Mito

Takahashi Mito calmly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

It was 10 am in the morning and he was unable to sleep anymore.

And the reason for that were the screechings of the mirror monsters near him.

"Is there no way to stop this Extrasensory Perception skill?"

Takahashi Mito blankly muttered. His eyes were still fixed to the ceiling. It was a beautiful white colour.

He had woken up from his sleep due to the screeching of the mirror monsters near him and from then on, nearly two hours have passed.

As for why not become a Kamen Rider and get rid of the monsters?

"I am not in the mood for it now. I still need to calm down a little and think about that blue cloaked man and lastly, I am not going to do anything that God wants."

Excuses they were and Mito knew it as well.

He was still thinking of the reality before him as some sort of dream or something along the lines of that; he so wanted it to end.

He just wanted to wake up and see the sight of his world, his people and their praises for his achievement.

"I am not trying to deny the reality. I am just hoping that this is just a lucid dream."

Takahashi Mito was still staring at the ceiling.

"And what did I get? The assurance that this bitter reality is the truth of my life. Is that how many of the corporate slaves and depression victims think?"

"According to the psychological study and survey done by a *censored* company, it is."

"No, not it is but it was."

"Did I develop schizophrenia? Why the heck am I asking and replying to myself? I need to get out of this bed and see if I can get some of the fortune after the death of my Dr Eric."

"I am the only relative to that scientist, right? So if the laws are still the same as 2030s in my world, I should be given the deeds to all his properties and bank balance, right?"

"He was a doctor as well and an evil one at that. He must be rich."

"Hope that he doesn't have any bastard children."

He thought as he blankly looked at the ceiling.

Takahashi Mito didn't know that he was adopted. Not his fault though as he did not get enough time to talk it out with his new father since his father died in lese than an hour after his coming.

And it has been 6 hours since the accident in the hospital.

Takahashi Mito got up from the bed and went near the mirror. He picked up the comb and combed his hair all the while the mirror monsters were squirming to get a piece of him through it.

The same mirror was also the source of the screechings that woke him up.

He did want to destroy the mirror but it looked expensive.

"It's a curse to be able to see these beings."

[Meiruko chan]

[PS• Read and watch its anime. It's really good.]

One week later.

Takahashi Mito was wiping the floor of a rundown resturant while wearing a shabby arpon/apron.

A week ago, he found out that he was poor.

It was mainly due to the fact that Doctor Eric had a wife and two kids who were alive, he was adopted and there was no definite will saying the property was to be given to Takahashi Mito after Dr. Eric's premature death.

After that, Takahashi Mito was chased out of the house by the 'actual relatives' of Dr Eric, in less than 18 hours after his death.

"Relatives do suddenly appear after our death, isn't it?"

"Only when we are rich and single and dead."

"I should seriously stop talking to myself."

Coming to the present. After searching for a week, Takahashi Mito took the job as a cleaner and cook of a restuarant after he killed the owner and acted as his long lost relative.

"This country is really similar to the old one."

Takahashi Mito muttered while cleaning the last of the blood stains that he wasn't able to clean the previous day.

"Why can't that stupid fellow (Dr Eric) just wrote the will on my name when he had left his wife and kids for fifteen years? Stupid man."

"It's good that he died. He was already labelled as evil soul, so no remorse for his death but I do feel regretful that I didn't get a dime of that fortune, even though I haven't contributed a breath of my own in its creation but I still wanted it."

If Takahashi Mito knew that the person he was feeling a little regretful for was going to perform an 'in-depth' study of his body, he would have sang 'Happy melodies' on Dr Eric's grave.

Takahashi Mito soon finished the final cleaning and erased all signs of the previous owner from the restaurant.

He came to the door of the restaurant and looked at the empty alley outside the restaurant.

It was currently 3 am in the night and the place was devoid of any humans.

"Extrasensory perception really helps in these kinds of situations but its range and usability aren't that great in the human form."

Takahashi Mito peered into the streets that were full of monsters from different Kamen Rider and other franchises. The monsters that were only visible to him.

"They seem to be increasing in numbers everyday. Do the others who were nearby came to attack as well?"

The streets were full of monsters. They were the same monsters that he saw in his home. He still haven't finished them up.

In the past week, he hadn't transformed even once. As for why?

"I don't care. They cannot attack me outside the mirror world. Nor can they harm the others. Their noises they make is irritating though, but after some time I should be able to get used to it."

"I am still not doing the bidding of that God."

Takahashi Mito said to himself. After he knew that the mirror monsters can't leave the mirror world, he stopped caring for the so called punishment of the 'so called God' thinking that he had found a loophole.

Instead of worrying about how to deal with the mirror world and its mirror monsters, Takahashi Mito chose to divert his attention to the supernatural side of the world.

He felt more danger from a person who had Ultima like abilities than from ugly-looking walking creatures who die from a sinple punch of his Rider form.

He began to search for the information about the person he saw and he was delighted that he chose to search for it.

It was Superman and he seemed to know about him as well. To be precisely, he knew about the grandson of Superman.

It was Ultima. Ultima was a hero. He was a comic book character that took the world by the storm when it was released by the DC comics in 2150.

As for why? It was due to the fact that it represented the lost comic books culture from the 1950s or something.

"Or that's what I have read."

Takahashi Mito grumbled.

So in one of the episodes of the Ultima web series, he saw that Ultima was the descendant of an ultra powerful race (whose name he had forgotten due to watching it a long time ago) and his grandfather was called Superman.

As for Superman, he was hailed as the beginning of the DC comics although many said no.

"And that's all that I know. Oh, Superman has the same abilities as Ultima."

"So adding all the things, I am currently in the DC comics Universe that existed before the Seven Deadly Sins of my world nearly wiped out the humanity 100 years ago."

"I have no knowledge of this world and there is no guarantee that this is the same universe where Ultima is the grandson of Superman as DC comics had a multiverse in it. Duck it."

"And not knowing about the world should be the least of my problems. Since this is DC comics Universe, there are supernatural phenomenon happening at the same rate as periods in women while the superhumans are divided into Heroes, Villains and anti-Heroes and anti-Villains and vigilantism and insane gap between the rich and the poor and unreasonable power scaling and and too-just-to-be existing heroes and too-likable- to be called villain. Duck it 10000 times."

Takahashi Mito came to sit on the countertop of the restaurant and munched on some tomatoes.

"Hmm😐, but if I am not wrong, even after the world ending scenarios and mass extinction, some normal people always survive, right?"

"And it's not like everything is bad. I can just hide in the mirror world in case of a mass extinction event. Not like the things happening outside has any effects on the mirror world."

Takahashi Mito's eyes shined with the light of hope.

"So basically, in this whole world, till the time that I know that something is going to go wrong, I can just hide in the mirror world and come out later. That alone increases by survival chance by 50 percent, adding to the basic 20 percent luck of an average bystander, that's 70 percent."

"And in case I still died, then nothing can be done to change my death and I should just accept it. Case closed."

"And that's how I am going to enjoy my life. Nothing could go wrong with this plan.

[Fool☺️]