiot.
He thought, "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if I took inspiration from all my favourite anime, manga, comics, and movies and mashed them together into a single planet?" But instead of spreading these wildly different power systems across the universe, he just dumped everything onto ONE planet and called it a "masterpiece." A MASTERPIECE.
So yeah, my world is literally a broken fanfiction brought to life—and guess what? I was born with EVERY power system in perfect harmony. I am the only person who doesn't have to deal with power conflicts. I can do anything— travel between dimensions, break the fourth wall, rewrite reality—but there's a catch.
My power level is inconsistent as hell.
One moment, I can rebuild the multiverse with a snap of my fingers. The next? A light breeze could kill me. I have no control over when I'm OP and when I'm a walking glass cannon. It's completely random, which means I can't brute-force my way through problems.
That would've been fine if my world wasn't a complete dumpster fire.
So, what did I do? I LEFT.
I jumped dimensions and found Earth, the land of normal people who don't have to worry about whether their soul is going to explode because of conflicting power mechanics. And guess what? I loved it.
I spent years binge-watching anime, reading manga, and trolling power scaling debates online. I met some of your favorite authors, argued with them personally, and told them exactly where they screwed up their own power systems. Some of them got mad. Others agreed with me. Life was perfect.
But then I remembered.
I had a job.
I was supposed to fix my world by making the Creator God take responsibility. But guess what? His messengers—basically a bunch of OP fanatics and power-hungry weirdos—wouldn't let me near him.
See, they worship him like he's flawless and show him only the good parts of his "masterpiece." The parts where powers don't conflict, where everything works smoothly. So, to him, everything is perfect.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world is on fire.
So, I had two choices:
1. Do things the hard way and slowly gather allies, train for decades, and find a way to convince the god.
2. SPEEDRUN THE ENTIRE WAR AND FORCE A GAME OVER SCREEN.
Guess which one I picked?
Yeah. I speedran the war.
Normally, wars like this take five to ten years minimum. That was too long. So, I forced my MCs to finish it in 1.5 years.
And let me tell you, if my stupid power system rules didn't hold me back, I would've made them finish it in three months. I had to play by the rules, but I still rushed them like they were on a speedrun leaderboard because I was NOT wasting another decade in this garbage world.
Oh, and character development?
Yeah, I "handled" that too. When I sent my MCs and their allies to train in another dimension, I left a recording device to check in on them from time to time. But then I got distracted on Earth, and, uh… I kinda… left them there for a thousand years.
By the time I remembered, they had undergone the most extreme character growth possible. So, I just grabbed them and dropped them right back into their original timeline, with zero adjustment period.
Did they struggle with suddenly being a thousand years older mentally while everything else stayed the same?
Not my problem.
Did they complain about missing a literal millennium of history?
Also, not my problem.
I had One Piece's Wano Arc to watch, and I wasn't about to delay things just because they needed "time to adjust." And when the war finally ended?
Did I stick around for the aftermath? Did I stand with the MCs and their allies to witness the world change?
Nope.
I left a powerless but insanely durable clone behind to deal with all the consequences while I dipped out. The clone got beaten to a pulp for all the dumb things I did during the war. Did I care? No. That's what the clone was for.
And now? I'm back on Earth, living my best life.
I don't care what happened to the MCs. I don't care how the world is doing. I did my job, the god saw his mistake, and it's no longer my problem.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an internet war to start over which anime has the best power scaling.
And if you dare say anything bad about my favorite shows, I will find you.