You Said You Were a Hero, So Why Are You a Hidden Boss?

“Did you know? Ultraman doesn’t exist in this world. The Spark Lens you bought is fake.” “That can’t be true! Look, I’ll transform for you... Are you kidding me? Ultraman really doesn’t exist!” “Did you know? There’s no such thing as those kinds of modified humans in this world. No matter how well you study, you’ll only ever be a failed man.” “Impossible. I’ll finish studying middle school biology and then argue with you! ... Are you kidding me?” “Did you know? Transmigration novels are all fake!” “No way! I’ll tell you when I transmigrate back! ... Looks like transmigration is real, but I can’t seem to get back.” “You have no talent.” “I know. But if I can’t go from zero to one, I can at least go from one to two. This world has magic, after all.” “There are no heroes in this world.” “Not necessarily. This world has magic, after all!” “Shouldn’t a hero be well-rounded, excelling in virtue, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, and be a shining example? What’s with this secret identity?” “Heroes are bound to live peaceful lives in the end, so it’s normal to prepare ahead of time.” “What’s your talent skill? Scouting? Invisibility? Sword Saint? What kind of monster are you?!” “I don’t have any talent. It’s all just perseverance and hard work. Seeing far, moving fast, swinging fast enough? Those are all just basic attacks. What skills?” “That esteemed lord is peerless in wisdom and courage, unfathomable!” “That elusive fellow must have some incredibly far-reaching plans!” “I need a stage for a hero’s grand entrance. I should go find one... Wait, what’s with those looks? I’m not the one you should be afraid of, am I?”