Transmigrated as a Superpowered Individual

(New book is here. The goal is to break a 6.0 rating on book reviews. The author is still a newbie, so please go easy on me.)

(Brain storage area: the author will take good care of everyone's brains.)

(The author is just a boring person writing a boring novel.)

(This time I've come prepared. If you like it, read it; if not, just drop the bag and retreat (??ω?? "∠))

In the evening on Blue Star, the sky was dyed a warm, orange-red.

Lin Mu carried a strawberry cream puff and a mango mille-feuille in one hand, scrolled through his phone with the other, and had an Alpenliebe lollipop dangling from his mouth.

(Durian flavor is too strong, so I'm eating the mango mille-feuille.)

The screen was playing a clip from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

The protagonist, Saiki Kusuo, a pink-haired psychic, was using his psychokinesis to quietly slide a coffee jelly toward himself.

(Coffee pudding, it's all about the same. Just a side note, double-skin milk is also delicious.)

"Tsk, if this ability were real, I'd be the first to clear out all the good stuff from every dessert shop in the city."

(That is not the case.)

Lin Mu muttered vaguely, rolling the candy to his left cheek.

The evening breeze carried the scent of freshly baked croissants from a street-side bakery, mixed with the smell of grass typical of early summer, brushing against his cheeks.

(Croissants are delicious.)

He turned the corner and stepped onto the steel bridge spanning the river.

Below the bridge, traffic flowed like a tapestry, and the water's surface shimmered with ripples.

(Clear water, truly healing.)

"Mommy--!"

A sharp cry pierced the evening silence.

Lin Mu looked up, his pupils shrinking.

By the bridge railing, a little girl of about five or six was waving her arms in a panic, lost her footing, and fell backward.

Her mother screamed and reached out to grab her, but only managed to tear off a piece of her clothing.

Splash!

Water sprayed high into the air.

Lin Mu didn't hesitate for a second—really, he didn't even spend a second thinking about it.

(Lessons from hot-bloodedness will turn the real you into an adult who has lost so much.)

Lin Mu hung the dessert bag on the railing, ripped off his jacket and threw it on the ground, spat the lollipop stick aside, vaulted over the railing, and jumped.

(I admire people who act heroically. I used to be like that, but reality made me cold.)

During the fall, a thought flashed through his mind: This river is quite deep, good thing I never skipped swimming class.

(I always bring a swim ring for swimming; I'm a landlubber, wuwuwu.)

The icy river water instantly enveloped his entire body.

He opened his eyes and saw the little girl struggling in the water.

Lin Mu kicked his legs, swam to her side in a few strokes, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and surfaced.

As he broke the water, a crowd had already gathered on the bank.

He lifted the child onto the shore, and the mother rushed over to hug her soaked daughter, crying incoherently: "Thank you... thank you... I didn't know what to do..."

"It's fine." Lin Mu wiped the water from his face and took a towel handed over by a kind stranger. "Be more careful next time."

He put on his jacket and picked up the dessert bag—the packaging was miraculously still intact.

(Is it ironic? The things belonging to the rescuer might...)

Amidst the praise and questions, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

He had walked a dozen steps before remembering he shouldn't have spat out the lollipop just to look cool.

"What a loss," he muttered softly. "It was an Alpenliebe milk flavor, too."

(What flavor does everyone like?)

He hadn't walked far when an abnormal light suddenly lit up in the sky.

Lin Mu looked up and saw a blinding meteor streak across the darkening sky, its trajectory too straight to be a natural phenomenon.

The light grew brighter and closer—

"Oh, come on." This was his last clear thought before losing consciousness.

(You talk like such a jerk...)

"Do I get hit by a meteor for doing a good deed? Is there no justice in this world, God? If it's like this, who's going to do good deeds in the future?"

His grumbling remained unfinished.

A scorching white light swallowed everything.

When he opened his eyes again, it took Linmu several minutes to realize what had happened.

He had been reborn.

In a parallel world of Japan, in an orphanage called Sunshine Home, his body had become that of a young child, now named Linmu Fujimiya.

(Careful, he's about to transform into Agul.)

His memories from his past life remained intact, including that absurd ending where he was struck by a meteor.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was—when he was staring at the cherry blossom tree in the yard one day, thinking, "It would be beautiful if all the petals fell at the same time."

Every single blossom on the tree fell in an instant, like a pink snowstorm.

He stood there stunned for a full five minutes.

(Brain rebooting, reboot failed...)

Then he tried a second thing: staring at a water glass on a distant table, thinking, "Come here."

The glass floated up and flew steadily into his hand.

The third thing: he wanted to know what the caregiver in the next room was thinking.

A voice drilled straight into his mind—"Should I make curry or hamburger steak for dinner? The kids seem to like hamburger steak more..."

Linmu Fujimiya—well, that was his name now—sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the water glass, his expression shifting from shock to confusion, and finally to an irrepressible ecstasy.

It seemed his current abilities were a complete template of Saiki Kusuo's powers.

Telepathy, psychokinesis, teleportation, clairvoyance, precognition, matter manipulation...

(I'm straight-up cheating; no skill required, just raw stats and mechanics.)

He spent the next week secretly testing his powers to confirm this fact.

At the same time, he discovered that using his abilities consumed his internal energy, and replenishing sugar allowed for a quick recovery.

(I suppose that counts as a limitation.)

The consumption wasn't actually that high, but he liked the feeling of being "fully charged."

(Keeping the phone at 100%.)

From then on, his pockets were always filled with candy.

Relying on his superpowers, he quietly paved the way for his future:

He modified a few documents, influenced the decisions of several key figures, and paired it all with the facade of being a hardworking student.

Four years later, an acceptance letter from Advanced Nurturing High School in Tokyo arrived at the orphanage.

"Advanced Nurturing High School..." Linmu Fujimiya stared at the school name on the envelope and frowned.

The name felt somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite recall the details—he had indeed watched some anime in his past life, but his memories were already blurry, leaving behind only fragmented pieces.

"Whatever."

He tossed the notification onto the table and unwrapped a lollipop. "With these superpowers, where can't I just slack off?"

Slacking off. This was the new life goal he had set for himself.

He had lived tired enough in his past life; with the support of superpowers in this one, not lying flat and enjoying life would be a disservice to the meteor that killed him.

Superpowers? Use them only if necessary; after all, who knew what else existed in this world.

If he ran into trouble? He would dodge it if he could. If he couldn't dodge it, then he would have no choice but to stop eating beef.

Living a stable life, secretly drawing some pure-love illustrations he liked (the kind that had to be hidden well), and making desserts to satisfy his cravings—this was the perfect life.

As for what was special about this school?

He'd deal with that when the time came.

The day of the school opening arrived.

Linmu Fujimiya wore the standard uniform of Advanced Nurturing High School—a dark red blazer, a white shirt, and brown trousers—standing in front of the bus stop.