He transmigrated to Zenless Zone Zero with a Kamen Rider belt, and went blind from the start.
His System was incomplete, and the armor cost him years of his life. Every transformation made him pay with his body.
Other transmigrators got cheat powers. He had to trade his life for them.
But it wasn’t a big deal.
Because he had never wanted to be a hero.
He only wanted to hold on to that old couch at the Cunning Hares’ place, a few cans of chilled soda, and the people who quietly stayed by his side while he wiped down his belt in a world full of Hollows and roaming Ethereals.
High-risk Ethereal? One punch.
A faction’s stronghold? Flattened in a flash.
Anyone who dared touch his people would learn what it meant to have a Rider’s foot for a stat boost.
This is a story about choices.
He chose to exist, chose to protect, and chose to catch the beetle that came flying out of the void on a peaceful afternoon, then go right back to sunbathing.
Write something that everyone likes to read. Isn't it too much to give five stars to your own children? It started off so badly.