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You know, I had a lot of firsts this evening.
The first time I ever had a panic attack that was truly potent enough to induce a heart attack. The first time I studied seriously. The first time I had a girl over. The first time getting a call from a friend.
Not the first time cramming everything at the last minute, unfortunately.
The first time opening a door in this world too. Ochako Uraraka stood in the doorway with a small bag in hand, probably filled with gifts. I remembered that Japan had some traditions for visiting, and I guessed this was one of them.
At least I'd spent most of my time setting up snacks, so there's that.
"Hello, AYD-kun! How did your day go?" she asked, her voice cheerful.
I blinked, standing there frozen. I had no idea how to respond. First of all, my day had been a whirlwind of Isekai madness—there weren't even words for it. Second, my brain was completely fried from cramming advanced mechanics that hadn't even been researched in my old world.
"It... it went, I guess," I mumbled.
"Hm? Are you alright, AYD-kun?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied my face, concern creeping into her voice.
I froze for a moment, unsure of how I must look right now. My brain was still scattered, and the weight of everything made it feel like I was barely holding it together. "I'm fine," I managed to say, hoping I didn't sound too off, hoping I didn't give anything away.
A tense silence followed. I could feel her gaze lingering on me, searching for something in my expression, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I had messed up. Was I acting weird? Did I look like I was hiding something?
Finally, Uraraka broke the silence, her tone softening as her usual cheerfulness returned. "Well, that's great!" she said, flashing me a bright smile, as if nothing was wrong.
I sighed internally, relieved she didn't press further.
Uraraka greeted me cheerfully, handing me the bag with a bright smile that instantly lifted the mood. Her cheerful personality seemed to fill the room, making it feel lighter somehow.
As she brushed past me, the soft scent of her shampoo—something floral and fresh—lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle trace of her perfume, a light, sweet fragrance that made the atmosphere feel warm and inviting. Her hair swayed gracefully with each step.
I stood there for a moment, absently moving past her to close the door, still trying to shake off the weight of everything that had happened today.
"Uh, I prepared some snacks as brain food, for all the support item talk. You like mochi, right?"
Uraraka paused, her gaze shifting toward the table. Her eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of the food, but she quickly shook her head, most likely trying to maintain some composure.
"Y-yeah, I like mochi," she replied, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "How did you know that though, AYD-kun?"
"Guess."
Uraraka sat down at the table, giving a soft thank you for the food before popping a piece of mochi into her mouth. I followed suit, sitting down across from her and starting on the snacks I had prepared. It felt like the right thing to do—not let your guest eat alone, even if you're not exactly engaged with them. Company matters.
She began talking about her day, casually mentioning what she'd done and what she had for lunch. I mostly tuned it out, my focus shifting between her animated face and the laptop in front of me. My mind raced, constantly tweaking calculations and last-minute revisions in my head. The last thing I wanted was for her to notice how distracted I was.
What caught my attention however was Uraraka's beauty. Perhaps it was because the people in an anime were better looking than the average people in my previous world, or perhaps it was because she was one of the main characters, but she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, excluding those Instagram models, but they just advertised their OnlyFans so they don't count.
If I was in another situation, I would have admired her beauty more, and maybe even tried a bit of flirting, but at this moment, I was completely focused on my presentation.
As I sat there, lost in thought, mulling over the situation and the endless "What-ifs," I barely noticed Uraraka wiping her mouth with a tissue beside her plate. She looked up, catching my absent-minded stare, and blinked in surprise. Without missing a beat, she waved her hand in front of me, breaking me out of my stupor.
"Are you alright, AYD-kun?"
Damn it. Was I just staring at her this entire time? I needed to be more aware of my surroundings. For fuck's sake.
I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. "I'm fine, Uraraka. Just doing some last-minute revisions."
"Oh, yeah I get it" Uraraka giggled while rubbing her head. She most likely, did not get it. "Uh, I don't understand much about support items, so I'm not sure how much help I would be"
"That's fine, I'm sure you could be of some help". A moment after saying it, I internally cringed. That was... not the best thing to say.
Though, now that I think of it, it is weird that this body asked for Uraraka, a person not very knowledgeable in support items to come help with the presentation as compared to someone like Izuku or Mei who are much more informed of such topics. Perhaps this version had a crush on her?
