Capítulo 1: YamaGod and His Normality Power
What would happen if you found yourself transmigrated as none other than an infamous incel character, scorned by nearly everyone and relentlessly mocked as a meme?
That's exactly the case for him.
Fate truly tossed his luck in the trash when he found himself transmigrated as Yamaincel, right in the middle of his enrollment at the Advanced Nurturing High School, where Kushida and Koenji were already locked in a petty spat over a grandma seat.
This wasn't one of those fanfics where people get reincarnated as cool, competent characters like Ayanokouji, the genius protagonist, or even as filthy-rich bastards like Koenji.
Hell, there were some lucky bastards who even ended up reincarnated as Arisu's brother and got to kick off an illicit, incestuous sex with her—how great would that be if it was him!
But not him.
No, he got dealt the short end of the stick, forced to inhabit the body of a socially pathetic loser with rock-bottom intelligence and zero noteworthy skills to speak of.
Alright, maybe he was being a bit too harsh on Yamaincel.
The guy wasn't entirely insufferable, if he thought about it. Yamaincel had skin thick enough to rival a Chinese Protagonist and a knack for shameless bragging that would put even the most shameless Chinese protagonist to shame.
If he played his cards right, he could even spin this pitiful persona into the legendary "YamaGod," worshipped by the meme lords across the internet, transcending mere school rivalry to become a legend.
Who knows, with his rumored origins in the Black Room, he could possibly surpass Ayanokouji himself, shattering the fourth wall, obliterating the multiverse with nothing more than a sneeze and a well-placed meme.
But even if he tried to make the best of it, he knew deep down that this school wasn't his scene.
Yamauchi or not, he couldn't imagine enduring three miserable years subsisting on free, tasteless vegetable meals until graduation.
Unlike the protagonists of fanfics who racked up points like it was second nature, his own intelligence barely scraped by at an acceptable level.
Sure, he could envision a plan—maybe even swindle some points by leaking the S-system to other classes in exchange for private funds.
But the school was ruthless.
No one would just roll over and let him take off points without repercussions.
No, they'd mark him as a target, investigate him, hunt him down at his weakest.
This wasn't the life he wanted, where he'd be forced to constantly look over his shoulder, scheming endlessly, just to claw his way to the top.
He craved a life where everything was handed to him on a silver platter, where bounties fell into his lap without effort.
That's the life he wanted.
Now he knew the ultimate solution to his problem: just drop out of this hellhole, find a more laid-back school where he wouldn't have to scrape and scrounge to survive.
It was never too late to rewrite his path, after all.
And just as he set his resolve to carve his own destiny, an ancient voice suddenly echoed in his mind, rattling through his thoughts like thunder.
[Hey, loser, tired of being beta male and wanted to take in all the bitches and riches for yourself?]
[Here, take this grain salt of my power. With this, dominate the school, claim all the girls, and claw your way to the top. You've been gifted the power of Normality—just say the word 'Normal,' and anything you desire, no matter how perverse or absurd, will be twisted into normal. All you have to do is say 'Normal,' and the world bends to your whims.]
[Farewell, by your devilish fiend, Lucifer Morningstar.]
Now, he was no longer the loser he used to be.
A confident grin spread across his face as he prepared to test his newfound powers, watching Koenji and Kushida bicker over the elderly woman's seat.
With the assurance of a YamaGod and the swagger of a GigaChad, he strode up to Koenji, carrying an air of boldness that only the true alpha could muster.
His incel mindset? Obliterated!
Now, he had ascended into the role of a YamaGod with a power capable of bending reality, of altering the very fabric of common sense.
Koenji and Kushida's argument halted the moment they laid eyes on him.
YamaGod approached with a confidence that embodied the ultimate Alpha Male.
Casually, he patted Koenji's shoulder as if they were long-lost friends.
Even Kushida, surprised and slightly awed, couldn't help but admire his audacity—touching the shoulder of this arrogant, blonde-haired menace as if it were nothing.
But she quickly masked her reaction, stepping back silently to see what this bold guy intended.
Even Kushida knew better than to push Koenji too far or cross his bottom line.
But this guy?
This guy was a legend.
He dared to approach the heir of Japan's largest conglomerate with an air of confidence or perhaps delusion?
Koenji's face darkened as he felt that casual, seemingly disrespectful touch from a guy he once saw as a nobody.
"What do you want, loser? Trying to play the hero?" Koenji sneered, his voice dripping with menace.
"Easy there, pal. I'm here to talk. You know, you're the hero in this story, not me," Yamauchi replied, calm and collected, unaffected by Koenji's menacing glare.
This was his moment—his chance to test his Normality power.
