reborn as gojo with doomsday power

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Pain. That was the last thing he remembered—excruciating pain, then darkness. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in the world he knew anymore. Gone were the city streets, the familiar faces, and the mundane life he'd grown accustomed to. Instead, he stood in a barren desert, the sun beating down on him, his senses sharper than ever.

His name had been unremarkable in his previous life, but that didn't matter now. As he looked at his reflection in a shimmering mirage on the sand, he saw a different face—white hair, striking blue eyes that seemed to glow with infinite power. He looked like Gojo Satoru, his favorite anime character, and as a rush of understanding hit him, he realized he *was* Gojo now. But there was more. Beneath the surface of his sleek new body, he could feel a feral, uncontrollable strength—Doomsday's monstrous power, restrained but pulsating like a dormant volcano.

It wasn't long before his newfound powers demanded testing. With a flick of his wrist, a rock disintegrated in mid-air, particles suspended in his *Infinity.* A casual leap sent him soaring hundreds of feet into the air, landing with a shockwave that split the earth beneath him. But he wasn't just enamored by his abilities—his sharp intellect reminded him of where he likely was: the DC Universe. A place filled with heroes, villains, and moral dilemmas far more dangerous than the world he came from.

Despite his awe, one thing was clear—this wasn't going to be easy. If this was DC Earth, it was a world where power alone didn't guarantee survival. Superman, Wonder Woman, Darkseid, even petty criminals—they all had one thing in common: they could test your resolve to its limits. 

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### **A Hero's Resolve**

The protagonist sat in the desert for hours, contemplating his next move. He'd admired heroes like Superman, Batman, and The Flash in his old life. Despite their differences, they all shared one thing: an unwavering commitment to protecting people. He wanted that, too. But he wasn't naive. He understood this wasn't a world where ideals alone would keep you alive. Sometimes, to protect the innocent, you had to cross a line.

"I'll be a hero," he muttered to himself, clenching his fists. "But I won't hesitate if the world forces my hand."

That resolve was tested sooner than expected. Hours later, the sound of helicopters roared in the distance. Soldiers approached, their weapons drawn, clearly on high alert after detecting his seismic activity. They surrounded him, barking orders to stand down.

"Wait," he called out, raising his hands. "I'm not here to fight. I'm not a threat!"

But they didn't listen. Bullets sprayed toward him, only to stop mid-air, suspended by his *Infinity.* He sighed, his heart sinking. "I didn't want to do this," he muttered. With a flick of his wrist, the bullets reversed course, embedding harmlessly in the sand near the soldiers. "Go home. I don't want to hurt anyone."

One soldier fired a missile. His reaction was instinctive—his hand shot out, releasing a blast of *Cursed Energy.* The missile was obliterated, but the force of his counterattack sent a shockwave that knocked the soldiers unconscious. He stared at the destruction he'd caused, his stomach churning. Even when holding back, his power was immense.

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### **A Fateful Encounter**

Before he could process what had happened, the sky darkened. A shadow fell over him as three figures descended from the sky: Superman, Wonder Woman, and Green Lantern. 

Superman spoke first, his voice firm but calm. "We've been monitoring you. You're powerful, and that makes you dangerous. Surrender now, and we can talk this through."

The protagonist felt the weight of their gazes, his mind racing. He respected Superman and Wonder Woman, but he also knew how precarious this moment was. If he surrendered, they'd treat him like a threat. If he fought, he'd prove them right.

He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Look, I get it. I show up out of nowhere, and things go boom. But I promise, I'm not the bad guy here. I just want to help."

Green Lantern sneered. "Blowing up half the desert doesn't exactly scream 'help.'"

Superman raised a hand to silence him. "If that's true, prove it. Stand down and come with us."

The protagonist sighed. He knew they wouldn't trust him easily, and he wasn't sure he trusted them either—not yet. But he also knew this was his chance to prove he wasn't a villain.

"All right," he said, deactivating his *Infinity* as a show of good faith. "But if anyone tries to lock me up or treat me like a lab rat, all bets are off."

Superman nodded, extending a hand. "Fair enough. Let's start with introductions. Who are you?"

The protagonist hesitated, then grinned. "Call me Gojo."

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The chapter ends with Gojo accompanying the League to the Hall of Justice, setting the stage for a tense introduction to the world's greatest heroes. The protagonist's journey to becoming a hero begins here, but the lines between good and evil, trust and betrayal, will blur as the story unfolds.

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