"Don't die by falling over, Quinn!" a boy shouted down the hallway, laughing uncontrollably.
Quinn dismissed the petty mockery and continued walking down the school corridor. The harassment had become a daily occurrence for him, yet it still bothered him just as much as every other day. A desire to retaliate stirred within him, impossible to suppress.
He slowed his stride, pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose—they had slipped down again. Anyone could tell he needed a new pair; the frames were heavily worn, with tape covering the joints and holding the lenses in place.
Quinn turned around, raised a middle finger, and shouted at the boy, "I bet you don't even know how many fingers I'm holding up!"
The boy clenched his fists and started running at Quinn. "You level-one piece of crap! When are you going to learn you don't belong in this world?"
Both his hands came together, forming a glowing green orb. When he was only several meters away from Quinn, he pushed his hands forward, shooting the energy ball at him. Quinn had nowhere to go. The ray was too fast to dodge; all he could do was grit his teeth and brace for the impact.
The ball hit him, lifting his body into the air and sending him flying backward until he slammed into the far end of the corridor wall.
"What's going on?" a student among the crowd asked. "Are they fighting on the last day of school?"
Immediately, a crowd formed outside, curious about the commotion. One female student ran to the damaged wall to check on the assaulted student's safety.
As the dust settled, Quinn's slightly curly black hair came into view. When the smoke cleared, the girl realized who it was—she instantly backed away and continued on as if nothing had happened.
When she returned to her friends, they laughed at her. "I can't believe you tried helping him!"
" I didn't see who it was!" she replied cheeks flushed red in embarrassed
Meanwhile, Quinn, lying on the floor, felt disoriented. It wasn't just from the impact—his mind was flooded with seventeen years of memories… or maybe thirty-one. It's Hart to tell the reason wasn't because he was amnesia before being hit. But because a transmigrated being is now inhabiting the body
Jason Cruz wasn't your average thirty-one-year-old. He had spent most of his life in gyms, arenas, and fighting cages, honing his body to perfection. As an MMA champion, he possessed strength, skill, and unbreakable discipline—but outside the ring, he was… normal.
Normal enough to binge Marvel and DC movies, spending weekends analyzing fight choreography, superpowers, and battle strategies. Normal enough to get lost in novels like My Vampire System, imagining what it would be like to wield powers beyond mortal limits.
Yet, despite his fame, life carried a quiet emptiness. Long flights, grueling training, endless sponsorship deals—it was a lonely existence. His parents were gone, leaving him to navigate the world alone, held together by discipline, instinct, and his love for fantastical stories.
On that fateful day, he was driving to an arena for a championship fight. He was hyped, mentally replaying fight strategies, imagining combos inspired by superheroes—Thor's hammer-like strikes, Batman's tactical precision—and chuckling at how unrealistic some of it was.
Then, in an instant, everything changed.
A truck burst from a side street—tires screaming, horns blaring. Jason swerved on instinct, but physics didn't care about reflexes or MMA training. The impact hit with bone-crushing force. The world went white, and he felt his body shatter.
And then… nothing.
No pain. No blood. Just a void.
Then, a voice.
"Welcome, Jason Cruz. I am Rob, a random omnipotent being. I grant you four wishes."
Jason's thoughts spun. This… this isn't real. I must be dreaming. Or I'm dead.
But Rob's presence was undeniable—an omnipotent aura that pulsed like a sun inside his mind, bending reality in ways he'd only read about in novels.
Jason swallowed, trying to steady his thoughts. The first thing that came to mind was simple: power. Knowledge. Freedom from limits.
"Okay…" he said slowly. "First, I want the ability to gain the powers of any creature I consume—and reverse their ability and of their weaknesses. If something is weak to the sun, I become stronger under it. If a creature controls water, I gain both water and fire."
Rob's eyes—or whatever those infinite voids were—glimmered with amusement. "Granted."
Jason's pulse quickened. "Second… I want the ability to fuse powers together. Combine abilities, evolve them, make them stronger than their original forms but still being able to use their original form."
"Granted."
His heart pounded. The final wish. All his years of fantasy, comics, and daydreams converged into a single choice.
"I… want Superman-level powers."
Rob's grin stretched impossibly across the void. "Granted. But with a condition: your Superman-level powers will be bound to a system. You must unlock, grow, and maintain them."
Jason exhaled, a grin curving across his face. "A system, huh? Sounds perfect. Just like in my novels."
"My last wish i want immunity of being cloned, controlled, body swamp and such."
"Granted."
And in that moment, the void shattered.
Energy, potential, and limitless possibility surged through him. His past life—MMA fame, movies, late-night reading sessions—faded like smoke.
The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a new body, in a world that felt both familiar and alien.
Looking around he found that his vision appear to be blurred then he remember that Quinn has poor eyesight looking down he found the glasses that have one lense lying on the ground he pick it up and insert it back while also applying the worn out tape to hold it in the place then he put glasses on his face and started looking around
He notice that every student appear to be with group of friends some cying like it's the last time they'll see each other while other excitedly discussing about their plan of the future
Remembering the world he is now in ability users, people hating ability users, dalki vampires and celestials it's quet dangerous but with the washes he was granted even pig will soar through the heaven if you understand a reference
Picking himself up he made his way home in hurry like afraid someone will still the book if he is late
Opening the apartment door he look at the space only able to fit bad and study desk with a TV on wall and fridge next to it compare the the luxurious place he lived in his previous life it's not evev worth mention
The room has very little personality like the occupant didn't live at all but Quinn know the reason of they is the occupant can't afford them and its not like he is interested in them either what interest him is on the drawer off the study desk
He moves to the desk and pull the drawer and after rumeging through papers and socks at the bottom he found it a black book and at center it have ring with lines going of in all directions
He took of his glasses while chuckling at the action he was about to do he remove the lens that has fallen ealiar it has some cracks formed on it's surface and then clentch his fist tightly around it above the book
It broke into pecies some pearcing his palm them blood start to trickle down from his palm and drop down on the book at the center ring.
The ring around the center of the book started to glow and then it started to float in the air
He look at this event in calm expression as the book started flipping it's pages one after another the content of the book is written in allien language but strange enough he understand them
As the book finally turn it's last page and slowly started to disappear as if turning into dust
At the same time I front of Quinn vision a transparent screen appear as if game interface
[Congratuation you have been granted a Va...]