[Transmigration + time-based ability + fake medicine upgrades + scheming protagonist + heroes exposed as frauds + a cast full of drama queens]
Real medicine costs a million per shot. Fake medicine costs a hundred thousand, and even gets you into the Superpower Academy.
Kelin deliberately bought the fake stuff. (Kelin: I really did buy it. I didn’t con anyone.)
The seller was thrilled, and the buyer was even happier.
After all, he’d transmigrated into a show he’d watched, and knew this medicine could awaken powers and grow stronger with every shot.
After the first shot, time slowed down.
As for the eleven doses left in the cabinet, he planned to get them by another method.
“Councilman, I saw you in prison.”
…
In this world, even superheroes are manufactured.
Acting is mandatory, combat is an elective, rescues have to wait for the cameras, and deaths need a PR strategy.
Kelin had planned to ride the wave to fame and fortune.
Instead, after he took down a criminal himself, the news edited him into a hostage cowering with his hands over his head.
Fine. You’re playing heroes, and you’ve cast me as a coward too?
Kelin opened his medicine case.
“Don’t turn off the camera. I’ll play this scene myself.”
