OtterlyRidiculous

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous.

But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful.

In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters.

Then one day, I died. Almost.

Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger.

Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. 

I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for.

Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

Evolving Infinitely From An E-Class Hero

The beast flapped its wings furiously to regain control of its spiraling body as it plummeted downward.

I shot forward, matching its decent trajectory.

Both of us collided violently in midair, grippling like titans in the clouds.

Its dreadful claws scratched and scratched at my armor. I reciprocated the gesture by landing a direct punch to its jaw. Then, I blasted another Incinerate shot at point blank range.

The impact separated the both of us, sending us flying in opposite directions.

I flipped in the air s couple times before I recalibrated my balance and launched myself again.

The fog wasn't still going anywhere, still swirling violently. Lightning flashing in the distance of the sea.

Master