–Year 2166–

"So, Synthia, have you heard of the mysterious vigilante that's been running around lately?"

"I have."

A teenage girl is sitting with her friend.

She had short dark brown hair, and black eyes and was a beauty.

She wore a white shirt underneath a slim black jacket, a dark blue long skirt, and sneakers.

"So, do you think we'll ever see him in action?"

"I would rather stay away from conflict. It's already a crime-infested city. Would rather not get shot dead in between a gang war."

"Yeah, true. Still would love to see it."

–1 Hour Later–

"Bye, don't get shot dead."

"Yeah."

Synthia waits for her ride to come pick her up in front of the school.

She was always afraid of this city, she hated being here, living here.

People always killed each other over the stupidest things, gangs always ruled the streets, and walking home was basically a death sentence.

She continued to wait for her ride, soon enough it was nighttime, and her butler still hadn't picked her up.

"-damn it."

Muttering to herself.

She was afraid, but she would rather be home.

She reached into her backpack and took out a taser, keeping it close, she began to walk home.

The silence was killing her, she flinched at even the faintest sound.

She was now halfway home which reassured her, so she began jogging to pick up some speed.

A bag is placed over her head, and she is dragged to a van. 

She struggles against her captors, but multiple men begin punching and beating her into submission, one man putting pressure on her head while the bag remains still over her head.

She couldn't see them, and she was terrified.

She was crying, afraid of what the men would do to her.

It felt like it was instantaneous when she appeared in a broken-down apartment building, tied up with multiple men surrounding her.

"W-what do you want?"

She said, her voice in pain and filled with fear.

"Hahahahah! Well since you asked so nicely. Hmm, how do I say it in a kid-friendly way? We're gonna use you for ransom AND we're gonna take advantage of that body of yours if you catch my drift choom."

"W-what! N-no please!"

She cried in fear, she shook around, trying to free herself to no avail.

From the outside of the apartment, a boy was standing outside.

He was wearing a white helmet that covered his entire head, the front having 6 glowing eyes, from top to bottom, 3 on each side.

He was wearing an oversized black turtleneck sweater with general-purpose work gloves, cargo pants, and timberlands.

He had a small backpack and carried in his hands 2 giant daggers.

[Soldier 8, the hostage is at the top floor, kill everyone who is inside and remember, no witnesses.]

"Then I am allowed to show off. Hehehe."

Chuckling under his breath, he walks inside the building, breaking the doorknob with his bare strength alone.

Rushing in, he jumps to one of the men and stabs them in the neck. He spins around and stabs the other guy who is approaching him from behind.

Leaving the dagger inside the man's neck, he initiates hand-to-hand combat with the other men.

He was simple but brutal in combat. 

He was using different martial arts techniques and mixing them together to deal with the men who were trying to kill him.

Grabbing one of the men's guns before he could shoot, he shoots him dead and turns the gun on everyone else. 

Grabbing his daggers, he runs to the second floor and deals with them all the same, stabbing them, shooting them with their own weapons and expertly dealing with their advances.

He manages to reach the top floor where all the men have their rifles aimed at him.

"Who the hell are you!"

The mysterious boy remained silent. 

He twirled the daggers in his hands.

"I don't go by a name yet, so call me what you like, but one thing is certain, I'm your grim reaper."

"Man shut yo lame ass up, shoot this dork!"

They all began firing at him but none of the bullets killed him.

He walked forward, he struck fear into all the men, he seemed unstoppable, he didn't seem human.

Some tried running past him, but he cut their necks off before they could escape.

Having run out of bullets, it turns out, he had armor underneath his sweater.

He kills the rest of the men in the flashiest and most extra way possible, all but one.

"WAIT, WAIT, I HAVE MONEY!"

"I don't want money."

He turns off the communicator in his helmet.

"Tell me of Plan TK. Tell me when and where the truck drives."

"The Truck! How do you-."

He gets slammed into the wall.

"Tell me. NOW."

"OKAY, OKAY! On the Brooklyn Bridge. At 12:00 today."

He takes out a dagger from his pocket and stabs the man in the neck.

Throwing him to the side, he leaves the man and the girl behind.

Looking at his watch, it's currently 10:45.

Perfect. The bridge is nearby, I'll finally be able to be a cool awesome powerful operator who dominates the world!"

