Chapter 1.

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1一 memories from long ago

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1一 memories from long ago

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IT TOOK HIM A WHILE TO GET accommodated to the human world after so long. Many things were different; the technology, the systems, the people.

He found out that, not long after his departure to the Chaos World, a new phenomena surfaced all over the world and the appearance of quirks reshaped society once again. He was curious and, after a few hours of investigating (read: sending out his shadows to rummage through the files in Tokyo's City Hall), came to the conclusion that quirks were nothing more that attributes of mana. Mutant, emitter and transformation 一 those were the classifications.

Transformation was pretty obvious, and a good example from his past was none other than Baek Yunho, the guildmaster of the Tigers Guild. Emitter covered pretty much every quirk under the sun, so it was a vast category (though his thoughts did wander briefly to a certain red haired snake). And mutation... Well, he was pretty stumped about that one. He had nothing to make a connection to it from the time he was still on Earth, so Jin-Woo decided to just leave that thought be.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that the white tower his ants built under Beru's guise was still standing and in tippy top shape too. The reasoning as to why the building was still standing?

This is where things got interesting.

He was quite confused at first, but as it turns out, while quirks are powered by mana, they cannot affect the mana flow of a magic beast or hunter.

And surprise, surprise! Hunters were still a thing. Low in numbers and ranking (but there was no need for high ranking 一 gates now held little to no dangers), but still around.

Having conducted his basic research, he reclaimed the white tower and made it his home, quite inconspicuously if he might say so.

He was still unsure if he should go to South Korea, so he put that idea on the back burner.

Japan reconstructed itself somewhere along the two hundred plus years that have passed and with the emergence of quirks it spit out the world's number one hero.

Yes, heroes were a thing. He was befuddled at first, then he thought that Jin-ho had a field trip with the new systems put in place.

Now, dressed in a turtleneck shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers with a black trench coat as an outer layer, he was heading to the memorial the Japanese built in the place the giant gate had previously emerged.

He was flattered to have received a monument (apparently it wasn't the only one) that showed to the world his accomplishments. And while they were praise worthy, he could still recall the thousands of innocents he couldn't save.

Jin-Woo wasn't a hero. He never thought himself one. He was selfish and only did things that would benefit him. But it was at times like these that he would recall his family. The mother and sister he left behind and the father that gave the last remains of his life for him.

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