'I'll bother about this later.'
Turning around, I opened up my laptop. Just then a notification appeared on my laptop.
'Update Required: Restart now?'
I stared at the screen for an unknown amount of time, but in the end I still quirked up a small smile.No matter the world, Windows is still a pain in the ass with its constant updates.
Minimizing the popup, I opened up my presentation. The fact that she didn't know much about this stuff was a blessing in disguise. I could easily cover up this stuff with other bullshit if I wanted to.
"Right let's start"
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The presentation went....surprisingly well. Somehow the words seemed to flow out of my mouth, and my brain somehow managed to comprehend those words as well. Uraraka asked some questions, but they were just basic questions that I could easily answer.
*crunch*
Taking a bite of a potato chip out of a packet I just opened, I saw Uraraka flipping the pages of my notes, reading, but not understanding any of it.
"Say, AYD, what type of device would you make to help support me in Hero work?"
"Oh, that's a good one" I said while chewing as I set down the bag of chips and got up while dusting my hands. "That could be a question the teachers ask, hypothetical scenarios, or hypothetical heroes and how my support items could benefit them, nice thinking."
"Really?" Uraraka giggled as she rubbed her head "I just wanted to know..."
Let's see, from what I remember of her quirk: Zero Gravity, it had the ability to make an object weightless upon contact with the padded fingers on her fingers. Prolonged maintenance of this ability, or making huge objects weightless could cause nausea or vomiting.
"Let's see, for your Quirk...a Glove that has openings for your fingers, or a material that conducts your Quirks could be a decent start in case you need to touch something hazardous to transport it out of an area. Perhaps a device that could reduce the nausea you feel? Maybe a sort of injection system providing relief medicine for nausea? But then I'd have to make a preservation system for the medicine..."
Uraraka blinked as I let out multiple ideas. She briefly met other support course members, and they all seemed to be eccentric as well. Perhaps this was just one of the common personalities they possessed. It would make sense, that an obsession of some degree would be required to enter a school like UA.
Especially that pink-haired girl...
"Huh, you're really like Deku-kun," Uraraka remarked with a small chuckle.
"Huh? Oh, was I muttering?" I froze, realizing how easily my thoughts had slipped out. "Damn, I need to control that too."
Uraraka giggled, waving off my concern. "No, it's fine. I don't mind it. It's inspiring to see someone enjoy and follow their passion this much. People usually don't get to pursue what they want."
There was a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a quiet tension I hadn't noticed before. Her words, simple as they were, felt heavier now. The words hung in the air for a moment, and something about them struck me as odd. Did she not want to be a hero, or was there something more to it?
Uraraka glanced down at her phone, her eyes widening when she saw the time. "Oh, it's really late! Sorry, but I need to leave now. Aizawa-sensei said we'd have some form of rescue training tomorrow," she said, her voice tinged with urgency. She quickly stood up, gathering her things in a hurry before dashing toward the door.
"Bye, AYD-kun!" she called, her voice bright despite the rush.
"Oh, bye," I managed to reply, still caught off guard by how quickly everything had shifted.
No sooner did she close the door and leave my apartment did the words register in my mind. Rescue Training? doesn't rescue training happen at a specialized facility outside the UA main campus? Why does that sound so familia-
Oh.
The USJ arc. Where the main antagonist of the series first makes an appearance. They hijack the USJ facility, cut off communications with the main campus, and the students are left to fend for themselves until the teachers can arrive. It was one of the first major threats the students had to face.
I bit my lip. If it went as Canon, I didn't need to worry about it, because they would all survive. But what guarantee do I have that everything will go according to Canon? Now that I've already interfered with Canon, even if minimally, it could completely derail the entire plot. The class might not even survive tomorrow.
I clenched my fist so tight my nails dug into my palm, the sting barely registering through the searing anger. No Quirk, no special abilities—just me, a regular guy stuck in a world where power is everything. Even with my memories of this place, even knowing what's coming, what could I really do? I can't step in and save anyone. In a world where people can fly, control fire, or bend gravity to their will, I'm nothing more than a bystander.
Why? My teeth ground together as my blood boiled with frustration.