A man is getting into a truck, truck 000. His cap covers his face, and he wears a bodysuit.

"Hey man, what're you doing here?"

The man placed his hand on the mysterious man's shoulder. 

The mysterious man turned around and the man had completely forgotten the man's face and he walked away as if he didn't see him.

Getting into the truck, he begins to drive.

Having finally reached the Brooklyn Bridge, it was broken down and people no longer drove on it.

He had killed the boss who was on the bridge and stood where he was standing, throwing him into the water.

As he stood there, he thought back on his life as he waited for the truck to appear.

From the age of 5, he was sold by his abusive parents who needed money, and with the government needing a ground soldier in this crime-infested city, he was perfect, so young and innocent, perfect for grooming.

From that point forward, his life changed.

Every day, he was forced to train to become an unstoppable soldier.

He had learned every material arts type and was able to use every weapon available to exist.

His perfect memory allowed him to master them all relatively quickly.

Soon enough, that obsession became his obsession.

After reading different Manga's, and comics, watching Anime's, and reading Japanese novels, he desired a dream, to becoming a super powerful operator that would dominate the world with his expertise.

He upped the training and forced himself not only to perfect his technique of both worlds, but advanced them so no one could keep up.

He was nearly unstoppable, he could kill a firing squad, he could survive grenade explosions point blank with armor, he could control every aspect of his body.

But it didn't matter to him, because unlike those novels, his world had no magic, he wanted magic but didn't know how until he learned of the plan of the people he was targeting.

The gang knew of a supernatural phenomenon that every 40 years, a strange truck would drive around the city and strike one person before going to the Brooklyn Bridge and disappearing, and anyone who was hit was reincarnated into a new world.

With that knowledge, he decided to keep this information from the people he was working for and continued to get stronger until this point. 

Now at age 15, he finally would become the super awesome operator he desired to be.

Hearing a truck horn in the distance, he stood in the truck's path, slowly walking towards the speeding truck.

Before getting hit, he saw the man, who had no face.

[BANG]

Everything went dark, everything was cold, everything was silent.

He slowly lost touch and then felt nothing for one moment, but then he began to feel, then he began the smell, then hear, then feel.

He realized he could move but still couldn't see.

He slowly began to open his eyes.

Once he did, it was blinding, and he saw 2 boobs on top of him.

H-huh? What happened? Did it work?

He was in a room that seemed to be one for old-school rich folk.

I, I did it! It worked!"

"Hm? The baby isn't crying. How strange."

His mother had long dark brown curly hair and dark gold eyes.

"I'll name you, Kaizen Emrys."

–10 Years Later–

Kaisen was currently in the woods training himself in the way of magic.

He had pale skin, short black hair with a small ponytail tied with a dark gold hair tie, and golden eyes.

He had wraps around his body, stained in blood.

"Come on, come on."

He tried channeling his mana, but when he did, he spat blood and marks appeared on his body, spewing blood.

"Echhh! Why did I need to get so much mana so soon."

The mana within his body was far too much. Mana in this world was different from the kind that he saw in the anime he watched.

Normally, having lots of mana would be a good thing, but for Kaisen's world, it wasn't good at all.

Having lots of mana makes it extremely hard for him to control it, just trying to cast a spell would cause his body to start imploding on itself. 

I can only use about 0.1% of my mana at the moment.

Looking up into the sky, he sees that it's getting dark and decides to go home.

He runs home to be greeted by his mom waiting for him.

She has a worried face, taking his hand, she brings him to his room and heals him using healing magic.

She lays him on the bed, kisses him on the forehead, and leaves the room.

Alright, time to leave.

Getting out of his bed, he goes to his closet to open a secret compartment, where he takes out his suit for his fun.

The clothes were modified by magic to be sentient as he thought that would be cool. Unfortunately, this suit wasn't truly alive as it acts more like a computer than anything.

"On me now."

Obeying his command, his clothes slide on him like slime.

His hair was slicked back by the suit and a mask was slid on his face. 

His hair was slicked back by the suit and a black and gold mask was slid onto his face.

He now wore a large black short collar overcoat, having 3 white and gold armband straps on his upper arm, crossed dark gold bead bracelets over both his sleeves, a black high collar jacket, black and gold gloves, black pants, and black boots that have white armor on them and white soles. 

