A/N: I blame my muse for this.

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"STUPID IDIOT! MOTHERFUCKING CANCEROUS SHIT! RITO!" A lone man raged as he tossed the remains of his mouse into a nearby wall after he smashed it into the desk like it killed his entire family. "200 FUCKING YEARS OF GAME DEVELOPMENT EXPERIENCE!"

"Yo yo yo, chill mah nigga." A voice coming from his headphones calmed the man slightly. "It's still the first game. Can't have ya being tilted for the rest of the nightly grind."

"… Fucking hell, man…" The man sighed as he slumped back on his gaming chair. "But come the fuck on. You've seen that shit."

"Yeah, Rito being one helluva small indie company, amirite?" The voice snickered, but even the lone man knew the man behind the voice was silently raging behind the desk. "Bullshit cockass suckah 1 v 9-ning everybody. His team was fucking dogshit, but nigga got them broken ass champ to carry."

"I'm banning that cancerous shit next game." The man grabbed a nearby identical mouse and plugged it in. "Start the queue. I want to reach gold by the end of the night."

The room was plunged into silence as the only audible sound came from the headphones strapped to the man's head. As he waited for the matchmaking system to find a match, the man decided to help himself to some coffee that was sitting pretty next to his keyboard.

While doing so, he recalled the moment when everything in the last game went wrong. His Jhin was doing good, capping at seven cs per minute, with fifteen kills, seven deaths, and eight assists.

His champion was more fed than the enemy ADC, that's for sure. But their mid-lane flopped and gave the enemy Akshan the chance to snowball. Even the top lane Darius couldn't do shit against that menace.

His duo, who was the jungling Jarvan IV, couldn't burst him down because Akshan could just wipe him off the map before he could do so. What's worse was that every time they fight, Akshan would be the last one standing, and his passive worked wonders for the enemy team.

Thinking back on the game made him almost burst a vein.

"Fucking champs, man." The man sighed and placed the cup back down on the desk. As he did so, he felt his vision wobble. "What…?"

His head slammed on the keyboard and the cup of coffee spilled on his face. The piping hot liquid nearly caused him to scream in pain, but for whatever reason, he couldn't build up the strength to do so.

'What's happening…?' His thoughts grew murky. Memories of the past came and went as he lay on the desk lifelessly. His vision grew darker as the pain from the stinging liquid vanished, and a few seconds later, everything went dark.

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"You have got to be fucking joking…"

"I am not, Kenneth."

The man now stood in a vast expanse of white, his name revealed by the giant figure sitting on a grandiose throne in front of him.

"So, you're telling me that I'm dead, because you fucked up, and now you want to give me another chance at life to atone for your mistake?"

"That's the gist of it, yes." The giant figure nodded, his white beard swishing as he did so. "Before you ask, I cannot give you your old life back. Once a soul has left its vessel, it can never return."

"… Of course…" Kenneth just sighed as he plopped onto the white, fluffy ground that he was sure was like a cloud. "So, how are we going to do this?"

"It is quite simple. You will be reborn into another, similar Earth. What kind of Earth, I do not know since there are countless parallel dimensions, each of them having its version. And because I am trying to atone, I will give you some benefits to help you live a comfortable life until your inevitable death."

"… Sign me up then. No use lamenting on a life I can't have. Plus, it was getting rather boring, repeating every single thing, day after day after day…"

"Ah yes, you mortals style of living." The giant figure chuckled with his hand hiding his mouth. "But I digress. Your reincarnation awaits. We may never see each other again, so I bid you good luck, and have fun."

"… GLHF, huh…" Kenneth snickered at the acronym. He felt his lingering spirit fade from the white space, and a few moments later, opened his eyes to see a set of warm, green eyes staring at him.

"My baby…"

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~ Four Years Later ~

"Well, didn't think I would be reborn in a fictional world, but who am I to argue?" Kenneth, now named Midoriya Michio, mulled over as he felt the first remnants of his quirk activate. "And damn if I ain't happy with the bullshit quirk I got."

In his hand laid a very decorative gun. It had no trigger and was lined with intricate details. It could very well pass as a toy gun, albeit a very expensive one, but it made Michio grin manically because it looked identical to a gun he had seen in a game.

Namely, Lucian's sentinel pistols.

The problem was that he had no idea how to fire them. There were no triggers, after all. Some of his classmates ooh'd and ahh'd at the sight of these pistols, but all of them lost interest when they found out they couldn't fire. Meanwhile, his twin brother, the excitable child that was Midoriya Izuku, was right beside him checking out the finer details of the guns.

"Nii-san. Nii-san. Is that your quirk?" Izuku asked with stars in his eyes. Michio snickered at the sight, and let the two pistols vanish for the moment. He didn't miss the teacher at the front of the room breathing a sigh of relief once the two pistols were gone.

"Yes. Come on, Izuku, you can stop sticking to me like glue." Michio grew a little annoyed at the fact that Izuku was clinging to him like a koala. This got the excitable child to back off and blush slightly in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Nii-san."

Yes, Michio did think he was gonna have some fun in this world, and then he recalled the future since he was up-to-date with the manga.

'But first, preparations for the future.'

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A/N: I'll be slowing down the plot progression for the next chapter. don't wanna rush the plotline.