Damn, I haven't written in while. I was reading some other fic that I got hooked on. But anyways here's a new chapter bruzzahs. I'll update the Mahito one soon.
-Start-
As the pod shook and blazed through the atmosphere like a meteor, my mind started racing.
'Alright, alright... think. Breathe. Process.'
'I'm alive. In space. In a pod. As a baby.'
'This is crazy. Like, actual anime-level bullshit right now.'
'Okay, first things first—which world is this? Please let it be a world I actually know. If I land in some generic-ass medieval fantasy land with no clue what's going on, I'm gonna lose my mind. But if this is, like, Naruto, or Bleach, or One Piece? I mean, it's alright I guess. Please don't be Warhammer 40K. I am not dealing with the warp fuckery and bullshit of the Chaos Gods there.'
'What if it's Marvel, Invincible, or DC? That'd be insane. What if… wait—what if it's High School DxD? That'd be wild, but also… kinda peak?'
'Okay. Focus.'
'I gotta figure out who's gonna find me. Who's gonna raise me? I hope they're chill. Not some psycho cult or underground lab trying to turn me into a weapon or whatever. Please let it be a kind couple who just wants a kid and has zero idea I'm about to grow up into a living nuke. That'd be ideal.'
Then I started hyping myself up.
'Alright, this is my second shot. I'm not gonna waste a single damn second.'
'Once I can walk, I'm hitting the books. All of them. Math, science, physics, engineering, philosophy—everything. I'm gonna become a walking encyclopedia and then some. If I've got a Kryptonian/Viltrumite body, I gotta take advantage of that shit.'
'I'm gonna be spitting formulas while other kids are still spitting formula. Where other kids were playing tag, I'll be hitting the bag.'
'I'll train every day. Push my body, sharpen my mind. I'm not just gonna be strong—I'm gonna be smart about it. Strategy, technique, discipline. I'll be built different in every way.'
'I'm gonna be the hero I always dreamed of becoming. No more waiting for the world to give me a purpose. I am the purpose.'
But just as I was deep in my self glaze fantasies...
BOOOOM—something huge roared past my pod, shaking it like a soda can in a paint mixer.
I blinked.
Wait… was that a—
MISSILE?!
Like, a full-on, nuclear, hellfire death rocket just zipped right by me, glowing hot and hissing like it was ready to turn the world into Fallout: Baby Edition.
I was just floating there like a baby-shaped dumpling in a microwave, watching it fly by with the biggest "what the actual fuck" face I've ever made.
And before I could even process what was happening—WHOOSH!
A blue-and-black blur tore through space like a goddamn comet, trailing streaks of raw speed and power behind it, and came to a dead stop right in front of the missile.
I blinked again, staring hard at the figure.
My heart skipped a beat.
My jaw? Gone. On the floor. Metaphorically.
Ain't no way.
Was I hallucinating? Was this the reincarnation hangover hitting me or something?
Because that dude—hovering in space, with that blue and black spandex, fists clenched, and black goggles on the mask covering the upper part of his face—was unmistakable.
"Holy shit! Is that Invin—
[INVINCIBLE]
I screamed in my mind, full volume, brain absolutely short-circuiting.
But just as the wave of awe was hitting me like a tsunami—
—I saw him pull his fist back.
No. No no no no.
My awe turned to sheer horror.
I knew what was about to happen. I've seen the show. I just watched this scene several hours ago just before my death when I binged season 3.
That man was about to haymaker a nuke in space.
And I, baby me, was just a few hundred meters away from the upcoming "holy shit" explosion of all time in my relatively short life.
Bro please no. I just got here.
Don't nuke the baby.
DON'T NUKE THE BABY
BOOOOOM!
The nuke exploded.
The shockwave expanded outward like a cosmic slap from God himself, and it was coming right at me.
My baby eyes went wide as saucers. This is it, I thought. I just got here and I'm already about to be turned into space soup.
But thank every deity in existence, this pod? This pod was built different.
The impact hit, the pod rattled like it was about to fly apart, but somehow it held. The walls around me glowed and pulsed, absorbing the blast with some kind of sci-fi shock dampening tech I will personally thank a thousand times later. I didn't get turned into baby paste. That was the good news.
