Prologue: I Start My Adventure


I woke up all of a sudden, sitting upright on a comfy office chair. Not sure how I got here exactly, I have a hard time remembering what I ate two days prior, let alone what I did to end up here.

I'm in an all white room, yet somehow my eyes don't hurt at all despite the apparent brightness. I'd call this some sort of entrance to heaven or something but, I doubt that's where I am. Judging from the typical office set-up, and the lovely lady seated in front of me in an expensive looking suit, I must be here for some sort of isekai deal.

I mean, there's a tablet right there on the table. Looks like it's open on some sort of character creation screen from an RPG. And the lady in the nice looking business attire is someone I recognize as well: Aqua from Konosuba. But like, a competent looking version somehow? She doesn't seem bored nor dismissive of me, but she does have a huge smirk on her face. And she's dressed like a lewd secretary.

…I hope I didn't die an embarrassing death or anything. I shove those kinds of thoughts far away, and take solace in the fact I can't remember anything before waking up here.

She may be a version of Aqua from Konosuba but I don't want to be rude. I look her in the eyes, after checking out her excessive amount of cleavage. I am only a man. I get straight to business soon enough.

"Miss Aqua? Do I just get started on this page here?" I ask the blue haired goddess who has authority over reincarnation, as I pick up the tablet on the table.

She starts grinning like a crazy person, and I suppose it should unnerve me, but she's divinely beautiful so it somehow comes off as encouraging. "Yes, yes~ Welcome to the start of all your isekai wishes~"

No need to tell me twice! I eagerly inspect the first page. Looks like it's version 1 of the Worm CYOA at its base mixed in with multicross options… This will be fun.

I don't want to go too crazy, but I also don't want to make it too easy for me. Balance is a must, so with all of that in mind I make my choices…

CYOA:

Entry: Self-Insert

Difficulty: World Breaker

Cheat Powers: Kaleidoscope

Martial Arts Mastery:

Jeet Kune Do: heavy focus on Karate, Kali/Arnis, Wing Chun

Melee weapon mastery: swordsmanship and stick fighting

Magic Specialization: Decomposition magic of Shiba Tatsuya

Tinker 12 Specialization: Borderlands and Mass Effect

Perks:

Blank

Shattered Limiter

Invictus

Complications:

Marked

Starting Point:

April 8th, 2011

ABB Territory

Character:

Civilian Name: John Smith

True Name: Mon-El

Hero Name: Valor

Species: Daxamite

Mass Effect omni-tool mixed with Borderlands 3 ECHO device, inventory containing: Black Legion suit and a fully bonded Nth metal weapon defaulting as a katana, and the Silver Horn custom: Trident magic casting tool

Current casual wear: black leather jacket, plain white shirt, khakis, black converse, socks, and Forgotten Wolf School medallion (no enchantments)

Starting Money: 100 bucks

And those are all of the pertinent points, this will be fun. I lock in all of my choices and pass the tablet back to Aqua. The Goddess of reincarnation, water and healing rapidly starts typing into the device and then waves me off. Still grinning at some cosmic joke only she knows. I am trying not to worry about it.

In a flash of light, that does in fact hurt my eyes at this time, I experience a vague sense of vertigo or whatever and then suddenly all sorts of sounds, colors, and smells hit me with the force of Truck-kun at the start of Mushoku Tensei.

I have to blink my eyes a few times to get my vision in order. Thanks to my indomitable will I am able to tune out unwanted noise, scents and whatnot and just focus on what's immediately important. Namely: the hot blonde bartender that's smiling at me.

I smile back at her, and hope to God my awkward ass doesn't look weird doing it. At least I look like Chris Wood now, so I have an advantage. "Hello, uh, Brandi." Name tags are handy like that. I was about to start flirting with her and see where it leads, but we both get distracted by a loud commotion towards the dance floor of this apparent night club.

I turn around and decide to make a slight edit to my assumption. I'm not in a regular night club. It's a gentlemen's club. I don't know how I missed it when getting my new super senses in order but, there was a cosplay orgy going on in the dance floor. I see stripper poles all over the place as well, some have privacy curtains drawn. But most don't.

Nice! The theme seems to be anime and video games for the night. A lot of school uniforms from various series and Mass Effect characters seem to be in the mix. Oooh, parahumans are more widespread over here. I see a lot of shapeshifters in the mix. One word: futanari.

I expertly manipulate the omni-tool on my left wrist that looks like a custom Casio digital watch and record everything!

