With a curled up fist, hips twisted and power delivered, I let out another hook and hiss of breath in the air--and in the process, I broke the sound barrier as my mass and velocity created a miniature whirlwind that blown into the area. Sending leaves and pebbles raining into the wild, shredding most of the foliage in the process.

My arm, stretches as I could feel the muscles burn. Almost torn as they pierce and tanked the air resistance and velocity of my momentum. It was a test, I was trying to recreate the famed [Super alloy Bazooka] to no avail as shown that I almost tore my own arm from the sudden whiplash.

'...I should've done a straight.' the manner I did that punch almost tore my shoulder.

Groaning at the lingering pain, I pulled back my sore outstretched arm with a frown as I analyse the aftermath before me. If I were to gauge the damage, its the same soreness as the aftermath of 10x10 reps of deadlifts before I got this body. Ya know, the original.

I think...

The act probably did more harm than good, considering no one but I tanked that ridiculous momentum. It was evident that I'm not durable as I was in canon.

Making a fist or two, I shook off the soreness as I smiled in satisfaction.

Still...

Normally this would be blowing my mind, and it did to a degree. but the grim -and painful- reality of what's happened to me is drowning out the wow factor.

Much as just about every self-insert I've ever read has made clear, I can't necessarily trust whatever third-party knowledge I might have. It's entirely possible that this reality is different from the canon one. I might have already caused an AU. Even the smallest change, like Saitama not being able to broke his limits like he should have been on, could have far-reaching consequences.

Severe consequences.

I know the story, but not well enough to put away my insecurities. Darkshine is strong, unbelievably so Stat-wise but seeing that I have yet to become a Hero or the association built for that matter--then I have a lot of things to do, specifically training until I receive Saitama's exploitations; confirming his existence.

In short, what I know for certain is very little. I don't even have a ROB giving me vague and ultimately diversionary hints just to screw with me. This certainly wasn't on the brochure!

I'm not a die hard fan of this series, so I don't know the exact details of this world as much as I'd like to. I don't even have Darkshine's name or memories to impersonate for that manner. In other words I'm essentially nameless, homeless and clotheless. Who the fuck wears a speedo in the public? Atleast it's not bad as as being naked.

No way I'd willingly expose my junk in the public, no matter how hung I am. (It's just Indecent, stupid and embarrassing! I have standards!)

A spike of unfamiliar sensation hits me. The constant phantom stimuli are disorienting me. I feel another spike of panic. Is something wrong with my body? Have I already been injured somehow? Aren't I supposed to automatically know if I'm messed up? I should be getting status reports or a HUD or... signals.

...Or maybe I'm just paranoid?

I get another twitch of weirdness from somewhere inside of my skull as if it's trying to say "well, duh."

"...Okay, is there a monster capable of mastering?" I growled with malicious intent, while I'm willing to give monsters a second chance. Beings capable of mind fuckery is one of the bottom lines that my morality couldn't let go.

Yes I'm using Parahuman system as they're much more acute than the vague rankings like Wolf, Tiger and Demon level. What's wrong you might ask?

For one, I couldn't gauge one's capabilities base on environmental damages, few dangers are hardly capable of citywide destruction but why would they do that if they're exotic enough to control the minds or use biological warfare against you?

I shook off those distractions.

Looking at the riverside, I saw the reflection of a giant of a man. With a body built with defining muscles, with each tensions, they rippled back and forth. Despite not having them in the past, I can get over the fact that--yes. I was indeed inserted as Darkshine. It's not like the end of the world, beats my old one that's for sure.

Surveying the thick foliage gives me nothing out of the norm, my acute senses didn't pick anything suspicious other than the chirping birds.

"...chirp,"

Anyway.

Before I got transported. I was given five choices in that website, I know. Cliche, at first I thought it's a survey of sorts for fanfictions. So as a good sport, I gave my answers. Honest no caps, It's like I expected this to happen.

Overlord.

Konosuba.

Tanya saga of evil.

One punch man.

And Re: zero.

Five choices that'll effect my future.

Five choices and that's it.

Well, let's break it down. Assuming that I'm going to be the main Character, Shield Hero seems the most promising upfront. Until I realize that I honestly don't think I can survive there, as the world is out to get me, the others are incompetent as humanly possible, and I'm going to get killed by the Queen of Chocobos as a result. No thank you.

Re;Zero? Uh, no. While I COULD powergame the hell out of the power set, the fact that I'd have to die over and over is, uh, not appealing. Nor is the sheer amount of PTSD that would result. And that's assuming I manage the right set up to get 'blessed' with respawn.

Tanya? I have no interest being a woman, let alone a loli. Also, Being X and I would, uh, not get along. Because I'm not worshiping anything. Contract, sure, but worship, no.

That leaves Overlord and one punch man. For me, at least, it strikes me as the best choice. Most of the issues come up because Satoru is, well, rather naive, paranoid, and not that well educated. As a result, everything snowballs out of control and he's in too deep to do anything really by the time he starts figuring things out.

