I opened my eyes to a wooden ceiling, its grain swirling like a map of some forgotten realm. For a split second, I thought I was still in my bedroom, procrastinating on homework. Then reality hit—or rather, *unreality* did. I pinched my arm, hard. *Ow.* Not a dream. I'd been yeeted into another world, just like in those transmigration novels I binged. One minute, I'm dodging sunburn on a dusty road; the next, survival's my new GPA.
The room was straight out of a samurai flick: tatami mats, sliding shoji screens, and a faint scent of cedar. Sunlight streamed through a paper window, casting soft shadows. I sat up on a futon, my heart doing a weird tap-dance. *Okay, transmigration checklist: new world, check. Weird room, check. Now what?*
A glint caught my eye—a letter on a low wooden desk, glowing faintly like it was auditioning for a fantasy RPG. I grabbed it, the paper cool and unnaturally smooth under my fingers. Taking a deep breath, I unfolded it and read:
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**Hey, Little Guy,**
Don't think you fooled me with that tough-guy act back in the void. I could've called out your bluff, but I'm nice like that.
Welcome to your new world! Playtime's over, so listen up. The Helmet of Fate? No pesky god inside, but it's got… let's call them *quirks*. Don't expect it to hold your hand. The magic book's locked to you—anti-theft, anti-hacker, no Great Sage shortcuts. You've got to crack those spells yourself. Oh, and that book? It's got *all* DC magic, including the heavy hitters. Gods, demons, the works. Study hard, or you'll blow yourself up.
You're in the world of *My Hero Academia*. Surprise! In seven days, the Hero Course entrance exam for UA High kicks off. I've enrolled you—don't say I never did you any favors. Not feeling the hero vibe? No problem. I left you a stash of cash and a shiny new identity. You're fluent in Japanese (reading, writing, speaking—thank me later). If you hop worlds again, though, you're on your own for language lessons.
Good luck, or as they say here, *Ganbatte*!
—Your Cosmic Travel Agent
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I snorted, folding the letter. *"Little guy"? Rude.* The old man's sarcasm was almost as annoying as his handwriting. Still, *My Hero Academia*? That was a curveball. A world of quirks, heroes, and villains who punched first and monologued later. I wasn't sure if I was thrilled or terrified.
First things first: gear check. I focused, willing the Helmet of Fate into existence. It materialized in my hands—a sleek, golden sphere that hummed faintly, its surface cool yet alive with energy. My pulse quickened as a wave of raw power washed over me, like I could bench-press a skyscraper. I resisted the urge to slap it on. *Slow down, idiot. This thing's a loaded gun.*
Next, the magic book. With a thought, it appeared on the desk, its cover shimmering like molten gold, etched with runes that pulsed faintly. I ran a finger over it, half-expecting it to zap me. It didn't, but it felt… heavy, like it held the weight of entire realities. *All DC magic, huh? That's a lot of homework.*
Now for the Great Sage skill. I cleared my throat, feeling a bit silly. "Great Sage, you there?"
A calm, genderless voice echoed in my mind. *"Active. How may I assist?"*
"Scan my body. Any latent quirks or abilities?"
*"Negative. No quirks or innate abilities detected. Recommendation: review your identity documents for further context."*
"Documents? Where are they?"
*"Would you like me to scan the residence?"*
"Go for it," I said, leaning back on the futon.
*"Scan complete. Documents located in the second bedroom downstairs, inside a cabinet, top drawer."*
I grinned. *Okay, that's handy.* "Can you read the documents from here?"
*"Affirmative. Summarizing requested information: Name, Aiden Blaze. Occupation, none. Bank account, 1.5 million yen. No recorded abilities or quirks."*
"What about family? Parents, siblings?"
*"Parents deceased. No siblings. Records indicate homeschooling, no high school enrollment, and no social connections. Your identity appears newly fabricated."*
I let out a breath. *Clean slate, no baggage. Nice.* The old man had set me up with a blank canvas of a life—perfect for blending in or standing out, depending on my mood.
Curiosity got the better of me. I picked up the helmet again, its golden surface reflecting my nervous grin. *Screw it.* I slid it over my head. The world went dark for a heartbeat, then exploded into clarity. The helmet molded to my skull, cool and snug. My clothes shimmered, transforming into a midnight-blue bodysuit with gold accents that gleamed like starlight. A high golden collar materialized around my neck, pulsing faintly, and a long, flowing cloak billowed behind me with a dramatic *whoosh*. I caught my reflection in a nearby mirror and froze.
*Holy crap.* I looked like Doctor Fate straight out of a comic book, minus the glowing eyes and cosmic gravitas. Power surged through me—strength, speed, durability, all dialed up to levels that made 99% of this world's heroes look like gym rats. My blood sang with it, intoxicating and terrifying.
But as I stood there, flexing my new cosmic drip, a thought hit me: *What now?* With this much power, would fights even be fun? I shook my head, laughing at myself. *What a dumb thing to worry about.* Better to start strong than to scrabble like some underdog. Still, raw power wasn't enough. I needed skill, strategy, and a plan.
The Hero Course exam loomed in a week. I could dive in, flex my new toys, and probably ace it. But UA was a spotlight, and I wasn't sure I wanted every villain in Japan sniffing around me. Plus, the magic book was a goldmine—if I could master even a fraction of its spells, I'd be unstoppable.
I sat at the desk, the book open before me. Its pages glowed softly, filled with arcane symbols and diagrams that made my head spin. *Fire manipulation, time distortion, dimensional rifts… yeah, this is gonna take a while.* I glanced at the helmet, now resting on the desk. "Great Sage, can you help me read this?"
*"Negative. The book's magic is locked to your comprehension. I can analyze its structure but cannot interpret spells until you unlock them through study."*
*Figured.* The old man wasn't kidding about no shortcuts. I cracked my knuckles. "Alright, then. Time to grind."
For the next week, I holed up in the house, a hermit with a cosmic library. I pored over the book, starting with basic spells—energy shields, minor telekinesis—while testing the helmet's limits. The cloak let me hover a few feet off the ground, which was cool until I crashed into a shelf. The Great Sage proved invaluable, analyzing my progress and pointing out flaws in my form. By day five, I could summon a shimmering barrier strong enough to stop a truck. By day seven, I was tossing energy bolts like a discount Green Lantern.
As the exam day approached, I stood in the mirror, helmet on, cloak billowing. Aiden Blaze, the nobody with no quirks, was about to step into a world of heroes. Whether I'd join them, outshine them, or ditch the whole scene, I hadn't decided. But one thing was clear: this world wasn't ready for me.
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