I felt my eyebrows furrow, the tightness in my chest matching the storm brewing inside me. My breath quickened, my thoughts racing. Was this really it? Was I doomed to be stuck in a world of heroes and villains, watching from the sidelines? Why am I even here?
I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. My shoulders were stiff, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I could barely keep up with everything happening around me, let alone act when shit hits the fan. No power, no influence—just knowledge of a world I couldn't even affect.
What's the point of being brought here, if I can't even do anything with the chance? I grimaced, feeling the ache of my past life creeping in. Nothing's changed... still poor old useless me.
A flash of memories from my previous life hit me like a punch to the gut—sitting alone in my cramped apartment, hearing sirens wail outside, knowing someone was probably in trouble but having no way to help. The sounds of voices shouting, a neighbor's desperate cries, and there I was, just watching it all unfold. I could do nothing.
'No way to stop them, no way to be more than a bystander.'
Another memory:my sister, always the golden child. I could see her face so clearly, that smug grin on her lips whenever she aced a test. The top of the class, always praised for being so smart, so perfect. And then there was me, just barely scraping by, too stupid to keep up with her. My grades—nothing to write home about. Her's? Always first place, always the one getting the attention, the praise.
And then there was the family gatherings. "Oh, look at her! She's going to be a doctor someday, a real asset to the family!" They said. I just stood there, my own accomplishments so... insignificant. What was I? A failure?
I've always been useless. It's just how I am, no matter the world.
Calm down.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. My hands were still clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms. I forced myself to stop, to focus.
Think about this carefully.
The USJ incident. I could practically hear the chaos in my mind—the villains attacking, the students scattered, the teachers scrambling to respond. What went wrong? Right, the communications. They jammed the radio, cutting off contact with the main campus.
My mind kicked into overdrive. I couldn't change what happened, but I could change how things would go down tomorrow. There had to be a way to avoid the same mistakes, to fix what went wrong before the situation started.
'If the communication issue could be resolved, the teachers would arrive quicker. The students could coordinate. Maybe they could fight back more effectively. The situation could change.'
I froze for a moment, that glimmer of hope flickering in my mind. Could I do something? Was there a way I could help, even if it was just a small part in all of this? I was just one person. No Quirk, no powers—but I could use my knowledge. I might not be able to fight, but maybe I could give the heroes a fighting chance.
I had no Quirk. No way to physically fight, no superpower to rely on. But... my knowledge, what I knew about technology, systems, devices, it could still be useful. There were ways to bypass communications, ways to secure systems. Maybe I could find a way to fix that jam, to help the others communicate and coordinate. It wasn't much, but it was something. It was more than I'd ever done in my past life.
I clenched my jaw, pushing past the nagging doubts. 'This is your chance. You can still help.'
I quickly glanced at my laptop, my mind already racing through ideas and possibilities. If I could find a way to get the comms back online, maybe, just maybe, I could make a difference.
No more sitting on the sidelines.
The first thing that came to mind was communication. The primary reason the USJ incident spiraled out of control was because the villains jammed the radio signals. If they couldn't communicate with the main campus, they couldn't call for reinforcements, couldn't strategize.
If the communication issue could be resolved...
The teachers would arrive quicker. The students could coordinate. Maybe they could fight back more effectively. The situation could change.
With a deep breath, I dropped into my chair, opening my laptop and grabbing a notebook. My presentation? It could wait. The crisis tomorrow? That's what mattered. I needed to focus on what I could do right now.
A form of wireless communication that could reach long distances, that couldn't be jammed by EMPs or Radio Jamming Quirks… This felt like creating an entirely new form of wireless tech. The weight of it hit me hard. Could I really do this? No Quirk, no fancy abilities, just me and my makeshift ideas.
But I had to try. Even if I managed to make it work, I needed a frequency the main campus could pick up. There has to be something. Something that wasn't reliant on traditional radio waves. I racked my brain for any potential solution.
Radio jamming, I knew, was a method that worked by broadcasting interference on a particular frequency, rendering communication useless. The villains used it at USJ, cutting off the line between the main campus and the field. What could I do to bypass that?
Single Frequency Waves came to mind. They were a form of electromagnetic wave, just like light, but they didn't need a satellite. They were simple and direct, often used in things like walkie-talkies. And crucially, they operated on a different wavelength than traditional radio waves. That could be my key.
