"Where… am I?"
I tried to open my eyes.
Nothing.
My body wouldn't respond.
Everything around me felt… wrong. Tight. Warm. Slick. Like I was being squeezed from every direction at once. The walls around me shifted and pulsed, pressing in, forcing me forward whether I wanted to move or not.
It was suffocating.
The last thing I remembered was watching One Piece Film: Gold. The final fight replayed clearly in my mind—Monkey D. Luffy breaking through everything and defeating Gild Tesoro, freeing all those people.
That fight was insane…
Honestly, Tesoro might've actually won if he could turn his own body into gold.
I was just about to keep overanalyzing it—like always—
—and then everything went black.
Now I was here.
The pressure around me suddenly increased.
The walls tightened.
Then pushed.
Hard.
"Wait… am I moving?"
Another push.
And another.
Something was forcing me forward.
Then—
Light.
Blinding, pure white light tore through the darkness. My eyes cracked open on instinct, vision blurry and unfocused. Colors bled together at first, then slowly sharpened into shapes as I was dragged toward the brightness.
"Am I… waking up?"
But something felt off.
This wasn't my room.
Panic started creeping in.
Huge hands grabbed my head, guiding me forward. The pressure around me surged one final time—
—and suddenly—
I was free.
Cold air hit my skin all at once.
Voices echoed around me, overlapping and sharp.
My vision cleared just enough to make out figures towering above me—people dressed in white.
Nurses.
"…No way."
The realization hit instantly.
"Oh—oh no. Don't tell me…"
I tried to look down at myself—or at least move.
Small.
Way too small.
"…I'm a baby."
[Nurses' POV]
"Alright, Cybele—one more push. Your son is almost here," the head nurse said, calm but firm.
Cybele cried out, gripping the nearest hand with surprising strength.
"Fuck!" the man winced.
The head nurse shot him a sharp look. "No cursing, Karl."
"…Yes, ma'am."
"Focus! The head's out—keep going!"
With one final push—
The child was born.
Silence.
For a brief moment, the entire room froze.
"…His eyes," one nurse whispered.
They glowed.
Not faintly. Not like a trick of the light.
But vividly.
Molten gold, shining unnaturally even under the harsh hospital lights.
"And his body…" another nurse murmured.
"…He's built."
The room grew colder.
"That's not normal for a newborn."
[Cybele's POV]
The pain faded, replaced by something else.
Relief.
And excitement.
"My son…"
They placed him gently into her arms.
She looked down—and paused.
He wasn't crying.
He wasn't wailing or flailing like the others she'd seen before.
He was just… staring at her.
Those glowing golden eyes locked onto hers—calm, focused.
Aware.
It sent a faint chill down her spine.
Then, slowly, her expression softened into a smile.
"Oh… you're going to be a heartbreaker, aren't you?"
Her thumb brushed gently across his cheek.
"My little Midas."
Reluctantly, she handed him back.
"Be gentle with him," she said, her tone firm despite her exhaustion.
The head nurse nodded. "Of course. Just routine checks—weight, vitals… and mutation screening."
[Midas' POV]
The moment she handed me over, I instinctively reached out and grabbed the nurse's finger.
CRACK.
A sharp scream cut through the room.
The nurse recoiled, nearly dropping me before another caught me mid-air.
"…Wait."
My thoughts froze.
Did I just—
Break her finger?
I stared at my tiny hand.
I didn't even try.
The injured nurse clutched her hand, trembling in pain.
And me?
I didn't cry.
Didn't panic.
If anything…
…I felt bad.
The male nurse holding me looked shaken as he quickly carried me into another room.
Minutes passed.
Tests.
Scans.
Measurements.
And with each result, the tension in the room only grew worse.
"…This isn't normal."
"His muscle density is over four times that of an average adult male."
"And his bones—same density as his muscle tissue."
"His heart and lungs… these readings don't make sense for a newborn."
"And his brain activity…"
They stepped back, lowering their voices—but not enough.
"This child… he's a monster."
"And this is without a quirk."
"…Can you imagine what his quirk will be?"
A quirk.
My thoughts stopped cold.
They were speaking English.
Normal, clear English.
But that one word stood out more than anything else.
Quirk.
There was only one world where that mattered.
My Hero Academia.
A slow grin spread across my face.
You've got to be kidding me…
Reincarnated.
Overpowered body.
And now—
This world?
Yeah…
This might actually be fun.
To be continued…