Volume 5 - Chapter 49: The Ultimate Fan Service

I tossed the standard reincarnation protocols out the nearest dimensional window. Ren Yamada wasn't getting a balanced package. He wasn't getting a world designed for fairness. He was getting the ultimate fan service.

"Computer, activate Administrative Override: Project Nocturne," I commanded, my voice filled with a giddy authority I hadn't felt in ages.

A restricted, high-level character creation suite, usually reserved for crafting archangels and primordial beings, filled my main screen.

First, the world. I couldn't send him to the actual world from the anime—copyright laws were a cosmic nightmare. So I created a new one from scratch. It was a perfect blend of magic and medieval technology, rife with ancient conspiracies, secret societies, and forgotten evils—all of which were, until now, completely fake.

Next, the character. I didn't just give him a name; I bestowed it. "Henceforth, you shall be known as Jin Kageyama," I declared to the soul file.

Then, the powers. I didn't give him a skill tree; I gave him a blank check. I poured a frankly irresponsible amount of raw, primordial magic into his soul. He wouldn't need to cast spells; he would be magic. His power would be overwhelming, sublime, and completely misunderstood by mortal standards.

And the final, most important piece: the LUCK stat. I couldn't make it as high as my own—that would break reality. But I did the next best thing. I linked his LUCK to a new unique skill: [The Narrative Wills It].

This skill would subtly warp reality around him to make whatever nonsense he spouted come true. If he ad-libbed a story about the ancient 'Umbral Covenant' to a random bandit girl he was trying to impress, the system would retroactively create the Umbral Covenant, making it a real, ancient threat. If he made up a cool-sounding ultimate move on the spot, reality would bend over backwards to make it happen, complete with dramatic lighting.

He would be a walking, talking, breathing plot device, and he would never, ever know it. He would think he was just an incredibly lucky guy who was really good at roleplaying.

It was the most unbalanced, irresponsible, and utterly glorious thing I had ever done. It would surely have no negative consequences on the stability of this new world whatsoever.

With a cackle that probably registered on several divine seismographs, I slammed the 'CONFIRM' button. "Go forth, my glorious chuuni," I whispered. "And show them the true power of the twilight."