Chapter 1: Profile
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Mc Name: Hiro Takeru
Love Interest: Frieda Reiss.
Species: Human/demon hybrid
(Host of Spirits of Vengeance)
Powers: all powers of ghost rider.
Unique ability: (User as A reader or viewer who sees this world as fiction can create any skill and use it for once in one fiction world.
Note: the skills should be universal level but if the user reaches a higher level, the skill level can change.)
Current power level: Now mc has some control over his powers. he would automatically transform at night or in the presence of evil or when innocent blood is spilled. However, in the future, he will gain control over his transformations and can transform through an act of will or when innocent blood is spilled.
At his current level, he can create more than 1000 clones and can use Angel Form for a few hours.
He can become strong by absorbing the souls of sinful or evil guys.
It will update soon...
Chapter 2: The Hero she saw
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**MC POV**
My name is Hiro Takeru. Just your typical 18-year-old university student stuck in a mundane life in Japan. Losing my parents in a fire accident when I was 11 left me to care for my younger brother, Haruto, who was only 6 at the time. Now, he's my responsibility, and we live day by day in our tiny apartment. Today, like most days, I find myself dragging him out of his gaming obsession.
"Haru, enough of the games. You need to study for the exams coming up."
"Pfff," Haruto chuckled without taking his eyes off the screen, He barely glanced at me, his attention still on the game. ". Why? You’re the one who's should stuck in textbooks. When did you read the book last time, bro.”
"Tch."
Annoyed, I grab his controller and shut it down, much to his protest, and we head out to run a few errands. As we cross the street, a blaring car horn snaps me out of my thoughts. I instinctively try to push Haruto out of the way, but before I can even react, a bright flash surrounds us, forming a magic circle.
Suddenly, the car is gone, and so is the street. Instead, green trees and grass stretch out in front of me. A forest? What... What just happened?
"Haruto?!" I yell, looking around frantically. My heart races as I realize my brother is nowhere in sight.
Just then, a chilling voice echoes within me.
_"Yes, we came to another world."_
Startled, I shout, "Who said that? Show yourself!"
_"You won't be able to see me, because I'm within your soul."_
"Wait, are you... a system? Like in those web novels?"
_"Foolish boy. Don't compare me to something so trivial. I am Zarathos, the fallen angel. The Spirit of Vengeance. You are now my host—chosen to be the next Ghost Rider."_
My mind reels. Ghost Rider? The one from the comics? I can barely process what's happening, but something about this feels right.
"I... didn’t expect this, but honestly... I think I like it," I say, trying to maintain some level of composure.
_"Hmm... it's rare to find someone so accepting of such a curse."_
"Well, I’ve always thought the Ghost Rider was kind of badass. I’m not too picky."
_"Your unusual acceptance is noted. Now, find out where you are."_
Right. My situation isn’t normal. I’ve got to figure out where I am—and more importantly, where Haruto is. I head through the forest, searching for signs of life. Minutes pass before I feel a sudden shift in the air.
_"Innocent blood has been spilled. Boy, you're about to transform for the first time."_
"Will it hurt?"
_"More than you can imagine. But don’t worry, I will take control until you’re ready to handle my power yourself."_
Before I can brace myself, my body ignites. Flames envelop me, and the excruciating pain tears through my muscles and bones. I scream as my skin burns away, revealing the skeleton beneath. Smoke and heat swirl around me, and I feel the power of vengeance coursing through my very being.
I... am the Ghost Rider now.
_"This world reeks of injustice. The innocent cry out for vengeance, and I shall answer."_
Without hesitation, I begin running toward the source of the evil Zarathos sensed.
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**Mikasa’s House**
Mikasa Ackerman and her mother stand frozen in shock, watching helplessly as their husband and father lay bleeding on the floor. Three men stand in the room, their grins malicious as they taunt their helpless prey.
"Don’t be afraid," one of the men sneers, "we won’t hurt you… much."
Mikasa’s mother holds her daughter tightly, her heart racing as she contemplates their grim fate. The thugs move closer, their intentions clear, when a sudden knock interrupts the horrific scene.
"Who the hell is knocking now?" one of the men snarls.
