AM N. NOT.🖕🏻
It seed like the caraman seriously deserved a raise for her ability to stay perfectly hidden.
✌🏻(゜ロ゜)
Izuku Midoriya had been acting strange lately. No one really knew who he truly was—or where he ca from. And if this world really had been created for him to conquer, would he be able to face the consequences that ca with it?
More importantly… would his tricks even work in a world where people behaved like real human beings instead of ani or manga characters?
Could his skills truly carry him through everything?
Would his power alone be enough to grant him everything he desired?
Well… let's see how this Izuku Midoriya—the self-proclaid main character of this world—plans to beco the next Symbol of bitches — I an, peace.
One thing was certain.
Was he ready for everything?
Could he do everything the original Izuku Midoriya once did?
Let's sit back and watch his journey unfold.
While the narrator was rambling about all that nonsense…
Izuku was thinking about his Quirk.
His Full Cowl had already reached 10 percent.
And with just that, he had beco noticeably stronger.
He couldn't wait for the future.
A quiet chuckle slipped from his lips as he ate, excitent bubbling in his chest. Across from him, his mother watched carefully—clearly worried, yet too afraid to voice whatever thoughts were troubling her.
The carama'am teleported once again.
👋🏻(゜ロ゜)
Back to the parking lot.
Back to Maki.
His tenacity—and patience—were on full display. He had been sitting there for approximately five hours. And yet, he felt no urge to stand.
Like a fisherman waiting by the riverbank.
Still. Silent. Unmoving.
But he wasn't waiting for fish.
He was waiting for Nemuri.
And for the system to finish updating.
The strain in his legs felt like nothing. Perhaps Hashirama's physique had sothing to do with that.
As he waited, his thoughts drifted to sothing familiar.
Finding a job.
He had thought about it many tis before. Every ti, Nemuri dismissed the idea. She kept telling him he was underage—that no one would hire a minor like him.
He had tried telling her he wasn't actually a kid.
But who would believe that?
He had explained it once before, and Nemuri had assud it was just another nonsense excuse so he could sneak out and work.
"You only want to go outside to find a job," she had said. "But when I ask if you want to go out for fun, you refuse."
That had silenced him.
Because it was true.
Why waste ti going out for aningless fun when he could earn money? Sustain himself. Even help put food on the table.
In the end, he swallowed his words.
They wouldn't believe him anyway.
Even now, he was thinking about working again. The video he had uploaded would take ti before paynt arrived. And that money would be used to compensate for the things he had destroyed.
He reasoned with himself, over and over.
But he had forgotten sothing.
Once they moved into the U.A. dorms, finding a job would beco even more difficult.
Strangely enough… his mind never lingered on that problem.
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Ding—
The sound snapped through his thoughts.
His eyes remained closed, but inside his mind, he was already watching.
Ding—
Update completed.
The black orb suddenly cracked.
Like an egg splitting open.
From within, a chest erged—but it was no longer gold.
It was obsidian.
Crystallized. Dark. Sharp.
The lid's corners were lined with jagged spikes. Heavy chains wrapped around its entire body, binding it tightly. And at the very center—
An eye.
A dragon's eye.
A red iris with a vertical dark slit. A deep orange glow radiated from its pupil. It blinked.
Slowly.
The obsidian chest was alive.
Maki clicked the small question mark in the corner.
The drop rates appeared once more:
35% – Basic
25% – Elite
20% – Bronze
10% – Silver
5% – Gold
3% – Diamond
2% – Epic
1% – Legendary
Below the chest was the draw option:
x1 Draw – 1000 Points
That wasn't the only change.
The once-red system panel had darkened into a deep garnet hue. At each of the four corners, dragons now coiled around the fra as if they were part of its structure.
And of course—
Maki was completely srized.
The dragons were moving.
Their dark golden bodies slithered along the edges of the screen. Serpentine and elegant, each possessed wings that flapped slowly as they coiled and uncoiled around the interface.
Four dragon-serpents. One in every corner.
He whispered softly,
"…That's cool."
!!ヽ(ﾟдﾟヽ)(ﾉﾟдﾟ)ﾉ!!AM N. NOT.
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