Strictly speaking, SFWs were still radio waves, just operating on a single frequency that most jamming systems wouldn't mess with. If the villain's quirk targeted a specific frequency, this could work. But, if it was adaptive, the jam could spread across multiple frequencies, meaning I'd be stuck. Still, it was the best I could come up with.
I glanced at the clock. Time was ticking. I had no idea what frequency the USJ system used, so I'd have to design a device capable of cycling through multiple frequencies on its own. Something similar to how a smart TV or phone can tune in to different signals. It was a gamble, but I had no choice.
Well then, no time to waste.
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"Ugh."
Groaning and scratching my head, I downed my third cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would kick in and clear the fog in my brain. I made the final adjustments to my device, tweaking it for the hundredth time. I'd run the tests, fine-tuned it to release as many frequencies as possible. These radio waves should fly right over... Damn it, now's not the time to geek out.
Shaking my head, I grabbed my slippers and checked the time—7 AM. Good, she should be awake by now. I slipped out of my apartment and made my way downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. As I reached Uraraka's door, I rang the doorbell and waited. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed from inside, followed by the door opening.
"Hel—AH!"
I froze as Uraraka's face went from warm and welcoming to pale and shocked. Her eyes widened, and she let out a yelp of surprise when she saw me standing there. I probably looked like a zombie: hair wild, eyes bloodshot with dark bags under them, and the unmistakable scent of coffee on my breath.
"It's just me," I said in a dry voice, my throat burning from staying up all night.
"O-Oh, it's you, AYD-kun," she stammered, clutching her chest with one hand, her face showing a mix of fear and confusion. She clearly wasn't expecting a visitor at this hour. "What are you doing this early?"
I could barely muster a response as I tried to shake off the exhaustion.
"I got something for your Rescue Training," I rasped, my voice still hoarse from the lack of sleep. I pulled out the amulet, showing it to her with a sense of pride despite my exhaustion. "It's simple. There's a big red button on it. Just press it when you need help—whether it's for communication or something else."
I watched as Uraraka examined the amulet, her fingers tracing over the smooth surface as she listened intently to my explanation. She nodded, clearly understanding the concept.
She tucked the amulet into her pocket, her smile bright despite my haggard appearance. "Thanks for worrying, AYD. But the Rescue Facility is made by UA, so it's bound to be super secure. Also... you look really worn out. Are you sure you'll be fine for your presentation today?"
I waved off her concerns, my hand brushing through my disheveled hair as I tried to put on a confident face. "Don't worry about me. Just focus on your training. Good luck."
With that, I turned around, dragging myself back up to my room. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and I knew there wasn't going to be any presentation today—not with the USJ incident looming over everything.
With how tired I was, I think I'll just go to sleep... for... now...
The weight of exhaustion hit me all at once as I stumbled back into my room. I barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto it, the sheets feeling like the softest thing in the world. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, ideas, and plans, but my body was screaming for rest.
I could barely keep my eyes open as I kicked the covers over me, shutting out the noise in my head for just a little while. Just a few hours of sleep. I would tackle everything after. For now, I needed to let go. Just... rest.
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I opened my eyes slowly, the blurriness fading as I rubbed them with a groan. For a moment, I had to convince myself that everything that had happened—Uraraka, the amulet, the USJ incident—wasn't just some bizarre, optimistic dream. But the reality of it all settled in as I took in the familiar yet strange surroundings of my apartment. This wasn't a dream; I was really here.
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already 6 in the evening. I had somehow slept the entire day away. Letting out a tired sigh, I got out of bed and went through my usual routine—brushing my teeth, taking a quick bath to shake off the grogginess, and getting something to eat. My stomach grumbled, reminding me just how much I'd missed yesterday's meals.
Sitting at the kitchen table, I switched on the TV to catch the news. If something like the USJ incident had happened, surely it would be plastered all over the media. I scanned the headlines, waiting to hear any updates or reports about the situation.
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I fucked up.
The weight of it hit me like a ton of bricks. The USJ incident—I somehow made it worse.