Finally, this is perfect; it is a super awesome operator.

Jumping out the window, he channels mana into his legs, which prevents him from breaking his legs.

Running into the woods, he runs to a nearby village that he heard was always being raided by bandits.

"Hey guys! A jackpot!"

"Hell yeah! We're gonna be rich!

About 6 bandits surrounded the loot found in the dirt.

That's when Kaisen appeared, walking towards the bandits with absolute confidence.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Hey you, you a villager here? How about you give us your money and we'll let you live."

Unresponsive, he continued to walk forward.

"This kid wants to die. Bogus, handle him."

A bald man was walking towards him, preparing his sword to swing.

As he got closer, Kaisen had seen every single way that he could cut this man down, 120 different ways he would die.

The man tries to stab him, but a jet-black sword appears from within the suit, and he has the tips touch each other.

"Heh."

"The hell!"

The man tried pushing back but it seemed they were even in strength.

A poor fool he was, the truth as Kaisen had deliberately made the tips touch and was making sure not to exert too much force so neither person overpowers the other.

He was already having fun, smiling under his mask.

He moves the tip, moving the man's blade slightly up, then cuts him in the belly, killing him.

"What the hell! Who is this kid!"

"WHO CARES! LET'S ALL GO AT HIM AT ONCE!"

"R-right!"

The 5 other men ran towards him, intending to kill him.

All this was too familiar for him, multiple opponents desperately trying to attack him, just made it all the more satisfying to deconstruct them.

Using his expertise in martial arts, he began dodging the attacks. Using his mana, he channeled it into his feet so that he could move faster, making sure not to use more than he could handle at the moment.

Moving closer to one bandit, he punches him in the stomach.

He dodges other attacks which causes some men to bump into each other.

Acting on impulse like animals, just like how people did in my world, although they are more barbaric.

Time to finish this.

He cuts the necks of all the bandits, and they all fall to the ground dead.

"Perfect."

More bandits walk towards them, and they notice their dead comrades.

"HEY! WHO ARE YOU!"

He gestures for them to step forward.

All the men begin to run at him, putting the weapon inside his bodysuit, he appears above them instantly, grabbing one of their own blades and cutting them down with it.

He does this for every single bandit, using their weapons to end their lives.

"Nice."

He thinks to himself about how cool he must have looked. 

He looked at the money that was left and was tempted to take it.

He was someone that cherished money and every last cent, even the smallest amount of money was like a million dollars to him. Having been poor in his previous life, collecting money off the streets was something he did in his free time.

He ultimately decided not to because he wanted to build his own wealth cleanly, not wanting to rely too much on his mother's money.

Just then he hears a noise in the distance, turning in that direction, the girl jolted, making a noise.

He tried to run but the fluid from the suit pulled her out of the bush.

"Ow!"

She had pale skin just like him, ash green hair and black eyes that seemed to pierce the soul.

She was wearing a large loose shirt with no pants or shoes.

She must be poor.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"Who are you?"

"I'm-"

He realized that he never thought of a name for himself yet, thinking to himself, he went through many types of names he thought sounded cool.

Operator, Driver, Dark Writer, Sigis, but one name he thought of, a simple yet one that encompasses what he desires.

"My name is Power."

"Power?"

"That's right, now tell me your name."

"M-my name is Kaname Hiromi."

"What magic do you specialize in?"

"I-I don't have a specialization yet, I haven't found one that works for me yet."

"Is that so?"

So, she's useless, here I thought maybe I could train with her to get stronger. 

Wait! Maybe I could teach her projection magic. 

She may be useless for my fun, but I never had a friend before, so this could be a good opportunity to check that off my list.

"Alright, you'll be my friend now."

"Oh! Okay."

"Introduce me to your parents."

Rubbing his hands together, he knew that friends meet each other's parents, so he wanted to know what the experience was like.

"Those guys killed them."

"Tch."

Disappointed, he pondered what to do.

The experience he desired was robbed from him by the bandits.

"Alright well, I passed by a shed on my way here, so you're going to live there now so I can visit you every day."

She was quite surprised this strange boy was offering her shelter, but seeing as she had nowhere else to go, she decided to follow him into the woods.

