I'm an orphan who aged out of the system and moved to New York for job opportunities which is a fancy way of saying I need money. Currently I'm renting a lousy apartment but it's cheap so I can afford it for now. The problem is that I wasn't really new to the city in fact it was my a home a lifetime ago literally. I'm a reincarnator in my previous life I was a young artist with dreams and ended up drawing adult content to keep the lights on and food on the table. Apparently word got out about my talent and I was making a lot of money and even began to shamefully enjoy it.
Life was finally starting to turn around for me my following was growing I was even developing my series but I sucked at creating my own characters so I hit a wall. I decided that I need to find Inspiration, lucky me she was working tonight at dream land. In case you were wondering yes it's a strip club but it's not what you think... okay it's exactly what you think I went there for obvious reasons. Anyway I have been hitting on Inspiration for a while but she never took it seriously or gave me her real name. Finally that night she was either having a bad day or finally fell for my charms but I somehow convinced her to fuck me in a private room. As we finish I stepped out only to hear a bang and then I felt like someone punched me hard in the chest.
Someone had tried to sneak a gun into the strip club and security caught him only one shot went off before he was subdued and yes you guessed it the only person hit was me. A few of girls recognized me and tried to help some called for help others tried to stop the bleeding and Inspiration held me and kept talking to me trying to keep me conscious. Since you know that I reincarnated you realize that it didn't work and I died on a strip club floor. When I reincarnated I thought that I reincarnated back on the same earth as before as almost everything was the same except one minor difference super heroes and villains were real!
These weren't any heroes from comics that I knew and if that wasn't enough gates to other worlds were a thing as well! Earth was just starting to enter a new age with no ceiling in sight not sure if was good or bad but I don't have choice so I don't want to be helpless anymore. I wasn't given a golden finger so I decided to make my own using the money I saved up I illegally obtained some leftover super serums and super villain technology from former goons. I wasn't looking to be a frontliner I have barely been in any fights in both lives and only one was physical the rest keyboard warrior style and even that seemed too intense at times.
I tried studying mechanics thinking of going the Tony Stark route as I don't think I could be Batman. I didn't have much success but I wasn't completely hopeless either what would take heroes months would take me years and by the time I created my super armor I probably be old and gray. This is where the gamble comes into play I bought a various super serums that would temporarily boost my mind and potential but would cause extreme burnout. The tech were various stuff ment to permanently awaken someone's super abilities and repair the damage. Now I don't believe that I was the first to go down this path otherwise these former hench men wouldn't have a industry but this was also my best shot.
Injecting four of the six serums my mind instantly feels clearer as if I was walking through a cloud before and everything feels super obvious like how stupid it was to do this! Rather than waste time with my already heavily over clocked brain burning I immediately got to work merging various devices together if I had more time and wasn't so desperate to fix my epic fuck up I would have done a better job with it instead of building this all or nothing scrap pile! Basically it would either grant me abilities using the cobbled together mess pulling dimensional energy from a collapsed gate core that was crudely used as battery or kill me in a new horrifying way.
The device preformed it's scans before calibration then injecting the final two scrum reserves into the core forcing the core react violently super charging it temporarily. The entire process was beyond painful to say the least I must've screaming the entire time as I could barely process anything before I realized my apartment door was kicked open and three teens came dressed up in various costumes looking directly at me. At first they were shocked but eventually one seemed to sigh in disdain looking directly at me he seemed to explain something as little hover bots shot out of his shoulder gear and began disconnecting everything. Now that random energy wasn't shooting out of the device, EMT heroes arrived shortly after extracting me from my now charred apartment that also seemed to have brought my wooden furniture back to life as some grew branches and roots some of the glass seemed almost liquid even though it wasn't hot or melting and other weird shit. I tried to explain but what came out was garbled slurred nonsense that sounded worse than a drunk. They didn't seem to care and just kept working and before long I passed out not sure what was going to happen to me.
Waking up my mouth felt it was filled with cotton looking around I saw a glass of water by my bedside and immediately gulped it down. Sitting up I immediately noticed that nothing majorly changed besides an increase in dick size. I wasn't complaining about it but I was kinda hoping for something more especially after risking my life. As I tried to get up I finally noticed the handcuff on my left hand locking me to the bed I can't really pretend that I'm surprised considering how they found me. Trying to figure out what to do I noticed the door open as bored looking orderly came in only to freeze seeing me awake before running out of the room.
"Well it's official apparently I'm fucked"