Reincarnated As Saitama In MHA

Just another day lying in bed way past midnight, scrolling through my phone wondering what to read next.

Like some people I'm an somewhat introverted person who likes to break the rules and read Webnovel and Webtoon. I usually would be a reading another Dragon Ball fanfic, but decided not to for tonight. Instead I chose to look for a new one punch man fanfic to read.

Looking through the list, most of popular ones aren't being updated sadly. Dejected, I decided I spent enough time on my phone and should go to bed.

I shut off my phone, fix my pillow, unfold my blanket, and rest my head while looking at the dull, gray night sky through my window's blinds. I start to drift off when I catch something in the distance.

A faint glow is starting to illuminate the sky as it gets brighter and brighter. It seemed like it was getting close to me, and by the time I noticed it wasn't just some light, I disappeared right off the face of this Earth. Not only did I fail to exist but so did my entire city as the blast of the meteor shook the Earth's crust to its core.

The next thing I see is a bright, white light illuminating a long golden hallway, with portraits of different people, varying in all different types of ways. Some has scales, some had feathers, some even had parts of their body disconnected from their torso. The weirdest on that I saw was a alien looking creature who was actually a human with their body flipped inside out.

I decided to stroll down the hall as I admired some portraits and was disgusted by others. Before I realized I made it to the end of the hall, and sat their was a chair with a sleepy looking man on it. The man, not noticing I was there, decided to snore very loudly.

Me being very disgruntled by this decided to go wake him, not fearing any consequences for appearing in possibly his hall. I tapped him, I kicked, I yelled at him, but everything seemed to fail, as he didn't budge an inch from his sleep. Me not wanting to give up, decided to use my trump card against him.

I stood in front of him, reared back my foot, and roundhoused kicked him in the nose.

He instantly woke up and yelled in fear of two things, who kicked him and if his nose is broken again.

Sadly, it was. Not too remorseful for him I asked him, "Who are you and where am I?"

Before he could respond, his nose started to bleed heavily. Me starting to worry for him, asked if he needed help. Instead, he shrugged me and drew a weird magic circle in the air, and miraculously healed his nose.

This very much confused me since I thought that magic doesn't exist but after everything that happened to me it must exists.