Dying? Yeah, that sucked. But getting reincarnated? That was supposed to be the dream—especially when I hit the power lottery and came back as a Kryptonian-Viltrumite hybrid. Strength to level mountains, speed to outrun light, durability that makes nukes look like firecrackers? Hell yeah. I was ready to save lives, rewrite tragic fates, and maybe even gain a harem of beauties along the way.

Then reality kicked me in the teeth. Hard. 

This world isn’t just an ecchi paradise with over-the-top fights and fanservice—it’s a brutal, merciless battleground. Behind all the bouncing boobs and dumb comedic moments are beings so powerful they could wipe out civilizations without breaking a sweat. And me? I might be strong, but strength alone doesn’t mean shit when you’re up against gods, monsters, and ancient horrors lurking in the shadows.

So now I’ve got two choices.
One: Stick to my ideals, play the hero, and pray I don’t get torn apart before I can make a difference.
Two: Give up, accept my place in the food chain, and hope I don’t die screaming.

…Or maybe, just maybe… this world doesn’t need a hero.

Nah, just kidding. Right? …Right?

I'mma do a small teensy rewrite of this, not promising when I'll update it tho. I'll only update this when I feel like it.


Chapter 4 - I'm back