Chapter 1: A New Beginning

I'm Ren Hikari. My life was as ordinary as it gets—an otaku who spent countless hours immersed in anime, manga, and games. I had supportive parents, had recently graduated from high school, and had my eyes set on becoming a programmer. Everything was going smoothly—until one bizarre pop-up ad changed my life forever.

You know those annoying ads that show up when you least expect them? This one asked, "Do you want to reincarnate into My Hero Academia?" Without thinking, I tried to close it. But instead of dismissing it, And you know what happens when you click the x button right? Yes the ad got accept. The next thing I knew, a blinding light engulfed me, and Truck-kun appeared out of nowhere—despite me being inside a building!

When I woke up, I found myself in a vast, blindingly white void. There was only a single, elegant table with a figure sitting behind it. This figure radiated a strange aura—equal parts amusement and detachment.

"Hello, Ren. You've accepted the deal, so I'm reincarnating you into the MHA world—"

"Wait, what do you mean I accepted? I don't remember agreeing to anything!" I interrupted, a knot forming in my stomach.

The figure's gaze softened slightly, as if it found my confusion quaint. "You accepted through the ad."

My heart sank. Was this a joke? "No! I was just trying to close it. There's no way that counts as acceptance!"

The figure sighed patiently. "Unfortunately for you, it does."

I felt my chest tighten as panic set in. "This can't be real! I didn't mean to accept. Send me back!"

The figure's expression shifted to cold indifference. "I can't. You're dead."

The words hit me like a truck—no pun intended. My head spun as I tried to make sense of it. "What do you mean, 'dead'?!"

"I requested Truck-kun to bring you here," the figure replied, almost too casually.

"Why me?" I asked, anger mixing with disbelief. "What's so special about me?"

The figure leaned back, an amused glint in its eye. "You're ordinary. I wanted to see what an ordinary person would do in a world full of quirks."

The weight of the situation hit me harder. Ordinary? I was going to be tossed into a world full of superheroes and villains, and I was supposed to survive with nothing but... what? My high school experience?

"But I'll just die immediately!" I protested, heart pounding. "I'm not some overpowered protagonist!"

"That's not my problem," the figure said, its voice disturbingly neutral. It was clear that it found this whole situation entertaining.

A sharp pain twisted in my chest. My mind raced back to my family—my parents who always supported me, my dreams of becoming a programmer, all the things I'd never do now. The thought of never seeing them again brought tears to my eyes.

The figure seemed to notice my distress, and for a moment, its expression softened. "I suppose I could grant you a power. But it has to be interesting," it said. "I've reincarnated many before you, and I'm tired of the same old abilities. Come up with something unique."

Wiping away the tears, I forced myself to focus. "Something unique..." I muttered. I wasn't strong or brave, but I was good with computers. Programming had always been my passion.

"Alright," I said, my voice steadying. "I want a quirk that lets me see the world as code and manipulate it, like a programmer. I could affect myself, others, even the environment around me."

The figure tilted its head, intrigued. "Hmm... an interesting concept. But that kind of power is too much for a ordinary human body to handle."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, confused. "Aren't I getting reincarnated as myself?"

The figure chuckled darkly. "No. Your current body is far too weak to handle a quirk like that. You'll be given a new body—a more suitable one."

I flushed with embarrassment, realizing I hadn't considered the physical requirements of a quirk. "Okay, fine. Just… make me stronger."

The figure grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, your new body will be quite handsome—more than enough to turn heads. After all, I prefer an interesting story."

"Wait, what? Are you going to be watching me this whole time?" I asked, alarmed.

"Of course," the figure replied with a sly smile. "Your new life is part of my entertainment."

A chill ran down my spine. "You won't… you know… watch me when I'm… uh… doing personal stuff, right?"

The figure quickly waved a hand, flustered. "No, no. I'm not interested in that."

I let out a sigh of relief, but the weight of everything still bore down on me. I was being reincarnated into a dangerous world, and someone would be watching my every move like I was a character in a show.

Before the figure could send me off, a sudden thought gripped me. "Wait!" I shouted, heart pounding. "What about my family? Will they be okay?"

The figure paused, its expression softening ever so slightly. "Your family? Hmm... I suppose it's only fair to let you know. They will be fine. In fact, they won't even remember your death."

"What?" I stammered, caught off guard. "They won't remember me?"

"They'll have memories of a life where you simply never existed. It will be as though you were never there. They'll continue their lives happily, without the burden of grief."

I stood there, stunned. The thought of my parents forgetting me entirely was both a relief and a deep sorrow. "So… they won't suffer?"

The figure nodded. "They won't. I assure you, they'll be at peace."

A small, bittersweet comfort washed over me. At least I didn't have to worry about my family being consumed by the pain of my sudden disappearance. But the idea of them not even remembering me—living a life where I never existed—it hurt more than I expected.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on what lay ahead. "Okay... If they're going to be fine, then I'm ready. Let's do this."

The figure's grin widened. "Right now, Ren. Good luck… and make it interesting."

Before I could respond, the void around me exploded into light, and I felt myself being pulled into the unknown.