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Midoriya Izuku P.O.V
"Man, this shit sucks like hell."
The words left my mouth in a weary cloud, the sound alien in the quiet, dusty street. I was walking "home" to a shady apartment I somehow had memories of, a place that felt both familiar and deeply wrong.
I didn't know how, but shit had hit the fan on a cosmic level. Now I was stuck in the body of some wacky, green-haired, freckled dipshit of a teenager. Maybe I was dreaming? Or high as fuck? Weirder still, I didn't do drugs. Why was I cursing so much? Ah, right. Probably because I couldn't wrap my fucking head around this.
"I probably transmigrated," I muttered to the evening air, "but I have no idea how I kicked the bucket." After devouring countless fanfictions in my past life, I'd learned enough to know the drill. I was isekai'd. The question was, where?
"Man, I hope it's another world. That would be cool," I mused, though a knot of worry tightened in my gut. Cool was one thing; being eaten by a dragon was another.
"Seems like I'm home."
I stopped in front of a big, drab apartment complex. My feet carried me up the stairs on autopilot, guided by a ghost in my own skull. It was strange, remembering which key to use but not my own name.
The apartment on the third floor was as unremarkable as the building. I toed off my red sneakers at the genkan, going barefoot on the cool floor. The place was a single, open-plan living-dining-kitchen area. From the entrance, I could see two doors on the left and another one directly ahead. 'It really is like those Japanese anime apartments,' I thought, a surreal sense of déjà vu washing over me.
Then, the door ahead creaked open and a head popped out.
"Ara, Izuku? Welcome home, sweetie! How was school today?" A woman—my mother, the memories supplied—asked in a gentle, melodic tone, her smile warm and genuine.
My brain short-circuited for a second. Act normal, don't be weird. How does Izuku act? "Uh, same as always, I think?" I hedged, the words feeling clumsy. I had no concrete memory of being in school at all.
"Hm?" She tilted her head, a small crease of concern forming on her brow. "Is that good or bad?"
"It was good! No worries, Mom," I replied, forcing a semblance of ease I didn't feel.
She chuckled lightly. "Haha, you're a bit strange today. Are you hungry?"
"Starving. Must be because of school."
"Okay then, hurry up and go clean yourself up. You stink. I'll go make dinner."
"I don't stink, though..." I murmured under my breath, but nodded in agreement. "Okay."
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"Whew."
I sighed, the sound loud in the quiet of my new room. I was chilling in front of a desktop PC, having survived the bath and a dinner that was disturbingly delicious. This Midoriya Inko knew how to cook, I'd give her that.
"Alright, back to my fucking situation."
I leaned back in the chair, staring at the All Might posters plastered on the wall. They stared back with their unblinking, heroic optimism. It was starting to feel… familiar. And that was terrifying.
"How am I here? Who was I? Where the hell am I? And what is going on?" I asked the empty room, my voice a low, frustrated whisper.
"Well, no use just sitting here. Let's hit the net."
The desktop whirred to life. For the next hour, I fell down a rabbit hole, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. News articles about "Pro Hero Endeavor's latest arrest." A viral video of "U.A. High's Sports Festival highlights." An ad for an All Might-branded energy drink.
The pieces clicked into place with the finality of a cell door slamming shut.
"Bruh."
The single syllable hung in the room. Well, that sucked. I finally knew where I was. How had I not realized it sooner? The green hair? The freckles? The fucking All Might shrine? Was the shock of transmigration that damn effective?
"Well, it could have been worse," I reasoned, a hysterical laugh bubbling in my chest. "I could have been thrown into 40k or the Nasuverse. This is… alright. In comparison."
I was in the world of My Hero Academia. The wacky anime of heroes and villains where 80% of the population had superpowers. And I was…
Izuku Midoriya.
The main character. Or, I was supposed to be. The quirkless wonder who somehow stumbles into the power of a lifetime.
"Just some small problems," I listed off on my fingers. "One, I don't have One For All, and I have zero clue how to get it. I'm not exactly the 'leap off a building to save someone' type. Two, I'm probably gonna die. Let's be real, I'm still quirkless, and I've seen enough TikToks from my old world to know the general shit-storm that's coming. Three, my meta-knowledge is patchy at best. I only watched up to the training camp arc."
My plans formed, desperate and pragmatic. "Problem One? Eh, just buy a gun. It'll probably work on most people… wait, that actually solves Problem Two as well. Problem Three? Simple. Don't get involved. I'm a normal dude. Sure, being a hero would be cool, but I don't have shit to work with."
"So that's it, then," I concluded with a sigh. "Two worlds, and life is still fucking hard."
[Notice: For your thorough analysis +1 INT]
"What?" I blinked, disbelief washing over me.
The translucent blue screen hung in the air, refusing to vanish. "My G, am I hallucinating?" But no, it was solid, real. Text etched in light. A wild, impossible hope ignited in my chest.
"Hey, hey, you can't be serious, right?" A gleam lit up my eyes, an excited, maniacal grin stretching my lips. If this was what I thought it was… then maybe I wasn't doomed after all.
"Properties." I commanded, the word feeling right on my tongue.
A new, more detailed screen materialized.
