I know, I know, I should have uploaded the chapters long before, but college has kept me busy. But now I can post chapters regularly. I'd like to apologize for the poor writing quality and any spelling errors.
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—Fucking end of shit, who gives that end to deku Where is the best hero? - Annoyance and anger were reflected in those words spoken by a young man who was misaligned, thin and surely his sleep schedule is a complete disaster.
In a small, dark room lit only by the dim light of the computer, that's where the young man found himself, annoyed by the ending of his favorite work, to which he had dedicated as much time as any other average fan.
—I think it was a great ending to this work, I personally liked it —were the words that came out of the young man's mouth, who found himself reading a comment left by a user regarding the last chapter of the work.
"Are you kidding me?"
"You really call that a great ending? It was nothing more than a shitty ending that ruined the whole show," he wrote in response and didn't hesitate to send it.
And in a short time, the recipient responded to said comment, "Bro, are you some kind of hater or something? Let me tell you, no matter what, this was a great ending and it's not my problem if you didn't like it."
Once he read the comment, anger quickly appeared, reflected in his eyes, and replied, "Hater? Well, yes, I am. From this moment on, and based on its horrendous ending, I consider myself the biggest hater of this piece of shit called My Hero Academia. And I can assure you, the ending is absolutely disgusting, and even I could have made a better ending than this piece of garbage you liked."
Without waiting a second, he quickly sent the message hoping for a response, which never came despite constantly refreshing the page for over twenty minutes in front of the computer.
—What am I doing with my life, fighting over the internet...
He sighed as he grabbed his phone to check the time, realizing how late it was.
—When did so much time pass? I have to be there before seven, tonight was the night shift.
However, the moment he got up, a notification sounded from his computer. And without hesitating for a second, he approached the monitor.
It was a response related to the last comment left on the app he used for his manga readings. "Could you really make a better ending? And if so, would you like to make a deal :D?" was the response to his comment.
—Is this some kind of joke? —questioned, raising an eyebrow. —Anyway, I don't have time for this anymore. If I don't hurry, I'll be late.
After saying that, he turned off the computer and turned on the lights in his room. In front of him was a mirror he had bought not long ago to make it easier to get ready when he got dressed.
In front of the mirror, our protagonist, who looked almost skeletal, had black hair and matching eyes, a slightly tanned skin tone, wearing a blue shirt with black pants, a mandatory outfit for his part-time job.
Once completely ready, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone. However, the moment he reached for the latter, it suddenly began to vibrate, an action that instantly stopped, and he quickly sensed that a notification had reached him.
His intuition didn't fail him, since it was the same manga-reading app he used on his computer. Surprise and bewilderment appeared on his face, not because it was just another notification, but because the sender was the same one who had answered him when he was on his computer.
This time with a more direct message but with the same intention: "Shall we make a deal?"
—Seriously, is this some kind of troll? —questioned as he turned off his cell phone, simply ignoring that person.
However, not even two seconds had passed since his turned off your cell phone, and it had vibrated again with the same notification from the same user.
—Haha, did my comment really affect him that much?
And even though I tried to ignore the notification again, the phone kept vibrating and the notification sound that started out annoying became irritating.
At that point, the only solution he could think of was to uninstall the app. At first, At first it wasn't necessary, but when I try to mute notifications, this option simply didn't work, likely due to some bug in the app.
Once again, silence and tranquility filled the room,He sighed as he headed for the door, and unfortunately, that irritating sound was heard again.
—Shit! —He let out a scream filled with frustration and anger, loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear.
—Alex, shut the fuck up! No one cares if you lost another round of your fucking game!—A new scream from his now-familiar next-door neighbor echoed even louder.
—I know, old man, but a fucking troll keeps pissing me off!
—And I don't give a fuck about your life. Just tell that trall to shut the fuck up!
—He's a ¨troll¨, and that's exactly what he was about to do!
—Good!
—Good too!
Now sighing as an endless stream of notifications continued to arrive from his cell phone, this time including various messages that went directly to his number. How did he get her number? It wasn't something he was even interested in knowing.