In the original timeline, the students were shaken, sure, but most of them walked away with minimal harm. Aizawa took a heavy hit, but he was still alive. This time, though, it was different. The students... they suffered massive damage. And the teachers—hell, they didn't make it. Fatal wounds. How did that happen? What went wrong?
Was it because All Might wasn't there? That's the only explanation I can come up with. Without his power to balance the fight, the villains had too much of an upper hand. But the teachers were supposed to be strong too, right? Why did they fall so easily? Was it because they weren't prepared for something like the Nomu? How the hell did I mess up so badly?
I can barely breathe, my chest tightening as I try to wrap my mind around it. "What the hell did I do?" The questions pile on, each one heavier than the last. I don't have answers. Not a single one.
This—this is my fault. I had the chance to make a difference, to help, but instead... I just made things worse.
I can't even imagine what will happen when All For One finally makes his move, or when All Might steps down. If I can't even help in a situation like the USJ arc, what am I even supposed to do when the real shit hits the fan?
I bit my nails as I closed my eyes. Support items. Sure, If I managed to craft a suit like All Might's, it could help with some villains, but against the endgame, it won't be of much help. Besides, that suit was crafted on I-island, the pinnacle of support item creation filled with endless resources and the world's most brilliant scientists. It was practically big enough to be its own country. There's no way to recreate something like that with just normal resources.
Getting into I-island was even harder. You either needed a really high-ranking hero's permission, or to be a winner of a huge international event, like the Sports Festival, something I absolutely am unable to do as a Quirkless individual.
I sighed, closing my eyes as I massaged my temples, the frustration swirling in my mind. Power, what I need is power. I never really understood the obsession those main characters had with obtaining power—always striving for something more, something greater. But now? Now, I get it.
Why the hell am I even in this world if I don't have any abilities? Was I really just dropped here to watch, powerless? Does some god or entity actually expect me to achieve anything in a place like this without a leg up? If I could just get anything—some kind of cheat, some system, a Quirk that's ridiculously overpowered—anything at this point, I'd take it. Anything that gives me a chance to actually make a difference.
I exhaled sharply.
But then I stopped myself, shaking my head. Whining won't do anything. I can't sit around and mope forever. If the world won't give me a hand, then I'll have to take matters into my own hands. Sure, I'm not one of those main characters with an OP Quirk or a tragic backstory that makes me some kind of edgy powerhouse. I'm not the chosen one, and I don't have some god-tier ability to change the world.
But I'm not going to let that stop me.
The world won't help me? Fine. I'll help myself.
I open my eyes in determination—What the fuck?
My vision swirls as I blink rapidly, my heart racing. What I'm seeing in front of me... it's impossible. A vast void, swirling with multiple colors, colliding and blending together in a dazzling kaleidoscope. I look around frantically, realizing that I'm floating. The fragments of... something, of memories? They're rotating around me like a galaxy of images, each one pulsing with strange energy.
What is this? I think, my breath quickening as I try to make sense of it. My mind races for an explanation. Is this my Quirk?
I focus on one of the fragments. My brows furrow as I see a familiar scene: Ichigo Kurosaki releasing his Bankai against Byakuya Kuchiki. I feel an eerie sense of déjà vu—I've seen this scene a hundred times, maybe more. The fight, the intensity of it—it's seared into my memory. But why is it here?
"Is this... some form of memory quirk?"
But then I stop, confused by my own thoughts. "No". I wave my hand and scroll through the fragments around me, watching more scenes play out."What's going on?" I see various anime moments flash before my eyes—memories of things I've watched—each one eerily detailed.
I grow more frustrated as I keep scrolling through them. "If this is a memory quirk, why the hell are there only anime fragments? Where's my actual memory? Where's my real knowledge?"
Suddenly, my fingers brush against the fragment showing Ichigo's Bankai again. Before I can process what's happening, a force I can't comprehend pulls me in. My vision warps, and I'm no longer in the kaleidoscopic void. I find myself standing in a ruined city, surrounded by broken buildings and debris. The air is thick and heavy, as if something in the atmosphere itself is suffocating me. I gasp for breath, but it's useless—the weight is too much.
I try to stand, but as I push myself up, a crushing pressure slams down on me, like an invisible hand squeezing my chest. It's not just physical; it feels like my soul is being crushed. My body trembles under the intensity of the pressure, and every part of me screams in agony.