"Go check it out, idiot," another replies.
The first man grumbles as he opens the door. A flaming chain lashes out, piercing his chest and flinging him back like a rag doll. His body convulses as his soul burns, leaving only a charred corpse. The remaining thugs freeze, their eyes wide as a figure steps through the shattered doorway.
A flaming skeleton stands before them, cloaked in chains, his eyes burning with vengeance.
Ghost Rider.
"What... what the hell is that thing?!" the second thug stammers, backing away.
Ghost Rider strides forward, his voice low and menacing. "Your souls are stained with innocent blood. You are guilty."
With a flick of his wrist, the chain whips out again, wrapping around the second thug’s neck and lifting him off the ground. He screams in agony as his body erupts into flames, his soul being consumed by the Spirit of Vengeance.
The leader of the thugs falls to his knees, trembling and sobbing. "P-please... don’t kill me. I swear, I’ll never hurt anyone again. Just... let me go."
Ghost Rider grabs the man by the collar, hoisting him into the air. "Look into my eyes. Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent. Feel their pain. Feel their suffering."
The man screams in terror as his eyes lock with Ghost Rider’s. He sees every heinous act he’s committed flash before him, and with one final cry, his soul is consumed, his body reduced to ash.
Turning away from the smoldering remains, Ghost Rider faces Mikasa and her mother.
Mikasa’s father, lying nearby, weakly groans, his life hanging by a thread. For a moment, Ghost Rider stares at the injured man. Then, the flames around his right hand shift, becoming something softer, more ethereal. He kneels down, pressing his hand to the father’s wound.
A golden light envelops Mikasa’s father, healing his wound instantly.
Mikasa’s father, too stunned to move, stares at the flaming skeleton in front of him. His mind races with conflicting emotions—fear, awe, disbelief. This creature had not only saved them but had shown mercy.
To be continued..
Chapter 3: Goals
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**Ghost Rider's Perspective**
After punishing the men who had terrorized the Ackerman family, my attention turned to the mother and daughter before me. Their faces were a mixture of fear and relief, and I felt an urge to approach them.
**MC POV**
I stepped in front of Mikasa's mother, who clutched her daughter tightly. The flames around me flickered as I concentrated, drawing on the power within.
“Allow me to help,” I said, my voice low and resonant. “There is a problem in your body that threatens your unborn child. Let me heal you.”
With a gentle touch, I placed my hand on her abdomen. A warm, golden light enveloped her, radiating healing energy. I could feel the pulse of life within her, and with my power, I mended the damage.
After a moment, she looked at me in disbelief, realization dawning that I had come to save them. Tears streamed down her face as she turned to Mikasa, hugging her tightly.
“Thank you,” she sobbed, the weight of her fears lifting for the first time.
I felt the energy within me shift as Zarathos released control, allowing me to return to my human form. I fell to my knees, overwhelmed by the experience.
“Damn it, I don’t like this experience,” I muttered, feeling the lingering effects of losing control. I hated the feeling of someone else taking over my body.
“Just adjust to it, brat,” Zarathos replied, his voice echoing in my mind.
As I regained my composure, I noticed the Ackermans had stopped crying, their eyes now filled with cautious curiosity. Mikasa’s father, still weak but recovering, stepped in front of his family, gratitude evident on his tear-stained face.
“I don’t know who you are, but thank you for saving us,” he said, voice trembling.
“It’s okay,” I replied, standing up to face them. “I did what is my duty. I am Ghost Rider, the Spirit of Vengeance who punishes the wicked.”
“Thank you for everything you did, but... can you leave this place?” Mr. Ackerman asked, a fearful look in his eyes.
I raised an eyebrow, understanding the apprehension in his gaze.
“Honey, stop it. He saved us,” Mrs. Ackerman interjected, her grip on Mikasa’s hand tightening.
“Right? Didn’t we come here to avoid this kind of trouble?” Mr. Ackerman said, silencing himself when he noticed his wife’s determined expression.
“It’s okay, miss,” I reassured her.
“Yuka Ackerman, and this is my daughter, Mikasa,” she said, managing a small smile that barely masked her sadness.
