It was deep into the night when the dream hit.
He stood on a shattered street, the sky above torn apart by a hole that bled purple light. From that hole, something vast and impossible descended — a face larger than a building, cold eyes fixed on him.
Galactus. The Devourer of Worlds.
There was no sound except his own heartbeat, until a shadow the size of a city moved closer. Then the voice came, shaking the ground.
"This world is next."
A beam of light shot downward. Buildings melted. The heat touched his skin.
And he woke up.
His body was covered in sweat. His heart pounded like he had just run for miles. It was still dark outside.
That wasn't just a dream. It felt… familiar. Like an echo from somewhere he used to know.
Pieces began falling into place in his head, sharper now. He was not from here. He had lived another life — on Earth — where he had seen this. Marvel comics. Anime worlds. TV shows. Fiction. All of it.
And now… all of it was real.
" So, that oga, character from anime, the demon king son"
The weight of that knowledge settled in his chest. Dangerous knowledge. Knowledge no one else here could even imagine.
He wasn't going to share it. Not with Keaton. Not with Zenny. Not with anyone.
Morning came slow.
By the time he finished his breakfast — fifty loaf of bread,100 eggs, and 10 kg leftover meat — he was already planning a long run into the lower city to clear his head.
The streets were quiet at first, but his mind was noise.
Oga! Baby!
The sun was warm on his face as he slowed near the riverside warehouses.
And then — another flash.
The sun was harsher there, merciless. The air thick with the sound of fists slamming into flesh.
In the center of a dirt field, a boy barely in his teens fought to stay on his feet. Blood streaked the side of his mouth, but his eyes stayed locked forward.
Towering over him was a man built like a predator — nothing soft, nothing wasted. Every strike he threw cracked the air like a whip.
One more, Kenichi!
The boy ran forward, every step heavy. The man caught him mid-charge and slammed him into the ground so hard a cloud of dust erupted.
The boy… smiled, even while gasping for air.
Haruko's eyes opened back to the present. The faint smell of the river mixed with grilled food from a vendor nearby. His pulse was still racing.
" Kenichi"
That wasn't from this life. He knew it with absolute certainty. That was a memory, or something so close it made no difference.
" Did you know that boy, kenichi! "
" He looks strong!" Apache said while hitting kenichi at face with his upper cut.
Half an hour later, he reached the edges of the city market.
Oga walked past in the crowd, the baby still strapped to his back, munching on something. Haruko didn't stop him, didn't say a word.
But when their eyes met for a second, Haruko understood something important — Oga wasn't just another student. He was another piece of this merged world.
Back home, Keaton caught him in the hall.
"You went far this morning," Keaton said.
"yeah, after eating, it's my training time ," Haruko answered while clearing his sweat.
In his room, Haruko sat on the bed, staring at ceiling.
Normal people here had no idea what kind of danger this world could hold. If even half his memories were real now, threats beyond anyone's imagination could be walking these streets.