The last thing Leon remembered was the subway—the jolt, the screams, the cold metal pole slipping from his grip. He'd been on his way home, mind numb from another soul-crushing shift at the warehouse. Then chaos: the train derailed, passengers flung like ragdolls, and that final, bone-rattling crash as steel met concrete. He'd tried to help a woman with her baby, but the wall came too fast. Darkness swallowed him, and he thought that was it.
Until it wasn't.
A gruff, irritated voice boomed through the void—like a manager caught screwing up payroll. "Whoops. My bad, kid. Wasn't your time yet." Before Leon could process the words, a blinding light flared. "Here's a little something to make up for it. Good luck," the voice muttered. Then came a cosmic hand slapping his soul and he begin falling, spinning, before crashing into something solid.
Leon awoke to an overwhelming stench of salt and rot—like a fish market left to bake in the sun. His head throbbed, his mouth tasted of dirt, and his body felt… wrong. Small. Weak. As his vision cleared, he noticed a cracked wooden ceiling overhead. He was in a shack. Where the hell was he?
Sitting up with a wince, Leon saw his reflection in a chipped mirror by the door: a thin, patchy figure with tiny hands, bony knees, and a face that screamed "punch me." Memories cascaded into his mind—not his own, but someone else's: a seaside village, a dying mother, and a kid known for lying about pirates to feel alive.
Syrup Village.
Usopp.
"I'm Usopp?" he rasped, voice high and cracked. "You've got to be kidding me."
But Leon was determined. He staggered to his feet, nearly tripping over a rickety stool. With a frustrated kick, the stool slamed against the wall. He wasn't going to be weak or live as Usopp had. Starting now, he would forge his own destiny.
A faint blue glow flickered in his vision—a heads-up display materializing in midair. Text appeared, cold and silent:
Multiversal Mechanic System: Initialized
User: Unregistered
Unsure but resolute, Leon spoke aloud, "Leon Usopp Montblanc."
The system responded:
Name Registered
Now Showing Status
Status:
Name: Leon Usopp Montblanc
Level: 1 (EXP: 0/50)
Age: 10
Race: Human
Stats:
Strength: 0/100 (E)
Sense: 0/100 (E)
Endurance: 0/100 (E)
Charisma: 0/100 (E)
Intelligence: 0/100 (E)
Agility: 0/100 (E)
Luck: 0/100 (E)
Points: 0
Abilities: None
Absorption: None
Quest Log:
Daily Objective:
Foundation of Strength
Do 20 push-ups, 20 sit-ups, 20 squats, 2 km run.
Reward: 20 stat points
Inventory:
Tech Tokens 20x
Zero stats. Zero points. Twenty tokens. Leon scowled. "I'm weak as hell, but at least I've got something." His eyes darted to the "Gacha Shop" tab, which expanded to reveal the following options:
Common Roll: 1 Token
Uncommon Roll: 2 Tokens
Rare Roll: 3 Tokens
Epic Roll: 4 Tokens
Legendary Roll: 5 Tokens
Without hesitation, Leon spent his tokens: 4 Epic Rolls (16 tokens) and 4 Common Rolls (4 tokens), emptying his stash. The system's screen flashed, and the results scrolled by:
Epic Rolls:
• "Character Card: Batman"
• "Plasma Pistol"
• "Black Steel 20×"
• "Arc-Reactor"
Common Rolls:
• "12 Iron Screws"
• "Pliers"
• "Flintlock Grip"
• "Water Bottle"
Leon navigated to his inventory and selected the Batman card. It materialized in his hand—sleek, black, with an unmistakable bat silhouette. Two options then appeared in the system:
Summon: Manifests the entity in physical form. The summoned being is immortal and loyal unless its power exceeds Leon's.
Absorb: Integrates the entity's positive traits into Leon. This is a gradual process, enhanced by actions aligned with the entity's nature.
Leon's lip curled. Summoning an immortal Batman would be overkill—too vast a power gap. Absorbing him, however, meant taking on everything Batman embodied: strength, intellect, resolve. Without hesitation, Leon slammed the card against his chest. The system updated:
Absorption: Batman (0%)
At that moment, the Multiversal Mechanic System chimed again with a new notification.
Unlocking Core Advantages
Multiversal Mechanic System: Core Advantage Unlocked
Basic Engineering Knowledge: Structural analysis, material properties, simple circuitry.
Blueprint Generation: Visualize assembly for system-provided items.
Leon's eyes widened. Suddenly, the inner workings of the items in his inventory made sense. He pulled the "Plasma Pistol" from his stash and examined each component: the barrel, trigger, lens, and wiring. His mind raced with blueprints—how each piece fit together, their properties, and how to reassemble them.
Next, he held the Arc Reactor in his palm—a palm-sized orb with a steady hum of infinite power. Its silver-blue casing and flawless construction whispered secrets of clean, unending energy. The Black Steel clattered onto the floor—20 pieces of polished metal, sharp enough to cut through armor. Scattered among these were the 12 Iron Screws, a pair of weathered Pliers, a Flintlock Grip with salvageable parts, and even a Water Bottle filled with clean liquid.
Leon's mind churned. He despised this frail body, glancing at the daily quest, Leon read:
"Foundation of Strength" – Do 20 push-ups, 20 sit-ups, 20 squats, 2 km run.
Zero Strength meant he'd struggle, but he didn't care. Dropping to the floor, arms trembling, Leon began his routine. Every push-up, every squat was a defiant act against the weak body and persona he was reborn into. Today marked the start of a journey—not just to rebuild his body, but to transcend the limitations of his former self and embrace his true potential.