“I’m glad to meet you, Mrs. Ackerman. I have other matters to attend to,” I said as I turned to leave.
“Wait, I don’t know your name,” Yuka called out softly.
“Hiro Takeru,” I responded, beginning to step away.
Mikasa, who had been quietly observing, gathered her courage to speak. Her voice was shaky, filled with emotion as she said, “Thank you... Big brother.” She squeezed her mother’s hand, both of them teary-eyed.
I paused, turning back to them. “Don’t cry. You can become stronger, too. Just don’t lose hope.”
“If you can, please come back,” Mikasa said, her voice small but resolute, while her father remained silent.
“I will try, but I hope you all recover soon,” I assured her with a nod.
As I left their home, Mikasa watched me disappear into the night, her resolve strengthening.
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**Hiro’s Reflection**
Once outside, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what I had just done.
*So I came to the Attack on Titan world and not only that but also changed the plot by saving Mikasa. Is it right to alter this world’s fate?*
The image of Mikasa’s smile lingered in my mind, reminding me that perhaps it wasn’t all bad.
*I can’t change the past, and coming to this world is already a change. Should I change this world’s destiny?*
Memories of Ramzi and Hange’s deaths during the Rumbling flooded back, and I bit my lip in frustration.
*Fuck it. I don’t care about the politics of Marley and Eldia. I refuse to let innocent lives be lost because of their stupid war. Becoming a monster is the only way to save the innocent, and I’m glad to do it. After all, it’s not like anyone can beat me.*
With my goals set—finding my brother and saving this world—I pressed on.
As I made my way through the streets, I noticed Grisha and Eren approaching, likely checking on Yuka and her pregnancy. I observed Eren’s striking green eyes but kept my thoughts to myself, continuing on my path.
Grisha glanced back, sensing something but not able to place it.
“What happened, Dad?” Eren asked, touching his father’s arm. Grisha’s gaze drifted, lost in memories.
“Nothing, I thought I saw someone familiar. Let’s go,” Grisha replied, masking his shock as they moved on.
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**MC POV**
*Let’s head in the opposite direction of Shiganshina. I have a year before the main story kicks in, but I won’t waste that time. I’ll destroy the Titans’ powers in less than two months.*
As I moved eastward along Wall Maria, I felt the urgency to find my brother and prepare for the battles ahead.
*Hey, Zarathos, how can I control Ghost Rider's powers?*
*Simple. By losing control.*
*What? Say that again,* I asked, confusion evident in my thoughts.
*To gain control, you must first lose it. Only then can you adapt to the power and understand it.*
*So you’re saying I should lose control and start killing bad guys, absorbing their souls?*
*Yes. Begin your journey by controlling your power through vengeance.*
*Okay.*
As night descended, I reached a small town, cloaked in darkness.
“I believe in you, old man,” I murmured to Zarathos before transforming back into Ghost Rider.
“Hahahaha!” I laughed, reveling in the rush of power as I moved through the town, seeking those who preyed on the innocent.
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**A White Figure in Space**
Far above, a mysterious white figure observed Earth, a strange smile forming on its lips.
**God:** *So he has begun his journey. Haha, I should see what his brother is up to in another world.*
With that, the figure started to move, leaving the Attack on Titan universe to its fate.
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Chapter 4: Response
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MC POV
As the sun began to set, casting a crimson glow across the sky, Hiro leaned against the trunk of a tree in the forest. A week had passed since his first foray into the dark underbelly of Wall Maria, and in that time, he had embraced his role as the Ghost Rider—an avenger of sorts.
"Damn it," he muttered, recalling the grim tally of his deeds. "More than 2,800 people in just one first night in this world."
Yet, there was no remorse in his heart. He had witnessed the souls of his victims, their true natures unveiled in their final moments. The Military Police, corrupt and brutal, had masked their greed behind a facade of authority, and Hiro had made it his mission to strip that mask away. "They deserved every bit of it," he thought grimly.
The power coursing through him had grown, too. With each soul he claimed, he felt himself becoming more attuned to Zarathos' abilities. He could now read souls, creating a connection that allowed him to understand the essence of those he encountered. He had learned to create more than fifty clones, though they lacked the ability to transform into his angel form. His physical strength had multiplied exponentially, a boon that came in handy during his nightly hunts.
