He was born on Earth, a child of mystery—half Japanese, half European, with no knowledge of his parents. From an early age, he displayed a chaotic brilliance that made even prodigies seem ordinary. By twelve, he had already mastered engineering principles most could only grasp in college, and by fifteen, he had become the youngest certified engineer on the planet. But engineering was only half of his obsession. Cooking, too, became his art, and not just any cooking—he crafted dishes so divine, so soul-stirring, that even the most hardened critics wept. While others sought fame or fortune, he sought mastery, curious always about how far his potential could stretch. And he never truly knew the limits of his own genius.
Despite these remarkable talents, he moved through life like a storm in a teacup: clumsy at times, mischievous almost constantly, a smirk always on his face and a mind constantly racing three steps ahead. His charisma was magnetic, a sharp tongue that cut and charmed in equal measure, reminiscent of Lucifer Morningstar's sly elegance. Yet behind the bravado lay the lazy, thoughtful demeanor of someone who could solve universe-scale problems while lying in bed playing Call of Duty or navigating the stars in Star Citizen. Anime and manga weren't mere hobbies—they were study materials, inspiration, and a secret training ground for his imagination. "Space Mercenary," "Swallowed Star," and other epics shaped his visions of what he could achieve in worlds beyond his own.
His obsession with space, ships, and engineering converged into a single dream: understanding and eventually building starships like the 890 Jump and the 600i, ships that were simultaneously art and war machine. His notebooks—dense with calculations, schematics, and blueprints—spilled over with impossible ideas, and he cataloged every ship he encountered in Star Citizen with obsessive precision. This was a man whose curiosity was limitless, whose intellect was ferocious, and whose ambitions had no ceiling.
And yet, fate was about to give him something far beyond earthly genius. When he died, the God of Reincarnation appeared, ready to offer a new life. But he was no ordinary petitioner. With the cunning of Loki and the strategic deception of a master manipulator, he wove illusions and traps: shadow clones from Naruto that argued, deceived, and negotiated on his behalf; a reality-warping Infinity Castle that could become his personal dimension; a library spanning centuries of manga, untouched by time, containing every story he had ever loved. The god, bewildered and impressed, had no choice but to concede.
It's Begin's isn't it. -Mc