"Do you want to make a deal?" "Let's make a deal please," "Are you interested in making an excellent deal?" "Deal :D?" and countless more messages referring to making said deal.
Letting all his anger flow, he began his actions. Quickly, with his cell phone in hand, he typed a response that he hoped would put an end to this stressful situation.
"Fine, fine, accept your stupid deal, and now just stop bothering me."
Once his problem was resolved and those notifications stopped arriving, true tranquility had finally invaded his room, and with that, Alex prepared to leave his home in order to get to his part-time job.
. . .
«What deal was he referring to?» was Alex's thought after finishing his part-time job, though he later chose to ignore the question, believing it to be just some kind of joker in poor taste.
As he walked home, the sky began to cloud over, possibly the start of a heavy downpour that had become frequent in the area where our protagonist lived.
«The weather has only been getting worse lately. I think I should have bought an umbrella» he thought to himself as he noticed those small drops hitting his face. Although it was annoying, he had experienced worse things that day and something so trivial could anger him.
However, those thoughts played against him. He failed to notice the red light, and the moment he realized something was wrong, he quickly fixed his gaze to the right.
In front of him, a white truck twice his size was just a few meters away from hitting him directly.
—Huh? —Was the only thing that came out of his mouth, accompanied by a face of disbelief and fear at what he saw before his eyes.
In an instant, everything went dark, but not because of a sudden death. Instead, he had his eyes closed in fear and his arms positioned in a strange attempt to protect himself.
Luckily for him, the director stopped before causing a tragedy.
—Hey, idiot, watch where you're walking!
—Huh? Yeah, I'm so sorry!
—Phew... I almost died there —he said to himself with great relief as he reached the sidewalk —Thank God I'm ali...
Before his prayer could finish, a flash of light from the dark clouds that had engulfed the city descended and illuminated everything around him. When that glow disappeared, only a charred body remained.
Alex was indeed struck by lightning.
His life was snuffed out from one second to the next, and the only thing left on the ground were the indistinguishable remains of the young man who had been struck by this famously beautiful plasma phenomenon.
. . .
—It hurts...
Lying on the floor, one completely white as snow, one that surely any eccentric fashion designer would love to have in their home.
—It's completely normal, after all, death hurts— A serious female voice, with a touch of irony in her words, was heard by Alex.
—I see, I'm dead, and this is heaven— A smile formed on his face when he deduced for himself where he found himself— It was a great life...
—Although you have indeed died, I regret to inform you that you are not in heaven—
—Dead?! Impossible, how did that happen?!
Alex's eyes widened at the very idea of being dead.
—I would appreciate it if you wouldn't interrupt while I speak, and of course it is possible to die. Technically, every living being can die, it's a fact.
—I'm sorry, but it's not possible that he's dead. There must be some kind of mistak...
Before continuing his prayer, he was amazed at what his eyes saw. A goddess? The perfect muse? A high-class model? All those words fell short compared to what was before him.
With long, straight hair with wavy ends that was the color of snow, golden eyes—even the highest quality jewelry would be overshadowed by their brilliance—adorned by long white eyelashes that only embellished her serious gaze, thin, pink lips with a seductive touch, along with clothing that was similar to that worn by servant women of the Chinese dynasty, although Alex only knew this from hundreds of manhwas he had read.
—There's no mistake, my lord would never make one.
—My lord? So you didn't bring me here?
—Indeed, although I was totally against bringing someone like 'you,' my master insisted that you be the perfect traveler —the girl said with the same look and tone she had from the beginning —Without further ado, my master has been waiting for you for some time.
—Waiting?
That question made him realize where he was: a completely blank space that didn't seem to have a beginning or an end, as if taken from some kind of science fiction movie or book. It was a place so beautiful and peaceful it seemed like a dream.
—We use this room so travelers can process all the initial information correctly —The girl moved, noticing behind her a double oak door that wasn't supported by any wall; it just stood there as if it were part of everything. —Follow me...
