Ding. Successfully bound to host. System initializing…
Ding. System scan complete. Implanting character…
Ding. Character implantation successful. Welcome to the world of My Hero Academia.
…
The moment Shin opened his eyes, everything had changed.
In front of him was no longer the familiar black desk, nor the slightly yellowed old computer, nor the chipped Pikachu mug he'd used for years.
Instead, he found himself standing on a bustling street lined with unfamiliar high-rise buildings covered in Japanese signage.
People hurried past in every direction, each starting a new day of their lives.
"…Where…where am I?" Shin looked around blankly, murmuring under his breath.
Ding. This is the world of My Hero Academia.
As soon as the voice faded, an unfamiliar electronic tone echoed inside his mind.
"You!" Shin's pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing quickened. "Don't tell me—you're the thing from the computer?"
…
Just five minutes ago, Shin had been playing a game when a black chat box suddenly popped up on the screen. A dozen large red letters blazed across it:
Want to understand the meaning of life? Want to truly… live?
And there was only one option below: Yes.
Thinking it was some prank pop-up, Shin barely glanced at it before clicking Yes so he could get back to his game.
The instant he did, everything went black. A strange electronic voice rang in his ears.
And then—this.
——Various requests——
Yes.
"Ha… ha…" Shin's mouth twitched as he pinched his cheek hard to check if he was dreaming. His face turned dark as he muttered, voice trembling, "My Hero Academia?"
Yes.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" He asked again, though he already knew the answer.
Based on the current situation, Host is not dreaming.
"Are you insane? Why did you drag me here?" Shin thumped his chest in frustration. He was just an ordinary person—suddenly finding himself in a world full of superpowers made his whole body tense with dread.
Part of him even wanted to knock himself out and hope it was all an illusion.
Host clicked Yes.
"Damn it—there was only one option! What was I supposed to do—not say yes?" Shin's voice rose, attracting curious glances from passersby.
Feeling their eyes on him, he shifted uncomfortably, looked around, and finally slipped into a quieter side street. He slumped onto a bench with a long sigh.
He tilted his head back to watch the clouds drifting overhead.
"Ugh… I guess I have no choice but to accept my bad luck," he muttered after a long silence.
"…I mean, shouldn't you at least give me some way to protect myself?" Shin straightened up, propped his right elbow on his knee, and rested his cheek on his palm. Remembering the webnovels he'd read, he asked hopefully, "Is there some sort of starter pack or cheat skill?"
No.
"…Hey—are you planning to just send me to my death?" Shin started to protest, but at that moment, a translucent panel materialized in front of him.
Name: Shin
Implanted Character: Uchiha Madara
"What does this mean?" He stared blankly at the four glaring characters—Uchiha Madara—and asked in confusion.
The host has been implanted with the character 'Uchiha Madara.' All preparations have been completed.
"Uchiha Madara? The Madara from Naruto?"
Yes.
"Then shouldn't I be in the Naruto world?" Shin blinked rapidly, still half convinced this was some bizarre dream.
…
"Say something!"
Due to unknown reasons, the host's coordinates shifted during transit. You will remain in this world until the system can repair the error.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Shin stood up abruptly, anxiety spiking. "I don't even have a legal identity here. How am I supposed to survive?"
Host, please be assured. All systems have prepared necessary arrangements.
"…Including an identity or something?"
Yes.
As soon as the words faded, a rush of foreign yet familiar memories surged into Shin's mind.
In an instant, everything became clear.
The system will now enter self-repair mode. I wish the host an enjoyable journey.
"…"
——Various requests——
Twenty minutes later, guided by the new memories, Shin stood outside an opulent villa, blinking in disbelief.
He kept pinching his arm to make sure he was really awake.
The system had arranged for him to become an orphan who had inherited a massive fortune after the death of both parents. In this world, his name was also Uchiha Madara, and his Quirk was Hypnosis.
Taking a deep breath, Shin slowly pushed open the villa's front door and stepped into the living room.
The house had three floors plus a basement—four stories in all—and every detail exuded luxury. Calling it a palace would have been more accurate than villa.
"Is this really a villa? It's more like a damn palace," Shin couldn't help but sigh. Still, compared to Yaoyorozu's family estate, maybe this was child's play.
The setting sun cast a warm glow over the spotless interior. The fridge was stocked with fresh vegetables and meat—he could cook himself a meal if he wanted.
"…I should probably take a shower first," he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt as he headed toward the bathroom.
But when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he froze.
Black, shoulder-length spiky hair. Dark pupils, sharp gaze.
If this wasn't Uchiha Madara… then who was it?!
But the face—how young was it supposed to be?!
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