Chapter 1: "What A Life."

I don't own My Hero Academia, this work is just for entertainment purposes and is not to be taken seriously.

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-Main POV-

I woke up with a jolt.

Breathing heavily, I looked around at the room I had now found myself in.

It looked like a normal kid's room. Filled with poster's of superheroes, toys of superheroes, even the bedsheet was of some superhero that I couldn't recall the name of.

But still, I was confused as heck. Afterall it wasn't everyday that you woke up in a kid's bed when you went to sleep on your own.

-Just as I thought about this, I felt an enormous headache as years of memories were drilled into my brains.

And not in a gentle way...

After grunting and silently suffering the pain for... a few minutes? I slowly sat back up on my All Might themed bed while rubbing my sweaty forehead.

'All of this just got a lot complicated.' I sighed.

What was I talking about, you ask?

Well, it was a long story...

In short, I had died last night when my house was robbed in the middle of the night by a bunch of amateurs. When I had woke up from the noise they had created, I had loaded up my shotgun and had blown them all up to kingdom come...

And then one of them shot me in the back like a fucking coward!

I wasn't able to do anything before darkness claimed me.

But I was still filled with fury of a thousand lions.

'Do the criminals nowadays not have honour?!' I furiously thought.

We used to practically be the 'heroes' of our community.

We had rules, codes, and honour.

Nowadays? Any filthy shmuck would be willing to do anything for just a quick buck.

I shook my head in disgust.

If I had my way, Mafia would still be in power and these small time, petty and amateur crimes would never happen (and neither would those disgusting ones).

Unfortunately I was old, and tired of the crime life. So I had chosen a successor, taught him everything I knew and then I had ran off to Hawaii to live the rest of my life in peace and luxury.

And look where that got us. Mafia was done. Honourless criminals ran the streets now. I even died!

But... there wasn't anything, anyone could do now... and that's also where my story ended.

With me laying dead on the floor of my large and luxurious mansion.

Well, jokes on them. I was a crazy old man that had taken part in two World Wars and gotten out alive both times.

I was so crazy in fact, that using my connections with the military, I had managed to acquire tons of C-4 (before 9/11) and had it wired it to my heartbeat.

So that when I died, I would also be cremated along with all my belongings (and money).

I didn't want to be buried by a stranger afterall.

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But strangely, my story didn't finish as I had previously believed.

I had always thought that when I died I would end up in Hell.

Afterall, in my long life I had killed hundreds of people, taken money from many helpless people, and done many more fucked up things (including stealing candy from a kid one time just for giggles)...

But none of that mattered to me. The one sin that I had done that I regretted with my very being had happened a long, long time ago.

I remembered that day quite vividly in fact.

It was at the end stages of World War 1. We had just arrived in Germany and were traveling to a small town for some reason.

The taste of victory was in the air, and the soldier's morale was at an all time high. We had afterall won the Great War!

Not knowing that another, a much bigger War was coming soon...

Only a day's journey was left before we arrived and we had taken camp in a forest for the night.

In the middle of the night, when almost all of us were asleep, we had been attacked.

Our commander had quickly deduced it to be an enemy attack because of the firearms in the other party's hand.

By the time dawn came, all of them (and almost all of us) were dead...

Then the moment of truth came striking like a sledgehammer.

There I was in the middle of the silent battlefield. Standing in shock as I held the small body of a 11 or 12 year old child as he looked at me with his hollow, dead eyes that would come to haunt me for the rest of life...

Turns out the attackers weren't the enemy army, but the people from the small town we had been traveling to.

They had heard rumours about the acts of cruelty done by the soldiers (from both sides), and in fear for the lives of their families, they had raided the weapon storage of their town and armed themselves to 'deal' with us themselves.

That little boy was the only person I ever regretted and felt guilty for killing. I still did in fact, and I reckoned that I always would for the rest of my existence.

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Leaving the stories of my past aside, I had honestly thought if God was real I would end up in Hell...

But surprisingly, I had reincarnated (or is it transmigrated? They've made it too complicated nowadays).

Now, because of my age (120+) doing anything other than laying on the bed had been very tiring despite my godly Superman like built body (if I do say so myself). So naturally I had gotten myself some hobbies.

'Who would've thought that my hobby would be watching anime?' I chuckled as I thought of the reactions of my old gang members if they ever came to know about my hobby.

But it was coming in use now, as being an anime fan I naturally knew about the concept of Isekai.

I had never imagined myself in that position though, so it sure was a suprise.

But I had quickly gotten over it, after living a life as long and eventful as mine nothing managed to phase me much anymore.

I looked around at 'my' room as I considered my choices moving forward.

Me and the past owner of this body had merged. He was I, and I was He.

I could feel his loss, his heartbreak, his determination to still keep on chasing his dream, his unbridled admiration for his hero.

I looked into the mirror for the first time in this lifetime and I was greeted by a small child with a small childish face with big green eyes, a happy smile, and iconic curly green hair greeted me.

I didn't mention what world I had traveled to, did I?

Well, many of you must know about it.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya." I whispered then lightly chuckled.

I had reincarnated into My Hero Academia.

And as none other than the protagonist too.

"What a Life..."

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And Done!

I always wanted to do atleast one Gamer fic since forever. But the system is always too complicated and difficult to keep track of.

But the system featured in this fic would be a more basic and prototype version.

The protagonist in this, is as you figured, an old Mafia leader who was born in the year 1901 and he has taken part in bothe of the two World Wars. He is an absolute badass but also a softie at heart.

He is also my most different protagonist, as he isn't going be a hero. But neither is he going to be a villain. Or a anti-hero.

He is a businessman. Who only works for himself and his family (Dom Toretto style).

Let me know what you guys think.

Thank you for reading, I would greatly appreciate if you would leave a review. I love reading them.

See ya later!