Four or five hours later...
Haaah... okay,that sweet excitement's kinda died down now.
After all that reincarnation drama, those crazy flashy lights, that random-ass god throwing wishes like coupons, and me getting atomic structure control—yeah, I guess it's starting to sink in. I'm back. I'm ten. I'm in this fucking version of the MHA world.
Anyway... I'm lying in bed now, under my not-so-comfy blanket. My dumbass fucking brother kicked me earlier in his sleep, so yeah, I had to elbow him back. Peace has been restored to the great me and my fucking almost inner peace. Kinda.
Alright, let's focus. I finally got some time alone and used this power—Metameric Placement. Name's a bit sucking fancy, but basically I can map and scan my whole body like it's a 3D fucking blender model. Kinda like having a living MRI mixed with god-mode crafting. And what I saw… yeah, let's just say this body ain't normal.
Muscle density? dense hell Higher. Nerve conductivity? full level crowling Faster. Bone composition? Refined as fucking hell . Like seriously, I haven't even trained yet and I could probably fuck a mid-tier side villain if I wanted to. And I'm only ten, bruh.
Now here's where my brain started doing laps...
So… quirks. From what I felt during the scan, they're not just some random mutation or spiritual gift from some fucking anime gods. They're more like a reaction. Like the fucking human body is absorbing weird fucking energy—from the environment, maybe from the fucking sun, food, hell, even from damn fucking emotions—and then reacting to it based on your DNA structure and physical compatibility.
dammnnnn....Basically, quirks are like customized biological software plugged into our organic hardware.
I know, sounds crazy, but that's what I'm seeing.
It's not just "You're born with a fucking quirk."
It's more like "Your body is a fucking lab that's constantly reacting to every fuking thing around you, and quirks are just the final fucking product of that shithole chemistry."
It's kinda like… I don't know, Marvel's X-Men? X-Gene wakes up, boom—god level awesome unpredictable powers.
Or Naruto? Chakra plus bloodline limit—boom—fucking Sharingan.
Here? sweet sweet External fucking energy + unique shithole body = quirk. Boom fucking blast.
So hell yeah, that basterd baby in China glowing like a disco ball 200 years ago? Not random. More like Patient Zero or a fucking awakener of this new reaction-based evolution. A catalyst.
Also, I remembered something fucking weird the doctor said in the manga. There's this extra fucking organ structure in the fucking feet fetishes. Still makes no fucking sense. Like what, is my foot gonna shoot lasers now? Maybe it's for balance or channeling energy or... I don't know, quirks just love weirdly to be fucking dramatic.
Now, the tech here... don't even get me started.
Quirk-based science is crazy advanced—biological scanners, DNA readers, synthetic enhancers. It's like the entire world turned into a giant resident evil + silent hill lab.
But then you walk into someone's house and the fan still squeaks like it's 2003.
Like bro, why does my smartwatch connect to a satellite that reads my blood oxygen in real time but I still have to smack the TV remote like it owes me money?
Anyway, yeah, this world feels like some weird fan-made crossover between MHA, X-Men, and maybe a sprinkle of Attack on Titan-level societal stupidity. But hey, it's my home now. Alternate version or not.
Also, I checked—UA Academy timeline hasn't even started yet. Little Deku's probably still playing with action figures. Meaning I've got like 12-13 years until canon kicks in.
Which gives me plenty of time to mess with the system.
Heroes? Villains? Doesn't matter. I ain't playing their game. I'll be the system. I'll break it, rebuild it, bend it to my will. Because why settle for being a side character in someone else's script when I've got god-tier crafting powers and a sarcastic inner monologue?
Now… well need some serious fucking sleep. My head hurts like hell be a honeymoon.
Tomorrow, I start fucking experimenting.