CH 1: You just had to take a Chance Fate, huh?

I'm sure some of us have heard of the idea of heroes before. It's one of those ideas that is appealing to people of all shapes of life, appearing in all sorts of forms. Of course, with all these heroes, things can get really confusing.

No matter what, people have their own ideals on what being a 'True Hero' means. On one hand, we have beings that resemble that of gods or entities, people we look up to as idols for how to live. Other heroes resemble more ordinary people, unafraid to help others whilst still trying to make it through lives of their own. Many of these heroes are forced into these positions against their will, placed in situations that most would prefer to avoid being in the first place, experimented on. Yet they keep fighting for a better world.

Some may even be unaware of what happened to them and wake up in an alleyway, with no idea how they got there, like me!

"Wait, I might be missing something. 1: I'm not a superhero. I'm just an ordinary 16 year old currently in High-school. 2: I'm pretty sure I didn't go to sleep in generic alleyway number 555. When and how the hell did I get here?"

Okay, this was not how I expected my day to turn out. I was sleeping in my bed, at least a few hours ago (or at least, I think I was), and now I… actually had no idea where I was or how I ended up here. After a while, I did receive a faint hint of my location in the form of a soft sea breeze blowing across my face. "Huh." I said to no-one in particular. "Guess growing up near the Australian coast and helping out with surf club has some navigational benefits. If I had to take a guess, I must be near some sort of dockyard." Note to self: If this is the work of some R.O.B, find them and kick them in jewels so hard, the shockwave will send me back home.

It was then that I discovered that R.O.B (Or whoever it was that dropped me here) had a really sick sense of humour and left me with just an angular red and blue backpack that alternated to blue in the middle. For some reason it had designs resembling that of Rabbit ears and a Tank muzzle? Oddly specific. It felt fairly heavy as well, like something was inside it…

"Wait, now isn't the time to ponder what's in the bag, I need to figure out where I ended up!" Shaking myself out from my thoughts, I decided to wander around and get a few bearings on my location…for about 5 seconds until I stood up and saw what I was wearing. "What the… what the heck am I wearing?" Now I had a change of clothes? Who did this?

After finding myself a window for a makeshift mirror, I had time to take in my new appearance. No idea why honestly, I thought that they would've just left me nude for the sake of comedy. I was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans, with the left side having a dark sea blue stripe going down and the right side repeating that pattern, with a red outline. My shirt was the skeleton of a robotic hand surrounded by various coding sequences of different colours attached to each digit. A sleeveless jacket was on top of it, a blue hood attached to the back of it. My arms had the strangest of the costume choices though.

My right hand had a padded glove, something akin to what an MMA fighter would wear, deep blue with some black lines forming into the shape of a tank muzzle. My left arm had a band made out of cloth with two small stray bands blowing in the wind, a white spiral of sorts in the middle like a spring. "Okay then, anything else different about me now? Oh cool, My eyes are different colours now…WHY DO I NOW HAVE HETEROCHROMIA!?" Okay, this was starting to get ridiculous. My left eye is now an almost pinkish red, whilst my right is deep blue. Did I hit my head being dragged here? I was pretty sure heterochromia developed from injuries of some sort to the head in a few cases.

Wandering through the city I found myself in, two things became apparent to me. One: I defiantly wasn't in Kansas anymore (Okay, technically I live in Wollongong, but technicalities). 2: Even if this was Australia, I doubt I would even recognise it. Luckily, a newspaper shop happened to be nearby. I decided to get one, hopefully to get a bearing of where I was.

"Let's see what we got here… 'Empire 88 Goes to War with Azn Bad Boys'. What kind of names are those…" Somehow I landed in an entirely different country, as if my day couldn't weirder enough. Those names did somehow sound familiar. Something about a superhero story on the internet…

"Wait, Azn Bad Boys. Empire 88. The only place I can recall having those names is called Brockton Bay." And then it hit me. "Oh no, nonononon, NO. You have got to be kidding ME!" I panicked. This was a goddamn isekai. I was the universe of Worm, where the true superheroes were few and between, people forced to their breaking points gaining powers that come with mental issues that no-one wants to help them with, space whales, secret interdimensional organisations that don't care how many people have to die to save the multiverse, oh, and DID I FORGET THE SPACE WHALES!?

Knowing how these types of things go, I was probably sent to stop the worst events of canon and create a better conclusion. Problem. I was just an ordinary 16 year old kid who hadn't even graduated High School yet. What the hell was I supposed to do, walk up to Contesa and call her out on Cauldrons methodology? I haven't even read Worm, and even that was a bad idea. Fricken' Mary Sue Path of Victory.

"God Dammit!" In my anger, I slammed the backpack I had into the nearest wall I could find, and just started kicking the wall. I was almost about to punch the wall, when something slid out of the bag. Out of curiosity, I decided to check what it was that was in my backpack.

It was an object, clearly mechanical in design, with various metal pipes running along the bottom surrounding some cog like implants. Two slots could be found to the right of where I was holding it, large enough for two small items to be inserted. On my leftmost side, a bright red crank was sticking out. A bright silver light of sorts was found near it. The item was adorned with red markings, most often seen in work zones, with one symbol sticking out. A hollowed-out cog split in two diagonally.

I couldn't believe it. In my hands was the Build Driver, originally used by Sento Kiryu, also known as Kamen Rider Build. Kamen Rider was just a tv series insanely popular in Japan, and yet here I was, holding the very same belt from the show in my hands. My face was the definition of excitement. Checking inside the bag, a sizable number of fullbottles had been left for me. I decided against checking what fullbottles they exactly were. If anyone from the PRT was around, I would most likely be confused for a tinker, and they don't exactly have very positive reputations in Earth-Bet.

With the Build Driver firmly hidden in my new backpack, I begun wandering through the Bay, wondering what my next step was if I wanted to stop Golden Morning from happening, and ultimately how to save the world. No pressure, right? Well, at least I knew which R.O.B. dropped me here. Muttering under my breath, I decided to say what anyone given Rider powers would, "Damn you, Decade."