Leaning in, he whispered just loud enough for Koenji to hear, "Do you think it's normal for you to believe every word that Yamauchi says?"
His voice barely a murmur, Yamauchi measured the effect of his spell, wondering about the exact range it needed to work.
Would it only affect those who heard it directly, or would its influence ripple across the whole room?
His curiosity was rewarded almost instantly; Koenji's harsh gaze softened, his expression shifting to one of genuine friendliness, all trace of malice erased by the spell's touch.
"You're right, pal. Sorry for acting like an ass," Koenji admitted, standing up gracefully.
He offered the seat to the elderly woman, leaving Kushida completely speechless as she witnessed the impossible play out before her eyes.
How had he done it?
Catching the astonishment in Kushida's gaze, Yamauchi realized that the Normality power only worked on those who directly heard his words.
Smirking to himself, he took note of this limitation.
Kushida, watching him intently, offered a polite smile and thanked him for stepping in and helping the elderly woman.
"No thanks needed, girl," he replied smoothly. "Just doing what I should."
With that, he retreated back to his seat, observing the ripple effect his influence had created.
The argument dissolved, Koenji volunteered his seat willingly, the grandma got her rightful place, and Kushida relaxed, soon turning her charming smile on others around her as she struck up a new conversation.
"How did you do it?"
When he thought everything was over, the girl beside him suddenly couldn't hold back her curiosity.
She had stunning reddish-pink hair, a well-developed body, and was clad in the unmistakable red blazer of Advanced Nurturing High School.
Her sky-blue eyes were striking, her face adorably cute, and her body undeniably sexy.
He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling a wave of heat course through him as he realized just how breathtaking the girl before him truly was.
The faint aroma of perfume radiated from her, filling his senses and making it impossible to ignore her close proximity.
She was so near, he could feel her scent radiate over him.
He knew exactly who she was—Nakano Nino, from The Quintessential Quintuplets.
"Hey, cool guy, are you listening to me?" Nino couldn't hide her irritation when he seemed to ignore her, waving her hand in front of his face to snap him out of his trance.
"I heard you. It's just… you're so beautiful that I was completely astonished by it. I hope you don't mind, girl," he said smoothly, a playful glint in his eye.
Now that he possessed the power of Normality, he was no longer the timid, awkward guy he once was.
No more stammering in front of girls, no more avoiding their gazes, no more struggling to find the right words.
His confidence was rock solid, his speech so polished that he could flirt with ease, tossing out compliments without hesitation when faced with a beautiful girl.
Some of you might be wondering, 'Dude, this doesn't make any sense. In this setting, you're supposed to be a complete loser. So how did you suddenly transform into a Casanova with zero effort? Where's the character development? Shouldn't it take time—at least a month or more—to go from awkwardly shy to bold and confident, instead of happening in a quick, absurd flash?'
Well, here's the truth: this is character development. What kind of character development were you expecting anyway?
Yamaincel is dead, and in his place is YamaGod, a force too insane to even follow the standard laws of character growth.
We're talking character development on cheat mode, where transformation doesn't crawl—it bulldozes.
"Oh, really?" Nino didn't shy away from his flirtation; instead, she leaned in, intrigued.
This was the first time she'd encountered a boy who was this self-assured and upfront.
Usually, boys tried to get her attention in childish ways, either by insulting her or trying to make fun of her, never with a direct compliment on her beauty.
But here was this guy, a totally average-looking dude, laying it on so confidently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"No need to doubt it, girl. You're really beautiful. My name's Haruki Yamauchi. And you?" He extended his hand in a casual offer.
Nino looked down at his hand, a hint of hesitation flickering in her expression.
Is this guy too bold?
Most Japanese boys were conservative, rarely reaching out for a handshake right off the bat.
Yet, he did it without a second thought.
But rather than spoil the moment, she decided to go along with it, slipping her hand into his and offering a slight smile. "Nino Nakano. Nice to meet you, cool guy."
"Nice to meet you too, beautiful," Yamauchi replied with a smirk, his grip warm and firm.
As he let go of her hand, his fingers lingered ever so slightly, just long enough to feel the softness of her skin.
Then, he pulled back as if nothing unusual had happened.
Nino's cheeks turned a soft pink, her gaze sliding away from his, though she said nothing.
Instead, she pulled her phone from her bag, pretending to scroll as a distraction from her sudden shyness.
Sensing her reaction, Yamauchi felt a surge of satisfaction.
Emboldened, he shifted closer to her, their shoulders nearly touching in the tight seats of the bus.
This is the life, he thought with a thrill.
My beautiful, exciting new life at Advanced Nurturing High School.
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