Something's off. Nah, scratch that. A lot of things are off.
The room I'm in? Not mine. The bed? Yeah, also not mine.
My futon back home wasn't anywhere near this soft, and it sure wasn't this thick. For a second, I almost let myself forget all that. Just wanted to flop down, hug a pillow, and wedge my She-Hulk body pillow between my legs. But, uh… probably not the time. Focus, buddy.
I look around, and the posters on the walls aren't the ones I know and love. No 2D anime girls. Just a bunch of random dudes I've never seen before. Well, one of them does look vaguely familiar, but I'm not exactly the "hang male figures on my wall" type.
And my action figures? Saeko, Grayfia, Poison Ivy. Gone. In their place? Books.
Books. Seriously? That's just cruel. I'm the kind of guy who only studies the night before an exam. Doesn't matter if I've got ten whole days off. And before you ask, no, I don't fail. Usually.
So yeah… definitely not my room. Which leaves the big question: if it's not mine, whose is it?
Kidnapped? Maybe. Or it's a prank. I am tied up, so… y'know. But none of my buddies would go this far. And before you get the wrong idea, yes, I do have friends. I'm not one of those basement-dwelling webnovel hermits who haven't seen the sun since 2017.
Still… maybe it is someone I know. I haven't exactly been to everyone's place before.
Oh, there's a smartphone beside the pillow. Let's see if it's unlocked or just sitting there to mess with me.
It's unlocked. Yeah, okay, definitely a prank.
Let's check the location… huh? What's with all these weird apps? Where's Google? Who doesn't use Google? Anyway, there's a map icon. Good enough.
…Musutafu… Jaaapaaann?
What the hell is wrong with this phone?
Okay, calm down. Maybe it's a network glitch. Or a VPN. Yeah, maybe. Let's check the time first. Can't believe I skipped that. If I know the time, I can at least guess how far I am from home.
Five thirty-seven p.m. Which could mean it's only been a couple hours since I crashed after school. But the date… oh no, the date's wrong. The day and month are fine, but the year? 2234.
Mine was 2023.
…Did I transmigrate?
No, seriously. Me? Why?! Sure, seeing a slime become a demon king and get surrounded by monster girls made me jealous. And yeah, reading all those fanfictions where the MC is a total meathead who doesn't use his brain pisses me off. But also makes me a little jealous. And yeah, I've daydreamed about getting sent to some isekai harem fantasy world and collecting girls like Pokémon. Nuns, dwarves, elves, dark elves, dragonoids, princesses, you name it.
But I never actually wanted to go. Really. I know reality's way harsher than the fantasy.
Okay, deep breath. Think. What's the last thing I remember?
I'm Peter Xavier, just turned sixteen last month, I like… wait. What the hell? Who are these memories? Oh. Oh, right. Not mine. This must be the body's original owner's past.
Alright, let's dig into his history. Oh. Wow. This kid's an even bigger slacker than me. At least I knew who Hitler and Einstein were. This guy? Couldn't care less. And now I see why. This world's… different. Way different. People here have awakened superpowers, and the number of them shot up over the years.
Now there's this whole "heroes and villains" thing…
Oh. Ohhh. The guy in that poster I saw earlier? I finally remember why he looked familiar.
That's not just some random dude. That's All Might.
Yeah. You recognise the name, right?
I'm in My Hero Academia.
Hahahaha.
Yes, baby! At least it's not Marvel or DC. I mean, sure, the danger level here is sky-high, but there's a ceiling to it. In Marvel or DC? Forget it. One day someone's blowing up a planet, the next it's the universe, then the multiverse, and then factory reset. Rinse and repeat. Pure chaos.
Here? Worst-case scenario, some dude tries to play god with quirks. Manageable. Ish.
Alright, let's see what quirk I got…
…No. No, no, no. You've got to be kidding me. This can't be real.
Why?! Impossible!
Why am I… quirkless?
God, I actually want to cry right now.
It's not even about becoming a hero or chasing fame. It's about survival. With any quirk, no matter how garbage, at least I'd have something. You know the saying: "there's no such thing as a useless power, only a useless user"? Yeah, I'd have lived by that. Proved it true.
Even if, let's be real, most of the people who say that usually have some cheat anyway.
…Sob. Sob. Okay, fine. I'm definitely not crying. Nope. Just… allergic to the cruel joke destiny's playing on me.
If only I had some type of cheat too—
DING.
…Wait. No way.
I knew it. I'm the protagonist.
Alright, let's see if it's what I think it is.
"System."
…No response.
"Status."
Oh. There it is. A transparent white screen. Classic. So cliché it hurts. But hey, I'll take it.
Now, what do we have here…
A gacha? Seriously?
Now that's what I'm talking about! Rock and roll, baby!
Oh, wait. Dammit. Of course it can't be that easy. I can't just dump cash in for spins. Nope. Apparently, points are the currency here. Three points gets me one spin, and each spin gives me a random card. Could be a template, a summon, an item, a power. Anything from the freakin' Omniverse.
Sounds amazing, right? Except…
The only way to earn points?
Lying down.
Yeah. I literally just exist. Stay alive. One point a day.
So basically… the secret to power is being a professional couch potato.
I was born for this.
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