The bad news?
The blast yeeted me.
Like, full-on hurling through down to Earth at speeds that made my stomach do backflips. Systems were sparking, lights flickering. Alarms were blaring in some alien language I didn't even know but somehow understood in my soul to mean "Yeah, you're screwed."
And just when I thought we were gonna go splat into the ground or something—BZZZT!
The pod sparked violently, and then—WHOOSH—space around me twisted and warped like someone hit the reality blender. A wormhole opened out of nowhere and the pod went right through it.
Next thing I knew, we shot into this place that looked like someone smashed a rainbow into a black hole and then exploded it in 4K ultra-HD. The surroundings were swirling, rippling colors—purples, blues, reds, greens—everything shifting and morphing constantly like I was trapped inside a kaleidoscope on acid.
And the worst part? It hurt.
Not physically. Like, my skin wasn't burning or anything. But this space… this dimension… it pressed on you. Like existence itself didn't want you here. The pod started to crumble, piece by piece. The walls groaned. Panels peeled away. Sparks flew.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
I started panicking.
No. No way. This ain't it. I didn't just get reincarnated to die in some unknown dimension!
My journey's barely even started!
I didn't even get my training montage yet!
And then… I saw it.
Something massive in the distance. Something alive.
A colossal red dragon, effortlessly flying through this madness like it was on a Sunday stroll. Wings spread wide, scales glistening like molten rubies, eyes glowing with unfathomable power.
And the crazy part?
It was vibing.
Dude was doing barrel rolls. Spins. Loops. Twists. Flexing like this infinite chaotic space was his playground.
And me? I'm tumbling toward oblivion in a glorified baby stroller while this cosmic lizard's out here doing tricks like a goddamn Red Bull stunt pilot.
It only took one glance at me and snorted before it fucked off. Just kept on flying, tail whipping behind it like it owned the place.
And in that moment, everything paused. I forgot the panic. I forgot the crumbling pod. I just stared, mesmerized.
Because that dragon…
That dragon was fucking Great Red.
The pod started sparking again.
Not a good spark. Not the cool sci-fi "energy overload" kinda spark. Nah, this was the oh-shit-we're-about-to-die-again kinda spark.
The warp system? Going straight up haywire. It was throwing a cosmic tantrum, lights flashing red like a rave on crack.
I just sighed and muttered the only appropriate words for this absolute clownery of a situation.
"Ah shit, here we go again."
Boom. Another warp.
Space twisted. Reality screamed. And then—FLASH!—everything turned into pure, blinding light. I squinted, winced, flinched… until I realized—
Wait… is that the freaking sun?
Yup. Front row seat to a goddamn solar concert.
The pod started sizzling. Not gently either. Like, frying pan-on-max heat. The metal began to melt, warping and bubbling. The front peeled open like a banana in hell, and I could feel the heat rush in.
'OOOOHHHH SHIIII—' In my mind I started to scream, expecting to turn into baby bacon right then and there.
But then…
'—oh. It's not that bad actually.'
Like, what the hell?
Instead of being roasted alive, I felt—amazing. Like I just took the greatest shower, chugged three Red Bulls, hit a full body massage, and reached inner peace all at once.
The sunlight didn't burn. It blessed.
Warm. Inviting. Power thrumming through every inch of me.
I could feel something deep inside me click.
Like two engines firing up at once. Something Kryptonian. Something Viltrumite. Into something... other.
And instead of clashing? They clicked. Synced. Harmonized like they were meant to be together.
The power rolled through me like a tidal wave. My muscles, my bones, my cells—they all drank it in like they'd been starving their whole existence.
I straight-up giggled. Giggled. Like a damn baby on a sugar high.
This wasn't just energy—it was awakening. Like the universe whispering, "Yo. You're built different now."
But of course, I couldn't even enjoy my literal moment of enlightenment in peace because—
BZZZZZT! SPARK! FZZZZT!
Yup. The pod started crapping itself again.
'Shit! Again?! No no no no NO!' I panicked, slapping buttons I didn't even understand.
