I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. I tried looking around, hoping to see something—anything—but there was nothing. This is strange, I thought. Just a moment ago, I was at home listening to Epic: The Musical – The Ithaca Saga. Then I went to sleep. That's all I remember.
And now, I'm here. Wherever here is.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, but boredom quickly got the better of me. "Hi, is anybody there?" I called out, my voice echoing into the void.
"Yes, Kai," a calm yet resonant voice replied.
I froze. Someone else was here. But where? I couldn't see them.
"I can't show myself because it would kill you," the voice explained.
My thoughts raced. Great, they can read my mind too.
"What's your name? And why am I here?" I asked, keeping my voice as steady as possible.
"You wouldn't be able to comprehend my true name," the voice replied, "but you are here to help me."
"Alright... What should I call you? And can you take on a form that won't kill me?" I asked, the unease creeping into my tone.
A bright light erupted from the darkness, its intensity forcing me to shield my eyes. The light coalesced, taking on a vaguely humanoid shape. "You can call me Aureon," the being said.
"Alright, Aureon. What could I possibly help you with? And, what's in it for me if I do?" I asked, a hint of a smirk tugging at my lips.
"I have observed your life, Kai," Aureon said with a neutral tone. "You're bored. I'm offering you the chance to enter a new world and have some fun."
"Oh, that does sound interesting. And what's in it for you?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Energy," Aureon replied. "I'm dying, Kai. I need magical energy to sustain myself until my other Avatar completes their mission."
"Wait, gods can die? I'm assuming you're a god," I said, my curiosity now fully piqued.
"Yes, I am. But I am a low-tier god," Aureon explained. "Gods like me rely on external sources of energy. Higher-tier gods can create their own energy, but I am not so fortunate."
I thought about it for a moment. "Alright, I'm in. I don't have anything to go back to anyway—no family, no friends, not even a pet." The sadness in my voice betrayed my attempt to sound indifferent.
Aureon nodded. "Very well. You'll be sent to the world of Teen Wolf. You may choose one power—but nothing too overpowered."
Grinning, I already knew what I wanted. "I want Toji Fushiguro's Heavenly Restriction body from Jujutsu Kaisen."
Aureon paused, his gaze intensifying. "You're the second human to ask for that ability," he said, almost as though talking to himself. His glowing eyes brightened, twin orbs like miniature suns, forcing me to shield my eyes again.
"It is done," he said, his voice tinged with finality as his eyes returned to normal.
"One more thing," I said quickly. "Can you make me rich? I'd rather not worry about money."
Aureon regarded me for a moment before nodding. "Yes. That can be arranged." His eyes glowed once more, and I braced myself against the searing light.
"It is done. You'll awaken in a few days before the plot starts."
Before I could ask another question, my vision dimmed, and the world slipped into darkness once again.
I woke up in an incredibly comfortable bed, the kind that makes you want to stay wrapped in the blankets forever. But curiosity got the better of me. Sliding out of bed, I stretched and took a moment to orient myself before deciding to explore the house.
The place was beautiful. Walking through the spacious hallway, I noticed the subtle elegance of the design—warm colors, sleek furniture, and just enough décor to feel personal.
The kitchen caught my attention first. It was huge, with polished marble countertops, high-end appliances, and a center island that looked perfect for hosting. The double-door fridge gleamed under the soft overhead lights, and there was enough space to cook a feast for a dozen people.
I moved through the rest of the house, discovering five bedrooms, each thoughtfully furnished. Some had large windows that let sunlight stream in, while others felt cozy and private. The house felt alive, yet peaceful—a place I could get used to.
Heading downstairs, I stumbled upon the basement, which was more like a professional gym. It was massive, with rows of weights, machines, a treadmill, and even a sparring area. One entire wall was covered with mirrors, reflecting the pristine, high-tech setup.
Eventually, I wandered into one of the two bathrooms. The space was sleek and modern, with a huge walk-in shower and spotless glass fixtures. As I approached the mirror above the sink, I paused to take a closer look at myself.
It was me—but not quite. My skin was smooth and clear, with no trace of acne. My build was noticeably different, too—lean and athletic, with the kind of defined muscle you'd see on a swimmer. My short dreads were neatly styled, and my light brown skin seemed to glow under the bathroom's soft lighting.
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I stared at my reflection for a long moment, running a hand over my face and arms. "This is... unreal," I murmured.
The house, the body, everything felt surreal, yet I knew it was real. Aureon's promise was coming to life.
I never asked how I was supposed to collect magical energy in this world.
"Just by living here. Your body is automatically siphoning the energy I need to survive," Aureon's voice echoed in my mind.
Well, that's convenient. No extra effort required.
With that reassurance, I decided to test out my new body. I headed down to the basement gym and began what I dubbed the One Punch Man workout: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run on the treadmill. By the end, I barely broke a sweat.
Feeling a surge of confidence, I turned to the punching bag. I hit it with full force—and destroyed it in one punch.
"Great," I muttered, staring at the ruined bag. "Guess I'll need to order a new one."
This made me realize something important: I needed to learn to control my strength. I couldn't risk accidentally hurting someone. So, I spent the rest of the day working on precision and restraint, throwing lighter punches, focusing on form, and testing my limits.
After hours of practice, I was sweaty and sore, but satisfied. I took a long shower, cooked myself two medium-rare steaks, and savored every bite. Then, exhausted, I went to bed.
The next morning, curiosity struck me. Who was I in this world?
I checked my wallet and found an ID. My name was Kai Hunter, and I was 16—the same age as Scott and Stiles. Cool.
Eager to explore, I decided to take a walk around Beacon Hills. It was a small town, but it had a charm to it. I wandered past the sheriff's station, though I didn't go inside—no reason to yet. Then I made my way to Beacon Hills High School. According to my records, I was already registered there for the upcoming school year. After that, I visited the veterinarian's office and the hospital, just to familiarize myself with the town.
By the time I returned home, the sun was setting. That's when I noticed a woman unloading groceries from her car across the street. I recognized her immediately—Melissa McCall.
I walked over, calling out, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you need help?"
She glanced at me, clearly trying to place my face. "Yes, I'd love that. Who are you?"
"My name's Kai Hunter. I just moved in across the street," I said with a smile.
I helped her carry the groceries inside and even put them away.
"Thank you for the help," Melissa said warmly.
"No problem. Happy to," I replied, still smiling.
We chatted for a while about school, my arrival in Beacon Hills, and how I liked the town so far. I told her it was a nice place and that I was looking forward to starting school.
After saying goodbye, I headed back to my house. On my way in, I noticed the garage. I opened it out of curiosity and froze in amazement. Inside was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, in pristine condition.
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I looked up at the sky and whispered, "Thank you, Aureon."
With a grin on my face, I went inside, ate a quick meal, and headed to bed, already looking forward to whatever tomorrow would bring.