Superpowers abound. Villains rule the world. A transmigrated dork that has absolutely no idea what’s going on. 

Strong-armed by the Superhero Enhancement System into the thankless job of endlessly performing good deeds in a world where such actions are often met with violence, Lucas Lynn doesn't have much choice in regards to using his supposed gifts.

It’s bad enough having to pretend to be a supervillain, but how exactly does Boss System expect him to save the world with only the help of a homeless orphan, a dog that’s smarter than he is, and a yoyo? 

Oh, just trick some supervillains into becoming superheroes instead? You make it sound so easy!

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Tags: Sci-Fi, Isekai, System, Dark Comedy, Satire, Superpowers, Anti-Hero, Time Looping, Gore, Slice of Life, Rubber Ducky (yes, Mr. Quacks deserves his own tag)

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Do a google search for "Geminel WordPress" for a page that has a little about me, information about the novel's inspiration, a link to the discord server, a link to the character reference sheet, a char art gallery, and a collection of short stories, both within and independent of this novel's universe.

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Excerpt from the end of Ch1:

[Bzzt... Scan complete. Analyzing...]

'Eh?'

[Analysis complete. Positive value found, now loading... Loading complete.]

'Okay, WTF is...'

[Binding successful. Congratulations upstanding citizen. You have been selected by the Superhero Enhancement System. Please select your desired enhancement. The following options are avail...]

'I'M DYING! IS NOT DYING AN OPTION!?'

[Error, invalid selection. An enhancement will be randomly selected. Randomizing... Strength has been selected. Enhanced strength will be calibrated for your rebirth. Please look forward to it.]

'WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F-'

With this final thought, Lucas dies in a pool of his own blood on the sidewalk.

I'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please

Lucas is staring at Miss Calculated with a huge grin, even if it is covered by his mask. There are a few alarming creaking noises as he hugs the armload of mannequin limbs he’s carrying a bit too tightly against his chest. 


Both Miss Calculated and 23 slowly turn to stare at him. 


Meanwhile, Mark just snorts out a bit of laughter. 


Blinking a few times, Miss Calculated opens her mouth and hesitates, speechless for a few seconds before thawing enough to begin her academician analysis. 


Spin My Arm Right ‘Round