Alex stood up as soon as he heard the order, followed the girl from behind. Once the door opened, he was met with a sight he hadn't expected.
It was immense, a gigantic library that stretched on forever. In every corner, there were hundreds of giant or floating shelves with books on each one. On each side, left, right, above, and below, everything was filled with shelves with books inside, not to mention the beautiful night sky filled with stars and even planets, as if the universe itself were illuminating the place where they were.
—Careful! —A small cry was given as a warning.
Alex quickly moved, and before his eyes, he saw a pair of small girls the size of the palm of his hand, with wings so thin on their backs they looked like paper. Those unique creatures were carrying a basket full of books.
—Thank you, sir —both small winged girls said in unison.
—Are those the ones? —asked, hoping the girl dressed as a maid would answer.
—That's right, but there's no time for that. My master is waiting for you —the girl said, trying to avoid taking too long.
Alex simply followed the maid as she watched the winged girls, realizing that this place was inhabited by more creatures from fantasy stories: winged girls, large men made of rock, small gelatinous creatures.. capybaras? And a couple more creatures that were lost to sight, but she knew they were just as fantastic as the rest.
The walk didn't last that long, but Alex felt this experience was so fantastic that time itself slowed down just so she could admire everything this new world had to offer. However, everything has an end, and they had reached their goal.
Our protagonist observed him, a man drinking a cup at a desk that seemed to be in the middle of this vast, endless library. On his desk sat a pair of small, winged girls who seemed to be reading a book. However, upon noticing the presence of the maid, they quickly flew off, disappearing into the vast infinity.
The man raised his head at the regretful flight of the fairies, noticing their presence, with surprise, yet joy in his eyes.
He was wearing a large orange cloth jacket that reached below his hips. Under the jacket, a suit with a shirt and matching tie, including his trousers, gave him an elegant yet refined touch. His face reflected that he was someone in his forties, along with his slight beard, giving him a more mature look, but most importantly, he emitted a mysterious aura that exuded kindness and confidence.
—It seems it took you a while to get here, young man. —The man stood up with a warm smile, but suddenly his friendly demeanor changed —And did you like it? What did you think of the library? Did you like the design? I don't mean to brag, but I made it myself. What about the creatures like fairies or slimes? I summoned them from various chronicles to help with the organization...
—My lord, we are here to discuss a more important matter —the servant interrupted with her characteristic serious tone, but this time more respectful.
—Oh, of course, I had completely forgotten. Sorry, Sofia —the man said with a smile on his face as his hand caressed her head.
The servant we now know as Sofia just remained silent.
—Well, let's get started then —The man's serious demeanor returned.
—Alexander Duran Baro, it's a pleasure, and allow me to introduce myself. My name is Taalib, Librarian Taalib —he introduced himself as he returned to his seat and grabbed his cup —You probably have many questions, but it's essential to start with the most important thing.
—I see. It's a pleasure, Librarian Taalib. However, I believe there was a mistake. I'm not dead yet.
—Not at all. This wasn't some kind of mistake. I myself sent that lightning bolt with the intention of killing you —the librarian replied calmly, accompanied by a friendly smile —And by the way, just call me Taalib.
—I see, then Taalib. So it was a misunderstanding and you... —A brief pause followed as Alex processed all the information —Youruuuu, you killed me! —Alex shouted, pointing his finger at the librarian.
—Wait, wait, everything can be cleared up —Taalib tried to argue in his defense as nervousness overcame him, and in turn, he lost his calm composure.
—Clarify? You killed me! —Alex shouted, searching for what his killer had to say.
—I certainly killed you, but —Taalib tried to argue while raising his hand and giving him a thumbs-up —it was for the good of the world.
—... —Alex just remained silent.
—My lord should choose his words more carefully. Excuse me, young Alex. Sometimes he's incapable of clearing up his misunderstandings —Sofia intervened, keeping her face calm.
—Okay, what do you have to say, old? —Alex crossed her arms, searching for an answer.
—Uh, am I old now? —Sadness echoed in the librarian's words.