Finding the shed, she walks in, finding a little comfort in it.

"Remember, don't leave."

He closes the door and leaves her in the shed.

The next day came, and he was walking to the shed with lots of books and bandages with him.

He was practicing using his mana differently, he knew there was more to mana than meets the eye.

I need to figure out how to use mana correctly and efficiently.

Despite being magic, it seems very grounded in science and quantum physics.

It acts under Schrödinger's Cat as its foundation, mana is actually just invisible atoms within the body. 

While unobserved, it is everything in the universe but based on my observations of the world using my personal reality, I affect things on a micro quantum level to cause phenomena on a macro level.

Seems that learning that theory was quite useful.

Reaching the shed, he finds Kaname asleep.

Throwing the books at her, she wakes up from her slumber.

"Huh! What happened! WHO ARE YOU!"

"Power."

He telepathically commands the suit to wave at her.

Feeling reassured, she looks at the books that were thrown at her.

"What are these?"

"Grimoires, what else."

"What for?"

"You're going to train yourself to use magic."

"Whaaat!? No, I don't want to."

"-what?"

"I would rather focus on achieving my mom's body."

"Why that? This isn't important."

"Of course it is! I promised my mom I would get big boobs, large thighs, and a big ass!"

Kaisen was weirded out by her goal.

This isn't normally what kids their age think about, her mind already seemed to be in places where a teenager should be.

"Well, if you learn magic, I'll help you gain your dream body."

"Deal."

She said instantly, now having a motivation to learn magic.

Seriously, she's so difficult. Not only is she lazy, but she's thinking about sexual appeal.

Whatever, I need to work out now, then I'll need to continue practicing controlling my body.

Time passes, and Kaname practices magic, searching through the books to figure out what works for her while Kaisen is outside, working out doing squats, running, push-ups and more.

After the training session, Kaisen is covered in bandages and has a sword construct in his hand.

Finally, I'm able to make a mana construct, this will be very useful in creating any kind of weapon I want.

"Um, Power?"

"What?"

"Do you have spare pants, all I have is this shirt?"

"-no."

"Oh, okay."

I'm not giving her anything until she learns magic.

It becomes nighttime and once again, Kaisen sneaks out, searching for new opponents to fight.

He's unable to find any more bandits around. Disappointed, he keeps searching until he sees multiple people in black robes with masks.

Ooooh, cool. They look like cult members.

"Is everyone ready?

"Yes sir!"

They all said quietly.

Walking across the forest, Kaisen follows them from behind, concealing his presence and mana.

He walks a long distance, wondering what could be waiting for him.

The men stop in front of a giant skeleton that lies on the ground, covered in clothes and jewels.

What's this?

He enhances his vision with his body alone to get a better look.

The man takes out a vile of a glowing crimson liquid.

They open it and pour the liquid into the creature's mouth, the eyes of the creature start to glowing red.

It soon lifts its hand up and crushes one of the cultists, the blood from that person fusing into its bones.

Standing up, a robe appears on the creature, the jewels on it glow and it begins emitting vast amounts of mana.

The followers get on their knees and bow to him.

"Who dares awaken me."

"We are members of the Koo-longol cult. We have come to revive you to assist Gabriella in revealing Koo-longol."

"I see, you came to revive me, and yet you say all this while a bystander watches us."

The cultists were confused to hear that.

"What!"

Looking in the direction of Power, Power realized he was snuffed out and decided to stand, walking out of the darkness.

"I didn't expect you to snuff me out so soon."

"Who are you?"

"My name, is Power."

The creature chuckles, seeing such a name as nonsense.

"Very well, I am King Ceazer, a mage king, the strongest of my time."

"I've heard of you. You created all the grimoires that are now in libraries and are replicated."

"Oh. It seems I'm quite famous."

Ceazer summons a grimoire and uses a lighting spell of extreme power.

He saw the attack coming, it appeared very slow to him.

Channeling mana into his feet, he dodged quickly to the side.

Some of the followers tried attacking him but he cut them all down instantly.

He didn't care for them; he wanted to deconstruct Ceazer and absolutely humiliate him.

"You are fast, but let's see how fast."

Summing 49 more grimoires to his size, he prepares for combat.

Power takes out a blade from his clothes and prepares for combat as well.