Bab 4: If there is a paradise, it was made for me.
"So, did you like the gift? Isn't this power fascinating?" The voice resonated, laden with an almost sinister enthusiasm. "Besides, I've implanted some memories in your head about how it works and how you can maximize its full potential." The voice laughed, a laugh filled with nostalgia and a hint of madness. "Man, this reminds me so much of my own beginning... Good times."
Kazuya remained silent as the information flooded his mind, each detail organizing itself into a chaotic symphony of power and possibility. *Strongarm*... A Quirk that allowed the user to channel overwhelming strength through their arms. He could crush bones, demolish walls, turn his enemies to dust.
He whispered to himself, with a smile widening across his mental face: "Crushing strength in the arms? The ability to smash and destroy with a simple move? Heh, seems fitting for someone like me. But really... is that all?" His voice echoed with a veiled disdain. "Not as impressive as you seemed to suggest."
A stat table appeared before his eyes, as if his mind was being scanned. "Kazuya Tanaka," read the title. "Age: 38." Below that, there was a "Powers" section with *Strongarm* listed, and the life expectancy marked as "Infinite."
"Infinite? What kind of joke is this?" Kazuya murmured, his metaphorical eyes narrowing. "Why is my remaining lifespan infinite?"
The voice responded, its tone filled with malicious satisfaction. "Because in this space, death does not exist for you. But if you prefer, I can show you how much time you really have left in the outside world."
As the voice said that, the stats changed. The number "20 years" appeared on the screen. Kazuya let out an incredulous but deep, irony-laden laugh. "Twenty years? Is that all I've got? A bad joke, that's what it is."
The voice retorted, almost sarcastically. "Well, you didn't exactly have the healthiest life..."
Kazuya fell silent, his gaze now empty and indifferent. After a moment, he said with disdain, "Whatever. I bet I can get more time in one of these worlds."
The voice, sensing Kazuya's cold indifference, continued without hesitation. "Very well, let's spin the roulette and find out your fate..."
But Kazuya raised his voice, interrupting it sharply. "Wait. You think I'm a puppet to just accept this? A mere 'thank you' and 'good luck'? This is a game, and I intend to play it my way. What does it really take to achieve divinity? Are you only going to give me this half-baked little power? I want more. Much more."
The voice took on a more provocative tone, almost as if it were trying to poke at something deep within him. "You think you can defy the system, Kazuya? Believe you can question what's been given to you? Your life so far has been a long walk toward mediocrity. But even so, there is something inside you, a spark that hasn't been extinguished. Something that wants more, that demands more."
Kazuya felt the words pierce his mind like needles, but instead of feeling pain, he felt something different: a cold, growing excitement. "So that's it... You think you can use me as just another pawn in your little cosmic theater? No. I am not like the others. And if there's anything inside me, it's the certainty that this place, this 'Paradise,' was made for someone like me to rule."
With those words, a colossal roulette appeared, spinning frantically. The names of fictional worlds passed before his eyes like a parade of possibilities: Attack on Titan, Naruto, One Piece, Death Note, Reverend Insanity, Warlock of the Magus, Netheril's Glory, Way of the Devil, Blood Immortal.
The sound of the spinning roulette was almost deafening, a loud noise that seemed to penetrate Kazuya's mind. Finally, it stopped with a soft click, and the name "Attack on Titan" shone brightly on the screen.
A robotic voice, cold and devoid of emotion, resonated in his mind. "Congratulations, your first world has been selected."
Before Kazuya could ask any more questions or demand more answers, he was pulled out of the void. The sensation was like being torn from a tight cell and thrown into a bottomless abyss.
When Kazuya vanished, the void returned to its state of absolute silence. The voice that had guided the entire process suddenly remembered something. "Ah, damn... I forgot to warn him about the death matches between the other players who have the system... And also about the Yellow Heaven Treasury, where he can acquire powerful abilities and items..."
A laugh escaped, filled with dark humor and a hint of malice. "Well, I guess he'll find out all of that along the way. This should be quite interesting to watch."
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