But now, he sat beneath a tree, his thoughts drifting to the mundane comforts of his old life. If only I had my phone, novels, and anime, he lamented. A system would make this so much easier.
He chuckled at the thought, but the laughter faded as memories of the past week flooded his mind.
In just one week, he had decimated 162,007 lives within Wall Maria alone, the darkness spreading like wildfire through the towns. The few who had glimpsed him in his true form had either fled in terror or hailed him as a savior. Whispers of the Ghost Rider had morphed into tales of "Ghost: The Ripper." A cult had begun to form—a ragtag group of survivors calling themselves "The Order of Justice." They believed he was sent by a higher power to punish the wicked.
To Hiro, it was absurd; he was simply enacting his version of justice. I didn't ask for followers, he thought with a smirk, but if they're too afraid to come out at night, I guess that's a win.
(Reiss Family Residence Inside Wall Sina)
Meanwhile, in a lavish royal mansion, Frieda Reiss sat in a dimly lit room, her eyes scanning the latest newspaper. She had always been the embodiment of grace and beauty, but the images of loss and terror surrounding the "Ghost: The Ripper" story gnawed at her insides.
Frieda's heart ached as she read about the innocents caught in the chaos. As queen, I can't allow this to continue. She needed to act, to confront the killer before more lives were lost.
Yet, as she summoned the power of the Founding Titan, a dark presence coiled around her mind. No, not again. The voice of Karl Fritz echoed in her thoughts, warping her intentions.
"We all are sinners; we Eldians will be the only ones who have to die."*
She gripped her head, fighting against the oppressive weight of his influence, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had vowed to rise above the ghosts of her ancestors, but Karl's control over her mind was unyielding, dragging her back into despair.
Just then, Kenny Ackerman, her right-hand man, entered the room, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of the chaos outside.
"Hello, young lady. How are you?... haha bullshit, I will get to the point" he began, though his tone quickly shifted to a more serious note. "What are you going to do about this killer?"
"I won't reveal my power to anyone," Frieda replied, her voice trembling. "And I won't do anything to stop this killer... unless my family is in danger."
Kenny raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, you're saying you won't act unless it affects you personally? Just as I thought. But you can't do that with your kind heart, young lady. But I will protect you-"
'- until i get your powers, haha'
She felt frustration bubbling within her, but before she could retort, he continued, "What will you do if this new Ripper comes after you?"
"I won't let him harm my family," she insisted, though she felt the weight of doubt pressing against her resolve.
"Good luck with that," Kenny said with a sadistic grin. "I want to meet him. He's broken my record for kills in just one week. I miss the thrill of hunting strong prey."
Frieda shook her head, anxiety coursing through her veins. Kenny was a dangerous man, and she knew the depths of his ambition. *Pray for everything to be alright.*
With that thought, she resolved to visit Historia. Perhaps her half-sister could offer some comfort, a reminder of the humanity that still existed in their bloodline.
Chapter 5: After effects
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Hiro's POV
I miss manga and anime. Damn it, I want to see and read new chapters of *ending of Jujutsu Kaisen* and new mangas, I thought to myself while resting against a tree. The quiet rustle of leaves was soothing, but my mind was far from at ease.
Then I heard it—the sound I had been waiting for so long.
~Ding.*
[Congratulations, your tutorial has ended. You have survived a week and killed 164,852. As a gift, you received a system that helps you to see your progress.*
[Synthesizing system 0%...37%..78%..100%*
[Completed*
"What? I got the system? Why now, of all times? Are you in traffic or what?" I grumbled, glancing at the screen in front of me.
After seeing the description, I understood.
"But it doesn't help me become strong. Well, we're already lucky enough."
Hiro* "System."
Hiro*.
Hiro* "Status."
{Status*
Name* Hiro Takeru
Level* 11
Species* Human/Demon Hybrid
(Host of Spirits of Vengeance)*
Powers* All Ghost Rider's powers
Ultimate Skill* (Host as a reader or viewer who sees this world as fiction can create any skill in one fictional world.