But it was a lost cause. The warp system had gone full Frankenstein, twitching and sparking like it was coughing up its last breath.
And then, just when I thought I might have a second to catch my breath… FLASH.
One last warp.
One last chaotic leap through space.
And the pod spat out of a wormhole one final time—
Right above the sky of some barren, dead-ass wasteland. Not a star in sight.
Sand. Dust. Cracked earth stretching for miles.
And me? Falling fast. Again.
'...Man, this reincarnation thing is kinda trash.'
My pod smashed into the ground like a goddamn meteor, blowing up into a fiery ball of twisted metal and smoke. Pieces of the hull flew everywhere, crashing into the scorched dirt around me. It was straight-up a whole Michael Bay scene out here.
Lucky for lil ol' me though, that short sunbath earlier must've jumpstarted something serious inside me—because my Viltrumite and Kryptonian sides didn't just wake up, they synced together perfectly. Instead of being turned into a crispy chicken nugget in the wreckage, I was just... chillin'.
The heat from the blast and the red-hot metal under me? Barely felt warm. Like laying on sun-baked concrete in the middle of summer. Uncomfortable? Yeah. Deadly? Nah.
So there I was, lying in a pile of molten slag like some invincible super baby, half-laughing, half-panicking inside my own head.
And then reality hit me.
'Bro... where the hell even am I?'
All around me was nothing but wasteland—cracked earth, dead trees, and miles of empty horizon. Not a soul in sight. Not a single goddamn building.
I frowned.
'Seriously?' I thought. 'All the places in the world and my busted-ass pod had to warp me into Mad Max's backyard?'
I let out a tiny frustrated grunt.
'How the hell am I supposed to find some parents to raise me now?'
Couldn't even blame anyone but the damn pod. One last jump and it couldn't have dropped me off near a city or some suburban neighborhood with nice houses and two parents arguing about taxes or some shit? Nooo, I gotta start life respawning into a nuclear wasteland.
This... this is some bullshit.
***
Not too far from where the Viltrumite-Kryptonian baby crash-landed, a patch of the cracked, barren earth began to tremble. At first, it was subtle—a faint vibration running through the ground—but then the dry soil twisted unnaturally, warping like rippling water before melting away completely.
Hidden beneath was a massive set of metallic doors, weathered yet solid, marked with strange glyphs and sigils that pulsed faintly in the dim light. With a low hiss and a heavy groan, the doors slowly slid open, revealing a large mechanical platform rising from the depths below.
Atop the platform stood figures clad head-to-toe in dark, sleek armor, their faces obscured by black hooded cloaks that hung heavily around them. As the platform reached the surface, a sudden snap echoed out—bat-like wings sprouted from their backs with practiced ease, stretching wide and casting eerie shadows across the cracked land.
Without a word, the armored figures took to the sky, wings flapping powerfully as they scattered outward, sweeping across the wasteland with sharp, methodical movements. Their formation was tight, clearly drilled from endless practice. They scanned the ground below, their glowing eyes sweeping every inch for signs of disturbance.
It didn't take them long.
One of them spotted the smoldering wreckage from the crash site—twisted metal and scorched earth surrounding a strangely calm center.
The flyers quickly regrouped and approached cautiously. Weapons were drawn, spells ready to be cast at the slightest threat. But as they closed in and saw the source of the crash, their tension shifted.
Lying there, right at the center of the molten wreckage, was a baby. Perfectly unharmed. Seemingly unbothered by the searing heat, cooing softly in the middle of what should've been a deathbed.
The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.
One of them finally broke the silence, tapping a communicator rune on their gauntlet.
"Uhh... Sir? You might wanna come take a look at this."
Within moments, more figures emerged from the platform—this time dressed differently. Lab coats with intricate patterns and sigils woven into the fabric, held in their hands are advanced technological instruments combined with magic. Scientists, their eyes alight with cold, analytical interest.
They gathered around the crash site, whispering among themselves, some already sketching notes or muttering spells under their breath. Basic detection and identification magics were cast over the baby—runes and circles appearing in the air, scanning the small form.