—Speak.
—Right, Alex, tell me, do you know what chronicles are? —He resumed his calm and friendly tone.
—I don't know, some kind of book set? —Alex replied, a little puzzled by the question.
—Well, you're only slightly correct. Chronicles are a collection of historical events narrated in order, or at least that's the meaning they have in your ¨chronicle¨ —Taalib replied.
—My chronicle?
—Indeed, your chronicle, which in this place refers to the different worlds that exist and are compiled in what you see here— Taalib held up the book that had previously been on his desk.
—In other words, chronicles are like parallel worlds?
—We could say so, if we refer to the primitive concept, but if we go into the complex, they would be totally different things. However, investigating them would be quite complicated and annoying to clarify —the librarian replied as he opened the book and began searching for something specific among its pages —Chronicles are such complex things that they narrate important events in a world, You already know events like the fall of Constantinople, the Trojan War, the birth of the greatest prophet, the Third World War, among other important things in your world.
—What do you mean the third... —Alex asked, but was interrupted.
—That doesn't matter now, mmmm bingo, I found it —Excitement flashed across Taalib's face as he found the page he was looking for —Although of course, chronicles have various functions like this one.
Suddenly, the book in his hand lit up as something emerged from it. A great yellowish light briefly illuminated everything, but quickly dimmed.
—Where am I? —asked the new individual who appeared out of nowhere. A man wearing a straw hat and wearing fairly simple clothing, though his most distinctive feature was the scar over his left eye and on his chest.
—LUFFY!? —Alex shouted in great surprise and disbelief.
—Okay, Luffy, that was enough —The librarian opened the book again.
Once again, a light burst from the book, quickly attracting the man with the straw hat, unable to process everything that had happened.
—hat was the future pirate king! At least let me say hello!" Alex exclaimed.
—No, no, no, you have work to do," Taalib replied, moving his index finger from left to right. —As I said, chronicles have multiple functions like these and are therefore dangerous in any hand —That's why I'm in charge of protecting and managing them, to prevent problems from happening. However, there are things that are beyond my control, and those are the unstable chronicles —the librarian continued, sipping from his cup.
—Unstable chronicles?
—Indeed, they are chronicles that don't respect the canon, or rather, they deviate from it by taking a rhombus that they shouldn't. These chronicles are extremely dangerous and must be fixed urgently.
—So what does this have to do with me? —Alex asked, his annoyance and doubt evident.
—Simple, you have been chosen —Taalib said happily as he extended his hands.
At the same time, a lot of confetti flew into the air. the culprit, was Sofia, who had a party whistle in her mouth and a cone on her head that said "congratulations," and despite that, the girl maintained its characteristic inexpressiveness
—Let me see if I understood everything. Of the more than billions of people in the world, not counting your other worlds, did you specifically have to choose me? I appreciate the intention, but you can find an otaku or a lifeless person who would kill to be taken to another world, live many adventures, and have a harem —argued with irony as annoyance —Anyway, I flatly refuse. I had a great life, several friends, and a nice apartment. There was nothing else I needed and need.
—You're right, you had a good life, but you were wrong. We didn't choose you by chance or luck —Taalib said with a smile.
—What was missing? Now it turns out I'm some kind of divine chosen one or something? —questioned, staring directly at the librarian with great disgust.
—Hahaha, not really, but I was the one who saw great potential in you and that you would be capable of saving this chronicle.
—I regret to inform you that you have the wrong person. I'm not a hero, nor the protagonist of a stupid fanfic, nor an enthusiast of these topics, much less someone who would go out of his way to save someone else's world —Alex insisted, looking around for a way out.
—I never make the wrong choice, and I regret to inform you that you can't refuse either.
—What do you mean?
—If you didn't forget, you accepted a deal that must be kept —Taalib mentioned, smiling mischievously.
—So that message turned out not to be some kind of joke but a stupid deal —Alex deduced, smiling with great discomfort —Hahaha, so what happens if I refuse?