- If the host can't imagine or think about that skill, the host cannot create it without knowledge.
Note* The skills should be universal level but if the user reaches a higher level, the skill level can change.)
Forms*
- Ghost Rider Base Form (8%)
- King of Hell Form (Locked) Level 190
- Phoenix Ghost Rider Form (Locked) Level 360
- Cosmic Ghost Rider Form (Locked) Level ?
- Celestial Ghost Rider Form (Locked) Level ?
- True Ghost Rider Form (Locked) Level ?
- ALL RIDER (EVOLUTION NOT POSSIBLE) Level ?
}*
"Oi, oi, oi. Just how powerful is Ghost Rider? And what do you mean, 8%? Did I use 8% of Ghost Rider's power?"
I scrolled down to see the forms of Ghost Rider.
"F*k, what are these forms? I only know the base form and the cosmic form. And I can't see its level."
After taking in the information, I felt determination rising within me.
"Damn it, I should become strong."
"Ultimate skill... I can create any skill I have full knowledge of, but I can create only one skill in one world. Wait, that means I'll be traveling to different worlds? Huhuhuu. Ha, I already have an idea for which skill I should create in this world. But that'll be in the future."
I decided to check the available forms first.
- King of Hell Form (Locked) Level 190*
(This Ghost Rider is the ruler of Hell. Ghost Rider has control over Hell and can expand it infinitely. He can send souls to torture and summon Hell into reality, having full control. When the host unlocks this form, he can get more info.)
"(_)? What the f*k. This is already OP. And I don't know what the remaining forms' power levels are. If I didn't know these forms, I would have thought Ghost Rider was weak."
"Summoning Hell into reality? Like Sukuna's domain expansion from *Jujutsu Kaisen*? No, this is more powerful than that. I can't wait for it. Just think how cool it'll look."
"Maybe I can go to the *Bleach* world," I thought, recalling the villains there. I quickly withdrew that idea. "I shouldn't be arrogant because of my powers. I can still become a puppet to someone stronger or smarter than me."
"Hey, Zarathos! Lazy head, get up! I want to ask a few questions."
No response. Zarathos didn't like to talk, so he often slept. After I became strong enough to handle Ghost Rider's powers, Zarathos handed over all responsibilities to me. Now, he was snoozing like a log.
I now understood what Uncle Ben meant: With great power comes a lot of fucking responsibilities. What a drag.
"Damn it. I should wait until night to talk to him."
I noticed I had an Inventory option. "Now I can take money from nobles and store it in my inventory. Hehe."
Survey Corps HQ*
In the office room, Keith, Erwin, Mike, Levi, Hange, and her assistant Moblit gathered for a meeting.
" what is this sudden meeting for? I have work to do," Levi said, irritation clear in his voice.
"What do you mean work, Levi? I saw you only cleaning all day," Hange shot back.
"Shut up, four eyes!"
Keith cleared his throat, bringing everyone's attention back to him. "We are going to cancel the expedition this time."
Silence hung in the air.
"WHAT? Is this a joke? How can we do that? We came so far to gain land. If we do not stop the Titans, they will take it back again. I did so much to draw the map," Hange protested, visibly upset.
"Stop!" Keith snapped. "We're doing this because the government has stopped giving money to us."
"What? They finally thought we're useless?" Miche asked angrily.
"It's not just that," Erwin interjected. "Because 40% of nobles were killed, it affected the government, and they lost huge amounts of money."
"So what now?" Levi asked, crossing his arms.
Keith continued, "There is prize money for whoever finds the killer and catches him. The King will reward them."
"So we should find the ghost," Erwin suggested. "With that, our reputation will increase, and we can get a huge payout."
"I don't like this," Levi muttered.
"WHAT? Are you afraid, Levi?" Hange exclaimed. "I heard rumors that this killer is a flaming skeleton. Just think about it, Levi! The experiments we could conduct! How can he move without muscles? Why is fire coming from him? And why is he killing people? Maybe we can find something useful to kill the Titans. Hahaha, I can't wait to do my experiments on my ghost baby!"
She laughed maniacally, her excitement palpable.
Levi, Erwin, and Miche took a few steps back, feeling pity for the poor skeleton already.
