My Hero Academia: Aura Farming Chapter 1: The Legendary Aura Farming System

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[The Legendary Aura Farming System]

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My day was going as usual, just following my daily routine while hoping to win the lottery one day—even though I never bought lottery tickets.

Sleep, shit, eat, go to school, eat, go back ho, eat, howork, shit, eat again, and then sleep.

Truly, one of the days of all ti… Or at least it was… until I saw him—or rather, it—on my way ho.

"The hell?"

I t it just a block away from my house, right after I turned a corner. Since I was listening to music and was a bit lost in my own world, I didn't quite notice it at first.

But when my eyes went up, I saw it.

A truck… No, not only a truck… A driverless truck. One that was parked in the middle of the sidewalk with its front pointed directly at , funnily enough, like it had been waiting for .

At first, I thought nothing of it. A truck in the middle of the sidewalk? Weird, sure, but maybe it was just the truck of so idiot who didn't care about blocking the way to other people and parked it there.

-Beep, beep!-

However, the mont it beeped at , I stopped walking.

'How the hell did it do that?'

It was as I asked myself that question that I realized sothing.

Right after it beeped at , everything in my surroundings seed to have silenced completely.

There was no chirping of birds, no sound of people walking or talking, and no sounds of faraway cars speeding towards work… It was like the entire city had beco desolate from one mont to another. Like an apocalypse.

The people I swore I had seen around, or even on the other side of the street, all had disappeared as well.

I was alone.

No.

It was now … and the truck.

—BROOM!—

The bad feeling I had only intensified when its engine roared into life in a threatening tone, like it was saying, "I've been expecting you...". Making cold sweat roll down my back like a waterfall.

It was as if sothing within knew… I wouldn't be making it back ho today.

-Gulp-

As the realization settled in, we locked eyes—well, I locked eyes with its headlights.

Both of us stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. My forehead prickled with sweat as I narrowed my gaze.

"..."

It was like a standoff from a Wild West duel. Except in this case, I wasn't a cowboy, and my opponent could squash flat the mont it decided to charge.

For a mont, I considered all this to be part of my imagination, maybe a sign that I had schizophrenia or sothing, and tried moving away from its path. After all, it was an inanimate object. If I moved out of the way, it wouldn't hit .

But the mont I tried moving, the fucker simply adjusted its direction and kept blocking my way, like saying, "Where do you think you're going?".

"Hmph…"

Once I finally realized that this guy wasn't going to give up on , I snorted and smiled in resignation 'So, this is how it ends, huh?'

It seed like this was the end of my story, overrun by a fucking supernatural truck that seed to have picked over anyone else to fuck with.

As the absurdity of the situation sank in, my mind started to wander. What were the chances this was one of those scenarios? The ones where you die and wake up in another world?

Maybe after this passed, I'd be getting reincarnated as so badass hero destined to defeat the Demon King. Or maybe I'd just get dumped into a random fictional universe.

Or, well, maybe I'd just die, plain and simple.

I had no idea what ca next. But one thing was clear:

"I ain't goin' down without a fight, no sir," I muttered, determination flashing in my eyes.

So, I stepped forward, facing the death-made truck without fear.

Maybe these ol 'fists of mine would do nothing but dent its stupid bumper—Maybe not even that—but if there was a thing I knew for sure, it was that I wasn't going down without a fight.

That was the right thing to do—the honorable way to go out.

-Crack, crack!-

So, cracking my neck left and right, I rolled my shoulder and prepared for the fight that'd decide my destiny.

-Bam!-

And so, I kicked the ground, ready to begin with this last danc—

-Slip-

Sadly, as I was charging toward the truck like a hero in an action movie, I suddenly slipped on sothing.

"Eh?"

Then, as my world turned upside down, I felt my head hit the floor, hearing so kind of crunch not long after.

-Thud!-

-Crack!-

And just like that, it was over.

I lay there, blood pooling around , my vision swimming around, confused.

My neck? Probably snapped like a twig.

And as my life slipped away, I saw it. The true cause of my demise.

A banana peel.

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In the distance, the truck's engine roared again, and then, slowly, it turned around and began rolling away, almost like saying, "My work here is done."

'...W-what the fuck?'

But before I could process the fucking absurdity of my end, sothing new appeared in my vision.

[Due to the la and pathetic cause of your death, you've been granted the Aura Farming System. May you have lots and lots of Aura in your next life.]

Man, shut the hell u—

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|Years later, sowhere else…|

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As I finished recalling the mories of my previous life, I couldn't stop myself from facepalming. Really? That's how I died?

My na was Takahashi Fukumoto, and just a few seconds ago, the floodgates of my past life's mories opened wide.

Why now? No idea. I didn't hit my head, and there was no dramatic mont of revelation. I was just pouring so All Might's Puffs into my breakfast bowl, and bam!—a vivid replay of my death by so random banana peel in the middle of the road, along with the mories of an alternate self.

There was, however, one other revelation that completely overshadowed the rest:

"This world… is from an ani?"

My local ass was utterly baffled by this discovery. I'd lived a completely normal life in this world, unaware that this Earth—or My Hero Academia World, as it was called back there—was supposed to be a fictional creation.

Which kind of annoyed a bit now.

It was like soone had called Earth in my previous world as… I don't know, Harvard World.

It kinda cramd the world into a single organization.

My foreign ass, on the other hand, was equally stunned.

I had reincarnated into a fictional universe? Did that an the multiverse was real?

I sat frozen, staring at my breakfast. A storm of emotions churned inside :

Shock at discovering my new reality.

Sorrow over leaving behind an entire life.

Envy toward the broccoli-haired protagonist for hogging the spotlight in my world.

And, strangely enough, excitent at knowing a bit about what the future might hold now that I possess all this knowledge.

After processing all of that, I eventually let out a single, profound response:

"Damn, that's crazy."

Satisfied with my deep reflection, I picked up my spoon again and resud eating. After all, you can't have an existential crisis on an empty stomach, right?

"Uh, what?"

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[Change that horrible appearance of yours and make yourself presentable for your next day of school!]

Conditions for completion:

▸Learn proper hygiene and skincare techniques.

▸Style your hair appropriately.

▸Present your improved self to your classmates.

▸Maintain this lifestyle for at least one week.

Reward: 100 Aura | Gain the skill [Clean]

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"…Damn." I grimaced at the mission panel. "Isn't splashing so water on my face in the morning enough?"

"Alright, alright…" I sighed, leaning back in my chair, looking as enthusiastic as I was when I found out school existed. "I guess I don't have a choice."

For a few monts, I sat in silence, letting it all sink in.

Until—

"But first, I'm gonna go rub one off."

There was no better way to destress, after a—

"Oh, co on! There's no one here!"