I am the HERO

Your Bog-Standard Isekai

Here I am, stuck in a waiting room, full of other dead people. I may be dead but hot damn are some people just looking worse. It's not that they look different on the outside, it's just that some of them look deader on the inside. We all have slightly pale skin and seem sad but those are just the others, I mean what do I have to be scared of, death? I'm already dead, all I'm scared of is women.

Nobody has been called in for at least an hour, I can see some of the others getting antsy, they just need to wait their turn, it's not like we have anywhere to go. All we have to do is wait here for a while and just look at each other. I do see some disappointed faces, probably has something to do with the fact that we aren't in heaven or whatever, but they'll probably get over it soon enough.

Hours have passed at this point and no one has been called in, even I'm getting impatient, I mean I've been here for days at this point. I know I'm close to getting in as there's only like 15 people that were here before me when I came in left. Now the room is filling up with more people and it's almost full at this point, to the point that those who aren't sitting down are getting pretty close. Then I heard someone being called in for the first time in hours.

"Henry Emily #5,478, Please enter" I hear a voice call out. I see a large, sad looking man check his number then enter the door of the waiting room. I can even hear some of the responses from other people. Some are happy it's moving again and some new people are getting mad at waiting so long. If only they knew i've been here for days, and they'll be here for even longer

"Ugh, finally!" "Really? I've been here for seven fucking hours at this point, and this fatty gets in before me!" "Woo! The wait is over, time for the line."

About 2 minutes pass before the next person gets called in. "Mike Schimdt #3,489, it is your turn." That was faster than normal. I see a man in a suit and weird mask enter the door, our eyes met for a second before he entered. Fucking weirdo.

And back to the wait, it was like 10 minutes before the next person was called in then 8 after her. About 6 people have gone now, I see the newbies getting more and more inpatient. "William Afton #22,183, #22,249, #22,307, #22,500, welcome back. Please enter." Huh? Is this his 4th time being here? I look at the man that enters the door, he looks like an unassuming old man. But I can hear him stifling a laugh. Right after he enters another is called in.

"Harry Potter #5,000,000, Please enter." that seems higher than normal, maybe they have a separate counter for Harry Potter. When he enters it takes them 15 minutes to call in the next person.

"Jason Iolcus #1, please enter." And that's my cue, I stand to my height of 5'9", golden hair and sharp green eyes, slight natural tan, and some nice dress clothes. I slowly walk over to the door and enter. As I enter I see a person(?) they look off, like they aren't fully human, a hand a bit too big, legs a bit too long, and even the way they move looks too practiced. The room seems to be that of an office with two doors, the one I came in and another off to the side.

"Hello Jason Iolcus." Even their voices are just not quite right. "You are the first person with that name, congratulations." Of course I am. I am descended from Iolcus royalty, and I'm the first in the family to be named after Iason's modernized name. "Please follow us, you will be rewarded."

I give a slight bow. "Of course, please be my guide, Kind Ones." I can now decipher that these must be underworld deities or entities, my current guess, Charon of Greek myth or Anubis. "Do you require any payment? If so, I was buried with these just in case." I hand them a couple of ancient grecian coins, I also show them a golden tablet engraved with many things in ancient greek, modern greek, and english. "Or shall we weigh my heart against a feather?"

"Such frivolities are not required. Now follow us." And with their command I follow them from the office like room to the other door. In it I see a large list on the wall. I see some things crossed off such as; Fate/Grand Order, Konosuba, Fate/Stay Night, 86, and Barbie's Dream House. Some have lighter ink than others. I think I get it, I get to choose a world to go to, and are sent there, whether or not this is reincarnation or just getting sent there, I don't know.

"Now as the first with your name, please grab a legendary figure out of this box." The box that they are showing me seems to be a shoe box spray-painted black. I put my hand in and grab around for a name that feels right, I grab it and read it, 'Jason of the Argonauts'. Well isn't that just amazing. It's me, well it's the person I'm named after but tomato potato.

"How fitting, now choose a world." I take a look at the selection, it's rather large but only a few are interesting. Isekai Quartet seems nice, but it has no upward mobility and it is school again, so that's out. Harry Potter is full of slavery and racism plus it was made by her, so hell no. Shield Hero is a death sentence and again full of slavery. Oh is that My Hero Academia? Aka peak fiction alongside the likes of JJK and Fate/Kill me... you know what? Sure why not.

"I would like to pick MHA, otherwise known as My Hero Academia." Now I have many good reasons to go here. First, it's modern, so I can have the fine things in life, like a toilet (looking at you Harry.) Next, it has Quirks and heroes, those things are amazing. Sure you can be born with a windex bottle for a face, but I'm better than that, I'd get something cool. And finally, I'm named after The seafaring hero, the one who sailed with Gods damned Heracles, and it's safe enough that I'm not gonna get flattened by him.

"Acceptable." They then grab a tablet and scroll through it for a bit. "Good bye, this won't hurt a bit, and good luck." And with that I'm surrounded by a white light, I can feel myself disassembling. It hurts, but only slightly. I can feel it remove my body piece by piece, each part is removed and replaced by a feeling of nothingness, and then, I'm gone.

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Then I see it, my salvation. A light of gold and blue, then I wake up. With a mind full of memories that both aren't and are mine. From what I can tell, I'm an orphan in a not so great orphanage, the only thing my parents left me is my name and a decent quirk. I wanted to be a hero for those like me, born without anything and forced to villainy for survival. Am I him, a mixture or me?

Oh yeah, my quirk. It's really simple, I automatically create some sort of energy that can be used to power me up, in reality I produce mana. And checking myself over I can see some oddities, like my skin when I activate what I will be referring to as reinforcement, it adds lines all over the part I reinforce. So this makes me believe it's somewhat related to Nasuverse magic, which means I'm Nasuverse Jason.

Now I know a ton about him considering I paid them quite a bit to add my sweet little sister. This means I'm pretty strong by mha lore standards. With that figured out I get up and check my room. It's a fairly small room with spacer decoration, the only thing on the walls is a small poster of All Might saying "PLUS ULTRA!" I have some things on my desk as well, it looks to be a notebook filled with drawings and an application to U.A.

"I guess I better turn this in..." What am I gonna do? I'm stuck in this world without her. I can't be away from her like this. My life only matters in relation to her's.

I slowly grab the application and head out of my room. Then passing the random others here. Heading out the door and to a mailbox, I silently put it in and return to my. The application is more a formality just telling them that you will be taking the exam, alongside some information that's needed such as quirk, name and grades.

I guess I'll try to be a hero. It's what I wanted before I was me.

I head over to the nearest bit of woods in this city, when I get there I activate it. It feels amazing, but so suffocating. I then reinforce a rock in my hand, it feels tougher, more rigid, and the slight point it has now looks like the tip of a spear. I then reinforce my arm and throw it, it goes flying. I grab another and stop reinforcing myself and throw it, it stops itself about 20 feet earlier but still goes flying.

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Oh right I'm Jason. And I will find a way back to her. I will be with my little sister!