[Status]
Name: Midoriya Izuku
Race: Human
Class: None
Title: The Gamer
Level: 1
EXP: [0 / 100]
HP: 50 [VIT × 50]
MP: 100 [INT x 50]
HP REGEN: 0.5 HP/m [1% of Max HP per minute]
MP REGEN: 1.0 MP/m [1% of Max MP per minute]
[Stats]
STR: 1 (Lifting, Melee Damage)
VIT: 1 (HP, Durability, Stamina)
DEX: 1 (Agility, Reflexes, Accuracy)
INT: 2 (Mana Damage, Mana Capacity)
WIS: 1 (Analysis, Perception, Control)
CHA: 10 (Persuasion, Presence, Leadership)
LCK: 18 (RNG Events, Crit Chance, Rare Finds)
Available Stat Points: 5
[Skills]
Observe Lv.1 – Displays target's name, level, and vague info. Precision increases with level.
Gamer's Body Lv. Max – Converts all physical and mental strain into numerical values. Damage lowers HP instead of causing injury. Sleep fully restores HP/MP. Follows RPG mechanics for status effects.
Gamer's Mind Lv. Max – Grants perfect calm and rationality. Immunity to panic, mental breakdowns, and external mental interference. Enhances focus. Does not inhibit emotion.
[Traits]
The Gamer - You live life through the mechanics of a game.]
A soundless, manic scream of triumph echoed in my skull. My hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, trembling with the effort to not start dancing. Fuck. Yes.
One For All? The fuck was that? Let me punch you with a 100-point STR stat. It wouldn't be any different from a Smash.
The initial euphoria cooled into focused calculation. What build should I go for? As The Gamer, I could be an all-rounder. Absolute strength, impenetrable defense, lightning speed… I could have it all. Given time.
'Hmm... Magic first,' I decided. The reasoning was simple: range. It wasn't that I was a coward, but I had no idea what kind of insane Quirks I'd face. A long-range option was good for both attack and a tactical retreat.
I let out a short, sharp laugh. "Hah! What am I, theory-crafting? I should just test the damn system."
It was supposed to let me develop skills. Time for the first experiment. I headed out of my room, finding Mom still cleaning up in the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm going out to the convenience store! I'll be back in a bit!" I called out as I shoved my feet into my shoes.
"What? Going out this late?" she asked, her voice laced with immediate worry.
"Yeah! Just need some snacks! I'll be back super fast!" I promised, already pulling the door open.
"Eh?! Wait! Izuku, be careful!" she cried out, startled by my haste.
"I will! See ya!" The door clicked shut behind me, and I took the stairs two at a time.
The park was quiet and expansive, a large patch of greenery under the dim glow of streetlights. I found a secluded spot near a playground slide, the metal cool against my back.
"Alright, time to see if this is just a fancy HUD or if I can actually break the game."
First test: Mana.
I closed my eyes, blocking out the distant city sounds. Search within. It was a trope in every RPG and xianxia novels ever. For a long minute, nothing happened. Just the sound of my own breathing. Then a flicker. A sensation like static electricity under my skin, a faint current that wasn't blood or breath. There you are.
I focused, imagining grasping that current, pulling it up from my core and pushing it out to my skin. It was like trying to fist-fight smoke, but I was stubborn. Slowly, clumsily, the energy responded, weaving a thin, shimmering membrane over my arms and chest. My eyes snapped open. A faint, bluish glow clung to my skin. I flexed a hand, feeling a subtle thrum of power. I felt sturdy and sharp
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[Skill Acquired!]
Skill: Mana Reinforcement Lv.1
Type: Active
Mana Cost: 5 MP to activate, 2 MP per minute to sustain
Effect: Coats the body with mana to enhance physical attributes.
Bonus: +10% STR, +10% VIT, +5% DEX
Description: Strength through mana. The more refined the control, the stronger and more stable the reinforcement.
[Notice: For your successful use of mana, +1 VIT]
[Skill Acquired!]
Skill: Mana Control Lv.1
Type: Active
Mana Cost: Continuous (minor MP drain while active)
Effect: Allows manipulation and direction of mana both internally and externally.
Bonus: +1% MP Efficiency
Description: The foundation of all mana techniques. Your control is clumsy, but every master was once a beginner.
[Notice: For refining mana control, +1 INT]
[Skill Acquired!]
Skill: Mana Perception Lv.1
Type: Passive
Effect: Grants the ability to sense the flow of mana within and around the body.
Detection Range: 2 meters
Description: Awareness refined through mana sensitivity.
[Notice: For successful observation, +1 WIS]
"Heh." A grin split my face. Then a chuckle escaped, quickly bubbling up into full-blown, unrestrained laughter that echoed in the empty park. "Hehehehe... HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, you have got to be kidding me!"
This wasn't just a system. This was a cheat code. A license to go absolutely ham on the world. I could already imagine it bulldozing through enemies, no-selling attacks, becoming something beyond a mere "human
"Whewwww... I gotta calm my tits," I muttered to myself, releasing the mana hold. The blue glow faded, but the excitement didn't. "Can't let this small victory go to my head."
A glance at my watch told me it was just past 9 PM. I had time.
The grin returned, wider and more predatory this time. "So the grind begins."