Long story short, I died and got reincarnated into My Hero Academia. Great, a world full of danger! What incredible luck. My life's being controlled by some sort of System but at least I get good rewards for completing its' quests.
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From as far back as I can remember, I've held a deep fascination for the concept of being reborn in an entirely different world. The idea of experiencing a new life has captivated my thoughts for quite some time now, especially given the numerous reincarnation webtoons that have consumed my reading list in the past few months. It has become a central focus in my mind, dominating my thoughts on a daily basis. Yes, I was somewhat addicted.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize I'd have to leave behind everything I hold dear. My family, my closest friends, and even my pets mean the world to me—they have all played an incredibly vital role in shaping the person I have grown into. They have been there for me through thick and thin, providing unwavering support and companionship. Their presence has left an indelible mark on my life, contributing to the person I am today. I couldn't be the person that I am today without my friends' support throughout my life.
The thought of parting ways with them evokes a bittersweet feeling within me. On one hand, the allure of embarking on a grand adventure in a new world intrigues me, promising unexplored possibilities and exciting encounters. Yet, on the other hand, the mere thought of leaving behind the special bonds I have formed, the memories we have shared, and the profound impact they have had on my life weighs heavy on my heart. I could never recreate this in another world.
As a university student who often finds myself staying up late, I may not have all the answers, but that's not the main focus here. What truly matters to me are the people that hold immense value in my life. Whenever I come across stories of individuals having ordinary lives before their passing, I can't help but contemplate the emotions their real families must have experienced.
It must've been terrible for them.
But for the main character? They're living their life as if nothing had happened.
"Hey, Y/N, can you please stop frowning and pay attention to the movie? If you're not enjoying it, I can switch it up since it's incredibly dull." I blinked in surprise, turning my head to the side, realizing that my friend had been giving me an irritated look.
"Sorry, Sarah..." I chuckled softly, acknowledging her frustration. I redirected my attention to the television, where a recently released movie was playing. It caught my interest because it followed the story of a boy who had experienced an astonishing 990 thousand lives. The concept seemed intriguing, but I couldn't help but find some parts of the movie a bit tedious to sit through.
"Seriously, what's going on with you these days?" Sarah muttered. I simply shrugged in response, grabbing the popcorn from her hands and indulging in a mouthful. Surprisingly, she didn't make an effort to retrieve it, which I considered a small victory. The popcorn was melting in my mouth. It was delicious.