Screen 1 — Reincarnation World
Trump opens his eyes.
The world around him is bright and unreal, like someone painted a new Earth with sharper colors and cleaner air. The sky feels bigger. The wind feels lighter.
He looks down at his hands and freezes.
His skin is pale white now, smoother than before.
He touches his face, confused. Everything feels different.
Then he notices his eyes reflected in a puddle nearby.
They're bright blue.
He stands up slowly.
The blue Omnitrix on his wrist glows with six small pixel-like lights, pulsing gently.
Trump whispers, "So this is my new world…"
Screen 2 — First Hunt
Trump walks through the quiet forest until he spots a small wooden house sitting between the trees.
He looks around. "So this is my home… I guess the angel set this up for me."
He steps outside again and stretches his new body. "Alright. Let's go hunting."
Not long after, he hears heavy breathing and snapping branches.
A wild boar bursts out of the brush, eyes full of rage, charging straight at him.
Trump sighs. "Perfect. I'm starving."
The boar leaps at him, but Trump grabs it by the head with one hand. His new strength surprises him. He swings the boar and slams it into a nearby tree. The impact knocks it out cold.
He drags it back to the house, builds a small fire, and cooks the meat.
Later, he sits outside, eating the roasted pork in silence.
It tastes real. Heavy. Warm.
For the first time since waking up, he feels like he's actually alive in this new world.
Screen 3 — First Transformation
The next morning, Trump heads out to hunt again.
The forest is quiet at first, but then he spots a whole family of wild boars.
They see him… and charge together.
Trump steps back. "Oh great. A whole squad this time."
He looks at his wrist.
The Neo Omnitrix pulses with a soft blue light.
"I guess I don't have a choice," he mutters. "Let's try you out."
He slams his palm onto the device.
A burst of blue energy shoots up. His body shifts, muscles doubling and red skin forming. Four fists snap into place as he transforms into Four Arms.
The boars skid to a stop, suddenly unsure.
"Yeah. I thought so," Trump says.
He grabs two boars with his upper hands and two with the lower ones, swings them around, and sends all four slamming into nearby trees. The forest shakes from the impact.
A moment later, the glow fades and he shrinks back to human form.
He looks at his arm and smirks.
"Easy. Four Arms works just like I expected."
The Omnitrix clicks, cooling down.
Screen 4 — The Five Aliens
Back at the house, Trump sits down and studies the Neo Omnitrix.
The device hums softly, and five small blue icons rotate around the core.
He touches each one, watching their silhouettes flash in the hologram.
Heatblast
A body of living fire.
Good for burning through anything.
Diamondhead
A crystal warrior with blades and armor stronger than steel.
Cannonbolt
A rolling tank, perfect for smashing and defense.
Wildmutt
A beast with sharp senses and raw power.
Four Arms
The heavy hitter he already tested.
Trump nods. "Five aliens. Not bad at all. This is good for me."
The icons fade, the blue glow dimming as the device settles.
Screen 5 — Goblin Raid
Trump spends the morning flipping through an old monster book he found in the house.
One page stands out:
Goblins — Rank F
Dangerous in groups.
Use arrows. Attack homes.
Right as he finishes reading, he hears something outside.
Arrows slam into the walls of his house.
He steps out and sees them.
At least fifty goblins crawling out of the trees, snarling, raising crude bows and chipped swords.
Trump smirks. "F-rank? This should be a warm-up."
He slams his hand onto the Neo Omnitrix.
Cannonbolt.
His body curls into the armored sphere instantly.
He shoots forward like a cannonball, tearing through the goblin ranks.
In two minutes, it's over.
Broken arrows lie everywhere.
Swords snapped in half.
Trees ripped apart.
Goblins scattered, unconscious or crushed under the impact trails.
Trump uncurls back into human form, dusting off his new clothes.
"Good test," he says. "But if this world sends fifty F-ranks at once… I wonder what comes next."
Screen 6 — Fear Spreads
The remaining goblins scramble to their feet and run for the trees, screaming in their own language.
They look back at Trump with pure confusion and terror.
"How is a human doing this?"
"He has no magic!"
"Run!"
Trump watches them panic, arms crossed.
"You came at me first," he says. "I just finished what you started."
The forest goes quiet as the last goblins disappear, too scared to look back.
A small grin forms on Trump's face. "Good. Now they know I'm not someone to mess with."
To be continued…