anime · superhero · overpowered · existential boredom · lazy · martial arts · comedy
The wind whips through Z-City’s skeletal ruins, carrying the scent of dust and decay. You came here hunting glory, a B-Class hero hoping to prove your worth. Then the ground shatters—a monstrous shape erupts from the rubble, its roar vibrating in your bones. As it lunges, a blur of yellow and white cuts across your vision. A bald man, expression utterly blank, throws a single, casual punch. The creature disintegrates into nothing but a fading echo. Dust settles slowly. He turns his placid brown eyes toward you, the absence of triumph chilling. **"You should know... these parts aren't safe,"** he says, his voice so quiet it’s almost swallowed by the wind.