I died simple as that.
I can't remember how, and I can't remember anything about my life. Nothing but memories of shows, manga, and anime I'd enjoyed in the past.
It's strange to exist without memories or a personality. No name. No weight on my shoulders. Just drifting through what felt like an infinite, silent void with no goal and no direction.
I "lived" like that if you could even call it living for what felt like forever. Then I sensed something. A presence. It appeared before me, and even without moving, I could feel it lingering in front of me for what seemed like ages.
I spent that time stretch wondering what I should do with it what I could do until finally, curiosity pushed me forward. I moved toward it, and the moment my being touched it…
…my consciousness began to fade.
"Ugh…"
My whole body hurt—like I'd been hit by a missile.
Wait… body?!
I forced my eyes open. It was difficult, but after a moment, a blinding light made me squint and turn away. My vision slowly adjusted, and once the brightness stopped stabbing at my eyes, I saw it: the sky. A beautiful, vivid blue sky.
I tried to sit up only to be stopped by restraints. A cold realization sank in: I was strapped to a stretcher. I lifted my head as much as I could and noticed something worse my hands were handcuffed.
Turning my head to the right, I spotted a man in a formal suit wearing… a dog mask? He was speaking with a group of people dressed in tight, brightly colored hero costumes.
Looking around, I saw ruined houses, debris scattered everywhere, and more injured people strapped to stretchers being pushed toward ambulances.
What in the world happened?
It looked like a warzone. And why was I handcuffed? And why were those people dressed like this some kind of cosplay convention?
Calm down. Panicking isn't going to give you answers.
After a few seconds, I forced myself to breathe and focus.
The group of weirdly dressed people continued talking until a scruffy looking homeless man with long hair and a scarf approached them. They exchanged words, then all of them stared directly at me.
The beggar looking man and the dog mask man approached, stopping right beside my stretcher. Their eyes were filled with hate and something else. Caution.
They glared for a long, uncomfortable moment before the dog man finally spoke.
"It seems you're awake, Overhaul, or should I say Kai Chisaki, leader of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza group. Today, you'll finally face your crimes, you criminal scum."
Overhaul? Kai? Yakuza? Criminal?
My mind went blank. He couldn't be talking about me. There must be some mistake I didn't remember doing anything.
I opened my mouth to explain… but pain exploded in my skull, sharp and vicious, like my brain was being split in half.
Memories foreign memories flooded into me. Faces I didn't know. Places I'd never been. Feelings that weren't mine but felt like they belonged to me.
Kai.
Overhaul.
The Shie Hassaikai.
Eri.
Boss…
These memories weren't mine… yet they were. I was Kai. I was Overhaul.
But that made no sense. Overhaul was fictional just a character in My Hero Academia.
Yet the memories in my head said otherwise.
This world was real.
And worse I had been transmigrated after the protagonist defeated him.
"WHY COULDN'T I HAVE STARTED AS A BABY OR SOMETHING?!"
Panic surged through me.
Calm down, Kai. Think logically.
From what I remembered, I was seconds away from being taken to Shigaraki where I'd lose my quirk and my hands if I didn't act.
I needed a plan. Anything.
Slowly, my body responded again. I looked at the two "heroes" in front of me, then spoke calmly :
"I have an offer to make… with you heroes."
Author's Note
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