I transmigrated into KING, an S-Class hero with three scars on his face and a heartbeat like a war drum. The world calls me “the strongest man on Earth.”
Only I know the truth: my extroverted soul just can't overpower my body's instinctive social anxiety!
Every bit of credit for the Dragon-level monsters all over the world belongs to that bald guy in a cape next door!
I planned to hide out in my apartment and play video games until the end of time, until the day Vaccine Man's fist came crashing down toward a little girl.
My legs went weak with fright, my heart pounded like it would burst, and only one thought remained in my mind: “Don't touch her...”
Then my hair turned golden.
As the rumble of the King's Engine reached its peak, as the will to protect crushed my fear...
The Saiyan legend had arrived.
“I'm not a hero. I just... did what I had to do.”
What you wrote, Sweetie Mask has become a bad guy who takes credit from others, and the protagonist has used his own abilities many times, but he still thinks he is an ordinary person. I'm really convinced.
KING's refreshing article is really good