—Well, in that case, I'd have no choice but to return you to your chronicle, make sure your body is restored, and then you'll enjoy your twenty-four seconds —Taalib replied with a sadness that even a child would know was fake.
—Wait, what do you mean by enjoying my twenty-four seconds?
—Well, nothing out of the ordinary. When one chronicle is destroyed, this one produces a chain reaction that destroys all the others. You can think of it as a spreading fire —he replied, composing himself and looking at his nails with disinterest.
—If that were true, wouldn't this place be on fire?
—Exactly. However, in this place, time is completely disproportionate to the chronicles, which encompass past, present, and future —Taalib affirmed —For me, there is time, but for you, there isn't.
—In short, is this world slowly being destroyed if I don't ¨save that chronicle¨?
—Just as you said, therefore, we have chosen you to be a traveler and save that world from its chaotic future.
«It doesn't look like they're going to give up on me, and to be honest, I wouldn't want to die so soon» he thought to himself, unable to find another solution.
—I'm sure you have doubts, but I can assure you one thing: what do you think about it: once the chronicle is saved, I will grant you one wish and return you to your world with whatever wish you asked for? —was Taalib's attempt at persuasion.
«What a pain» Alex let out a final sigh. He was ready to give his answer —I accept, but first, tell me what kind of world it is.
—MY HERO ACADEMY!!! —Taalib exclaimed with great enthusiasm, while Sofia blew her party whistle in the background.
. . .
—Let me go, I want to go home!!! —A scream echoed throughout the library. Alex begged and trying to break free from the grip of that insistent old man, all of which Sofia watched.
—Come on, Alex, it doesn't sound so bad. It's My Hero Academia. Anyone would kill to go there, and who knows, maybe I can get a harem that all the young people crave —the librarian insisted, trying to convince him.
—I hate My Hero Academia, I hate harems, I hate this place! —Alex shouted before letting his body fall to the floor, now completely surrendered to an inevitable future, to his doom —Do I have no choice?
—Indeed —Taalib placed his right hand on Alex's shoulder.
—I'll be reincarnated as a Deku, won't I? —Alex wondered, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, a few small tears threatening to fall.
—I'm so sorry —Taalib apologized, still holding Alex's shoulder tighter —you will be Yuga Aoyama.
—Shit —insulted as his face expressed denial, then anger, and finally negotiation —Will you at least give me some advantage?
—You don't have a quirk, my son —Taalib's last sentence was enough to shatter all hope in Alex.
—Sons of bitches —The negotiation ended, turning into depression that ended in painful acceptance.
Meanwhile, Sofia was eating popcorn, where do I get them from? It will be a story for another time.
—They don't pay me enough— Sofia said, letting out a sigh —They don't even pay me.
. . .
A few minutes later, A taalib sits at her desk drinking her tea. Next to him was Sofia, and in front of them was a limp Alex, his gaze deadened by the floor.
—Well, Alexander, I have complete confidence in you, and I hope you can manage to save that chronicle —The librarian's voice sounded as kind as usual.
In an instant, several electric shocks surrounded Alex's body, which didn't matter to him in the least; the poor man had died in life.
—Oh, right, I almost forgot. That chronicle isn't the same as the work you read. It presents several changes, some good and some bad. Anyway, please take charge of putting an end to the future chaos of that world —Taalib said with a big smile —By the way, it's going to hurt.
—Huh?... —Before Alex could finish speaking, a sensation ran through his whole body
Burning alive would fall short. Even if they hit your precious golden eggs, it wouldn't be enough to describe the pain he felt at that moment. felt like every part of your skin was being ripped off bit by bit, boiling water was being poured on your now-bare skin, each of your limbs was being amputated with a saw, your head suffered the worst kind of aneurysm, your eyeballs were being torn out, your teeth likewise, a massive vibration of sound causing your eardrums to burst, your vocal cords having been ruptured from screaming so much. It was just he and all that pain that never stopped.
All those sensations happened to Alexander in less than 5 seconds, and when he was able to regain his sight, there was only darkness before him.