Between actually knowing about the setting, unlike Satoru, and being a more functional person due to not being from a dystopia hell, I should be able to avoid most of the issues that came up. Hell, I could just order the Tomb sealed and spend the next thousand years reading the library. Not like anyone in Nazarick will mind.

Failing that, the -500 karma does affect your mind, but it doesn't force you to make decisions. It just makes you stop caring about (most) other people. Stick to a strong standard of enlightened self interest and you can function in the world without being a monster, simply because that's the most beneficial choice. Just... keep an eye on certain Guardians. And give, very, clear directions. Despite its pros, the fact that interactions is a mandatory put a downer in my mood.

I'm just not a Charismatic material, and I'm certainly no leader, and I certainly don't wanna get mindfuck.

And that's if it's the mc I'd get to transmigrated, that Survey only gave me worlds to chose and a brief, vague rundown on how things works. So I played a safe game, yes this world is filled with dangers but the difference is that this world has laws and orders.

Not to mention, indoor plumbing.

And since it's not even a guarantee that I'd get to have perks as an inter-dimentional anomaly as those in the stories, so I chose a world that's practically safe haven.

WW2? Medieval times slash fantasies?

That's suicide bruh.

Yes there's monsters but the version of humans in there have Zenkai for fuck sake. Point is, I have no problems with my current body. although I'm not strong as in my headcanon, I could still clap a lot of monsters. Not to mention, I'm not a stranger when it comes to pumping irons, and I'm certainly not using steroids to achieve my model.

Arnold Schwarzenegger would be proud.

There's just one eeny teeny problem though...

I wasn't sent in a known city, rather. It seems to be a wilderness, forest of sorts. Not to mention it is filled with Mysterious beings with alarming similarities in terms of body structure-- no, it's more of a separate race at this point, if it wasn't for my knowledge I would've undoubtedly thought that those Minotaurs, Orcs, and goblins wannabes are races from a dark fantasy.

Just to be safe and out of consciousness, I gave them the first punch to clear off the language barrier and if they did what I think they'd do, which is a unprovoked attack. I put them to sleep, no questions ask.

If you even could...

"Yosh! It's decided then, I'm going to train like no tomorrow!" I let out an enthusiastic shout that echoes around the forest. "...and find civilisation." I omitted with determination.

Jogging forward in a moderate pace, I ignored the destruction around me as I look for more monsters to beat--train with. I stopped for a moment to briefly look at the fallen bodies of my foes one last time, they're mammalian in nature. Their characteristics reminded me of a roided bull, a humanoid or... or a Minotaur. The three of them looked monstrous and menacingly enough to pass but they are a lot less intimidating when they're animated like some Japanese cartoon and beaten black and blue.

But the fact that they're drawn in such quality that I didn't even notice a hint of... well, animation. Seriously made me question my existence.

No, they're not dead.

...But they're certainly unconscious, at worst rendered cripples, but mostly fast asleep.

What? Just because I clap them cheeks doesn't mean I mindlessly enact murders, sending people in a hospital is no cap and gaining superhuman powers didn't change that. Actually do they have healing factors? I don't think they can go to a hospital so...

Honestly, they were just minding their own business in the forest, they're not causing a mayhem or anything in the city. Yes I'm practically seeking troubles but the fact that I didn't throw the first punch, actually put an ease on my shoulders.

The point is, violence wasn't my first option, no really.

It just so happens that they're far less reasonable and very aggressive, more so than I thought. The mysterious beings I know in the show more likely to announce their name and backstory, here? They just growl and outright attack me like a bunch of rabid dogs, even though I feel bad hurting them, I always remind myself the being a normal human in the world of OPM meant that you're a Statistic number.

That said, seeing no response on any [Masters] I decided to be safe and crouched down and pump up.

"H'mnnnnNm!' humming in concentration, I could feel my body slowly bulk as hot mist flows around me, this might be an over kill but I won't regret this. Maybe.

"S'uuuu!!" I exhale as I let out a whirlwind punch, the sheer power behind the gust alone toppled most of the greenery, giving me a makeshift smokescreen and before I could examine further, I dash forward like a mad man. After all, all Psychics have a range limit correct?

"Angel Dassh-- oh wait, that sounds like a wrong line, ...Nigerandayo!" Better.

As I sprint like a mad lad, I let a genuine laugh as the wind touch my face. I never felt freer than this moment, In the past, due to some complications. I was never given the chance to run around like a child, not when...

'No... forget about it"

This is a brand new opportunity to carve my life, and I refuse to waste it like a doll.

Besides... With this looking like an Anime, I might wouldn't even mind if the women would leach off of me.

Pffft, as if.


Author: Just an Idea, initially thought Metal Bat as the main contender of this fic but... I sorta second guess.