Backstory:

(3rd person perspective)

Aron was born into an ordinary lower-middle-class family in India. However, tragedy struck early in his life when an unfortunate accident claimed his entire family, leaving him orphaned at a young age.

His childhood was far from ideal, but he had no one to complain to. As he grew up, he managed to be a mediocre existence, supported by the modest funds his parents had left behind. At least he had a house, which he rented out to earn a basic income. Though Aron was naturally talented, his dreams were always limited by his lack of resources

at the age of 13, Aron stumbled upon the world of anime, novels, and manga. Over the years, these became his primary source of joy and escape. By the time he turned 22, he was a dedicated otaku, having spent nearly a decade immersing himself in countless series. His passion and experience earned him the title of a "senior otaku," well-versed in various genres and stories.

Among all the anime he consumed, one stood out above the rest: Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest. This series had a profound impact on him. It wasn't just entertainment—it was an inspiration. Though he wasn't delusional, Aron often imagined himself in Hajime Nagumo's place, wondering if he could do better. Such thoughts might seem foolish, but deep down, Aron couldn't help but wish for a chance to prove himself in a different world.

His reality, however, remained unchanged. Life was a monotonous cycle. The only solace he found was in the escapism offered by his novels and anime. Aron yearned to change his mediocre destiny, to transform his life, but he was powerless against his circumstances.

Despite his struggles, Aron had a kind heart. He often fed stray dogs and occasionally gave food to beggars and the hungry, hoping to earn some good karma—if such a thing even existed.

One night, while relaxing on his terrace, he noticed a meteor streaking across the sky. To his shock, it seemed to be heading directly toward him. He tried to retreat, but the terrace wall blocked his path. Overcome with horror, Aron could only mutter, "Fuck, I'm dead."

In the next instant, the meteor pierced through his chest, leaving a gaping, smoldering hole. A searing pain spread through his body as the heat from the meteor consumed him. He struggled to muster the strength to call for help but knew it was futile.

As he slumped against the wall, the unbearable heat radiating from his chest cavity, his thoughts began to fade. He knew his end was near.

In his final moments, a desperate wish echoed in his mind: "If only I could be reborn… with some cheats… how amazing would that be?"

With that last thought, stillness enveloped him.

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