I did not get to enjoy the view for long though, because a group of rough looking thugs approached. They were wearing the red and green colors of the ABB, and I believe most of them were Japanese and Chinese. I wouldn't quote myself on that though, even with Daxamite physiology I don't feel all that confident in guessing someone's race correctly.

There are a half dozen thugs. The five in the back are all wielding crude melee weapons in the form of metal pipes or worn wooden bats. The leader up front is dressed slightly better than the rest in a dark trench coat and office wage slave clothes underneath, but he's the most dangerous one. Because he's wielding an SMG in his right hand and is clearly overworked and wants to destress.

Never underestimate the lengths an office drone will go to in order to relax in his off hours. He proceeds to shove his gun right in my face and starts yelling at me. "Your kind isn't welcome here, gaijin!"

This jackass is either Japanese or some sort of weeb, because I recognize the Japanese term. Everything seems to freeze in time as I concentrate and take a bit of time to figure out my move here.

It doesn't take me long. I'm only dealing with normal gang members. And I'll ultimately do whatever the fuck I want. So first, beat up these chumps. Second, steal a bunch of money. After that, I guess I'll need to set up my secret lair. The Boat Graveyard is ripe with resources, and it can help jump start my cleaning up of Brockton Bay. Literally.

I don't want the sexy blonde bartender behind me to get shot, so the SMG has to go first. Then it's just a matter of swiftly knocking out these dumbasses. In a flash of orange light (no need to change the default from Mass Effect I feel) I am in my black Legion suit, Nth metal katana (I shall name it Mugen, endless possibilities and all that) magically stuck to the back of my suit over my right shoulder, and my Silver Horn Trident magic casting tool, which is basically a futuristic looking longslide pistol, magically stuck to my left thigh. The casual clothes I was wearing were all safely tucked away in my inventory.

I have no shielding equipped, but luckily I don't need one. Thanks to the Perk Shattered Limiter, my Daxamite physiology is comic book accurate. And I shouldn't have a weakness to lead either. Alright, shock and awe is the name of the game.

These bozos are barely able to let out a stuttered cry of "Cape!" before I proceed to bring down the hammer of Justice.

I grab the barrel of the SMG and crush it in a vice grip. Trenchcoat office drone has a look of dawning horror on his face as he realized how much he has fucked up. I punched him in the jaw with enough force to send him flying up and away to the wall at the other side of the bar. I make sure he flies high enough to miss any of the orgy participants, because I'm considerate like that. I check with my hearing for just a moment to confirm he's still breathing.

Even as my attention is slightly split, I am being attacked. The sex in the air must be doing something because the remaining thugs decided pummeling me with their crude weapons will probably work.

I could visibly see the moment they realized how stupid a decision that was, when I did not do anything to stop their attacks. I simply let their pipes and baseball bats shatter against my body.

I didn't have to have my Silver Horn Trident nor my Mugen in hand to cast a simple barrier spell to cover the whole room. I just programmed it to protect noncombatants.

I suppose I should get some practice in. In terms of using this new body and martial arts training I never had before that is. The five thugs were just about done staring at their broken weapons when I moved fast and hard. Chain punches of Wing Chun are all I need right now. I adjust my strength to just about what I think is the amount of force Donnie Yen's Ip Man supposedly used in his fight against ten karateka.

I don't bother counting how many punches I throw for each of them, just whatever feels right. When they're all on the ground with heavy bruising but totally out of it, I turn back to the hot bartender. I still can't get over how hot she looks in that uniform!

She even wears hipster glasses!

As much as I want to stay and try and get this hot blonde girl named Brandi to take me home, I can't. Setting up a secret lair and stuff is more important.

I pull her in by her vest and give her the best French kiss she's ever had in her life, then I hand her my only cash in the form of a hundred dollar bill. "For the mess."

She has a glassy eyed half-lidded look before she realizes I just gave her some money. "Wh-why did you kiss me, though?" She doesn't look creeped out thankfully, just a little bashful.

I drop what I think is the perfect one liner to end this "tutorial" and then I'm off. "Because, you wanted me to." And I smile at her warmly before I'm gone in a gust of wind that somehow breaks open all of her layers up top.

And I never stopped recording on my omni-tool since I got it started!

Brockton Bay, I AM HERE!


AN: Rewrite of Brockton Bay's Valor. Changed my username from GrimmPandaMan. Deleted the original version and two other stories (Loving Bonnie and John Wick Chronicles) because I hope to work in other fandoms somehow. Thanks for reading, please be kind in reviews.

Posted on: 12/03/2024