What the hell is this? I can barely think straight as the world around me feels like it's collapsing. It's not just painful, it's soul-shattering.
My knees buckle, and I collapse to the ground, gasping for air, trying to hold onto my consciousness.
"Ghak"
"Ghak!"
The sound barely escaped my lips as I tried to scream, but my body refused to obey. It was like I was paralyzed, unable to move an inch, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. I could feel the weight of my own existence pressing down on me, every inch of my body screaming in agony as I slowly crumpled to the ground. My hands instinctively shot out in front of me to catch myself, but it didn't help. I could feel the coldness of the earth beneath my fingers, and the world around me was growing darker with each passing second.
No… I thought desperately, as the darkness in my vision expanded, threatening to consume me entirely. My eyes were drooping, fighting against the darkness pulling at my consciousness.
"NO!" I roared, my voice strained with the last of my will. My eyes snapped open a fraction wider, as I fought to retain control of myself. I could feel the pressure closing in, suffocating me. I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, but I wasn't ready to go. Not yet.
With what little strength I had left, I thought of the void, of the strange, comforting space that I had found myself floating in earlier. I could feel it, that warm, almost soothing sensation of weightlessness and freedom.
Please, just get me out of here, I willed, focusing on nothing but that endless void, that escape.
In an instant, everything shifted.
My eyes shot open wide as the pressure around me vanished, like a fog lifting. I was back in the void—the purple-black kaleidoscope of swirling colors around me, the peaceful stillness, the strange fragments of memories floating by. I blinked, catching my breath as my body finally obeyed. I couldn't even feel the weight of my limbs anymore.
I shuddered, the cold sweat still clinging to my skin, and instinctively pushed away the fragments that surrounded me. I clutched my head in my hands, trying to center myself, to steady the frantic beating of my heart.
What… what just happened?
I gasped for air, my breath ragged, as I tried to comprehend the overwhelming sensation of fear and helplessness.
"What the hell was that?"
"Wait," I gasped, my mind racing as I replayed the sequence of events. That landscape—the ruins, the men in black clothing—and that pressure… That pressure... It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was so intense, so suffocating, that it felt like it could crack my very soul. My blood ran cold as realization hit me.
"No way."
I muttered under my breath, unable to fully believe it, but the truth was undeniable. The spiritual pressure I had just felt? That was Reiatsu. I could still feel the lingering remnants of it in the air, a force so crushing it left me with the sensation of being physically crushed.
This wasn't some random glitch in my mind. No, this was real.
I waved my hands instinctively, and the fragments surrounding me obeyed, shifting and swirling around me in a mesmerizing dance. The void pulsed in response, alive with energy, as if it were welcoming me.
Looking at the fragments, each one displaying a scene from a different anime, a slow grin spread across my face. It was becoming clear now, the enormity of what I was dealing with.
"This is busted."
Forget everything I said about not having an OP ability or the world not helping me.
Composing myself and 'sitting up,' I surveyed the fragments that continued to swirl around me, each one a scene from a world I had only seen through a screen. The beauty and chaos of these distant realities were right in front of me, as tangible as the air I breathed.
"Who gave me this?" I muttered, my voice low, almost lost in the vastness of the void. The fragments seemed to pulse in rhythm with my thoughts, like they were listening, reacting. "Or what gave me this ability?"
I had no answers. Not yet, anyway. There were no clues, no hints as to whether this was a gift or a curse. Was there a hidden hand controlling this, or was I simply... chosen? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but deep down, I could feel it: this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
I wasn't going to let it slip away.
A grin tugged at the corner of my lips as I let the void around me embrace me. This was bigger than anything I'd ever imagined. In a world where I felt powerless, here I was—standing in the center of infinite possibilities, surrounded by realities I could dive into, explore, and maybe even shape.
No more just watching from the sidelines.
I could feel the weight of my decision coming up—the first step. Where to go first? There were so many worlds to choose from, so many stories I could immerse myself in. But I had to be smart. This wasn't a game. The consequences of this power could be far-reaching. Still, the excitement bubbled up in my chest.
I wasn't just a nobody anymore. Not with this. I had a chance to make a real impact.
Time to choose.