But the results came back inconclusive. No known race, no familiar energy signature, no classification under any magic, alchemy, or science they possessed
.
The unknown thrilled them
.
Curiosity quickly overtook caution. Whispers grew darker. Some scientists spoke openly of vivisection, of opening the child up to learn its secrets. No moral hesitation crossed their minds—only the raw hunger for knowledge, for discovery.
This wasn't a rescue. This wasn't salvation.
To them, this baby was an enigma... a specimen... a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
And they were going to find out whatever secrets this baby held, no matter what it takes.
***
The moment I saw those cloaked figures flying around with those huge bat-like wings, my heart damn near skipped a beat. 'Ayooo... I thought to myself, where the hell did I end up?'
But when I spotted the others—the ones in robes and lab coats, eyes gleaming with cold calculation—a deep, suffocating unease gripped my chest. Fear started to creep in, slow at first, then all at once.
Scientists.
There was no mistaking it—their gear, their tools, the way they moved with predatory curiosity. The second I overheard their twisted conversations, my blood ran cold.
They weren't just curious... they were eager.
Talking casually about "experiments." About "dissection." About opening me up.
'Oh hell nahhh, I screamed internally, pure terror exploding in my tiny chest. This universe's ahh is tweaking! My second life hasn't even started yet and these mad scientists are already plotting to play Operation on my organs!'
I watched in horror as a few of them stepped closer, their faces twisted in sick excitement.
Each step they took made my panic spike higher, my tiny body trembling uncontrollably.
'Stop!' I tried to yell, but only frantic, desperate baby babble spilled out of my mouth.
'STOP!' I screamed in my head again, desperate, helpless—completely powerless.
One of the scientists, a middle-aged man with a gaunt face and dead, shining eyes, chuckled as he knelt down.
"Hmmm, the little thing's panicking?" he sneered, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Heh... Don't worry, little guy. It's better this way. I promise we won't hurt you... too much."
He reached out with gloved hands, fingers twitching with barely restrained excitement.
Something inside me snapped.
It was like a dam breaking all at once.
First came the fear, swelling and crushing me.
Then despair, heavy like iron chains pulling me down. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me.
And then—something else.
An emotion that stood out among all of them.
An emotion that engulfed every fiber of my being as I refused the fate that was handed to me.
It buried every other emotion an instant, burning hotter than the sun, roaring louder than any scream.
That emotion, was rage.
My tiny body shook violently, and a deep, primal force welled up inside me, begging—no, demanding—to be unleashed.
And I did.
A low hum built up behind my tightly shut eyelids, vibrating the very air around me.
And when my eyes finally flew open—
Destruction was unleashed.
Twin beams of blinding, blood-red energy exploded from my eyes, thick and wild like a hurricane let loose.
The closest scientist didn't even have time to scream. In less than a blink, he was erased—no blood, no ashes, nothing left but scorched earth where he had stood.
Panic erupted.
Soldiers and scientists screamed, stumbling backward, wings flaring wide as they tried to flee.
But I was thrashing now, crying and wailing in raw, uncontrolled fury.
The death beams followed my erratic gaze, slicing through the air, disintegrating anything unlucky enough to fall into their path. Entire sections of the guard force were wiped out instantly, caught completely off-guard.
The surviving soldiers scrambled to erect magic barriers around me, runes flashing desperately in the air.
For a moment, the crimson beams slammed against the shields—pulsing, straining.
And then, with a deafening crack, the barriers shattered like glass, and the lasers burned through them and the ones holding them up.
"Protect the researchers!" someone bellowed through the chaos.
"Evacuate the scientists! Fall back, fall back!"
The ground was a warzone.
Smoke and scorched earth filled the air, the scent of burning metal and flesh thick and choking.
The entire camp descended into madness as they tried to escape the wrath of a newborn god who had no control over his own fury.
And in the center of it all, I thrashed and wailed, red beams of annihilation erupting wildly from my eyes...
Unstoppable. Unforgiving.
And absolutely terrified.
***
I feel bad for the guy, his isekai start didn't happen like how he usually knows how it goes in most other stories. And it's only gonna get worse! ✋😂🤚