In this world, the strong survive and the weak perish. Various powers were granted upon humanity by the gods. The world rejoiced and celebrated until human nature took over and laid waste upon themselves. Hundred days and hundred nights, then turned centuries upon centuries of bloodshed and suffering. The war ended with one victor: JUSTICE. This was the time where humanity had peace and co-existed in various countries. Quirked users. Stemmed from the sole DNA of their ancestors seemed to live in New World, the super continent. Homeland of Heroes and Villains. Semblance users. Once magic users, now resides a power similar to quirks which is amplified by using aura, the manipulation of soul power. Birthplace of hunters and faunuses that defend against their nemesis: Grimm. And lastly hidden beneath the surface of humanity lies biblical creatures that rule heaven, earth, and hell. Devils, angels, and fallen angels co-exist in fragile peace with skirmishes still present in their own territory. Adept Magic users that control the forces of light and dark. Their emotions amplified humanely or by holiness... All of them exist in one world. That spells trouble to anything weaker than themselves. Such is me... A teenager with a body that belonged to old earth. Weaker than the average quirk user, I face discrimination and mockery to everything I place my presence in. Thankfully it was moderate due to me being a "Historical figure". Whatever the fuck that means. The damage is still there though. I just wish I had some kind of power... P.S. Having power is fucking annoying P.P.S. When you have power, everyone wants a piece of you. and I mean EVERYONE.All Rights Reserved