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MHA: Temporal Infinox

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Time is a hypocrite. Righteously, it erases everyone—eventually. But what happens when that power belongs to a person? Shigure wasn’t supposed to remember another life. He definitely wasn’t supposed to know how the story ends. But he does. And the more he bends time, the less he fits inside it. When you live alone in a time-dilated world, the list of things you care about gets shorter. Fast. What’s real? What’s recent? What’s worth remembering? Eventually, you stop asking. You just become someone else. These days, Shigure smiles. Pretends. Fakes concern. Some people believe it. Some don’t. The ones who don’t… usually worry. This isn’t a story about going mad with power. It’s about what happens when madness comes quietly—and no one notices you’re already gone. *** What to Expect: Reincarnated MC with meta knowledge of canon Time manipulation powers—OP, but with consequences A protagonist who's already snapped, pretending to be normal. Overpowered with weak-to-strong progression Focus on canon characters and dynamics, not OC filler Expanded worldbuilding: international heroes, quirk tiers and awakenings, and the advanced tech side of the hero world. *** Update Schedule- 5ch/week (not including bonus chapters, which depend on the support. ) Discord- https://discord.gg/ qNH4C2GkXT (Without Space)
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