Shit… dammit, I'm getting thrown from one weird place to another.
What?
Wh-ouhhh no, what's that stinky smell?
Man, just kill me already — don't let me have to smell this crap.
I open the windows — finally, some fresh air.
Now, where the hell am I?
And why does this place look like a damn drug gang hideout?
I walk over to the table and spot some powder. Damn! This is seriously a drug gang hideout.
I throw all that shit out. Hope the neighbors' kids don't find it, or this is gonna get messy.
I flop onto the couch, trying to piece together everything that happened.
I died… no way humans survive a 1kg C4 blast to the face.
Then I meet this loli partner who's like my manager now, picking commissions for me.
Man… and I thought I'd seen it all back when I was a mercenary.
She says I'm in MHA, but this new body feels way shorter than I remember.
I dash to the bathroom — or whatever's left of him.
And the first thing I see in the mirror? A younger me. No scar.
That shakes me hard — this is me before life decided to target me.
I touch my face, trying to ground myself.
So, yeah, it's real. I've got these powers now.
I clench my fist, and just from moving, a massive blast of air fills the whole damn house,
knocking books, gadgets, kitchen stuff, and furniture everywhere.
Damn… wasn't even trying to use my power, and just a simple move does all this…
Then, a knock at the door.
I open it and see an old woman — she looks just like Aunt May from the Tobey Maguire Spider-Man movie.
"Young Mark, I heard a big boom. You okay? Nothing happened, son?"
Wait… then it hits me like a hammer — memories flooding back.
"Nah, Aunt Laura, it was just the fridge falling," I say.
"Oh, okay then. Take care of yourself, son."
"I will, Auntie… this is crazy. Looks like this Mark is basically the MHA version of me — just a bit different background."
Man, I need fresh air.
I lock the door behind me and step outside. People with strange animal parts walk past,
and some look fully non-human.
Yeah, MHA world. Gotta get used to it.
I pick up the pace, trying to get a fast stride — and then—
BOOM!
The ground cracks like a web, followed by a massive air vortex.
…Where the hell am I? And why does the city look so tiny from up here?
Alright, this is better. I need some alone time.
I walk to a quieter spot.
First order — learn to control this power.
I drop into a hero pose, half-kneeling, fist clenched on the ground — like in the movies.
Then, with everything I've got, I push myself up.
BOOM. (×25)
MAN… hahahahaha! I'm flying! But everything's a blur, and I'm rocketing straight into the sky.
Shit, I lost control. I look around, and after the clouds part, I see myself hurtling toward a medium mountain.
"Mr. Mountain, hope you don't mind getting wrecked by me."
Boom.
The summit and most of the mountain's body get blasted away like a nuclear bomb went off.
I haul myself out of the crater and stare at the mountain, then spit out some rocks that got in my mouth.
Gonna need a hell of a lot of lessons on power control.
And maybe a fast getaway before satellites spot me.
I sprint, kicking up a sandstorm, my feet gripping the ground hard.
I check my watch — or what's left of it. Of course, it's busted.
Then I get a wild idea — if I can't fly right, why not jump-fly like Hulk?
I tune my hearing, make sure nothing's within 100 km, and leap with full force.
I yell as air blasts my ears, breaking the sound barrier multiple times.
I spot icy ground coming up fast and use it to bounce again — careful not to smash any cities on my way to the North Pole.
Meanwhile…
At the Pentagon, USA—
A senior general shouts, "What the hell's going on?!"
The room's flooded with red alerts.
An officer says, "Sir, we've lost the object's trajectory."
"Damn it… what the hell is that thing?"
Back to Mark.
This is the last jump. I steady myself, fighting the urge to look back.
If I ignore it, maybe it never existed. Hope there aren't any pigeons in the North Pole here.
I land softly, though for me that means a 100m jump, then sit on a massive glacier chunk, staring away from where I came.
Because my path's a walking disaster, and I don't want to kill the mood.
Now what? Even the strongest MHA heroes are just city scale. Meanwhile, I'm low-end planetary.
She mentioned a commission. Wonder what that's about…
And I guess this is my late-awakened quirk.
From my memories, I was always quirkless. Maybe I'll join UA or some academy.
I'm curious about heroes' quirks — especially Hero 13's black hole ability.