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MC POV
Somewhere in a tree, I felt chills run down my spine. "Fu*k, what is this feeling? I feel like danger is coming for me. Damn it, I want to sleep, but... no way. I will leave this place today."
I activated my portal and traveled away.
After absorbing so many souls, I had grown significantly stronger. Now I could create more than 5,000 clones.
I had also spoken with Zarathos and learned that every Ghost Rider has a unique ability, linked to the host's imagination. When Zarathos found out I could create more unique abilities by traveling to other worlds, he cursed me for having such luck.
Now, I stood before Mikasa's house.
Chapter 6: Best skill
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Hiro POV*
'Finally, I made it to Wall Rose.' Hiro had just arrived after spending some time with Mikasa's family. His visit had started off awkwardly, as Mikasa's father assumed Hiro came with harmful intentions. After reading his soul—an ability Hiro mastered—he quickly understood why: her father felt like one of those characters in a story doomed for a tragic end to further the plot. He chose to ignore the man's anxiety and instead focused on Mikasa and her mother, Yuka, who welcomed him warmly. They seemed to have recovered well from that fateful day, and Hiro was relieved to see that Mikasa was still her kind and strong-willed self.
Mikasa had grown protective of her mother and the unborn sibling, spending most of her time taking care of Yuka and helping her father hunt. Hiro was glad to see her resolve remained, especially when it came to protecting her loved ones. She had matured but still retained that same strength he remembered. During their conversation, she mentioned that they planned to move to Shiganshina, and Hiro felt satisfied that they would be safer there.
Mikasa also revealed her newfound dream—to become strong enough to protect innocent people. It was a shift that surprised Hiro, but he couldn't help but feel responsible for that change. It was clear his presence had influenced her growth. When they told him they had decided to name their unborn child after him—Hiro Ackerman—he couldn't help but smile, though he felt a bit embarrassed at the honor.
A few hours later, Hiro bid them farewell and continued his journey to Wall Rose, wishing them luck.
Now, Hiro stood in a quiet forest near Ragako Village, close to a peaceful lake. It seemed like the perfect spot to rest.
'Time to create a new skill.' Hiro thought back to the many anime he'd watched and began listing abilities that could aid in his growth. Though he couldn't create *ultimate* skills yet, he knew his soul was strong enough to handle another *unique* skill.
His biggest challenge so far had been controlling his Ghost Rider powers. He needed a skill that could help regulate his abilities, something intelligent that could act as an advisor and guide him in mastering his full potential.
"Create Unique Skill: *Great Sage," he said aloud.
[Checking skill status... Permission granted.]
[Do you want to create Great Sage? Y/N]
"Yes."
{Skill: *Great Sage* has been acquired!}
{Sub-Skills: Thought Acceleration, Analytical Appraisal, Parallel Operation, Chant Annulment, and All of Creation have been acquired!}
{Report! Fusing Unique Skill *Great Sage* with system...}
~[Fusing...]~
{Failed... Re-executing...Failed... Re-executing...Failed.}
[Report! Individual ROB has intervened with the fusion.]
{Fusing *Great Sage* and system... Successful.}
"What the hell just happened?" Hiro was stunned. He thought he was simply getting a skill to help him, but instead, it seemed to have merged with his system, becoming something even more powerful.
He noticed changes within his body.
{Report! Due to a lack of Magicules, individual Hiro Tekaru cannot use magic properly.}
{Report! Hellfire cannot be used for magic energy. Searching for solution… Found.}
{Report! Converting Hellfire into Magicules. Synthesizing skill *Energy Converter*... Completed!}
"This skill converts energy... Looks like I don't have to worry about Magicules anymore," Hiro muttered.
"Sage, are you there?"
{"Answer: Unique Skill *Great Sage* at your service."}
"Hi, nice to meet you."
"Damn, this isn't *Raphael*. I guess it won't answer silly questions like that."
"Sage, can you show me my abilities?"
{"Answer: Displaying status."}
Status*
Name: Hiro Tekaru
Host of Lord Zarathos
Ultimate Skill: Skill Creation (Locked)
Unique Skill: *Great Sage*
Sub-Skills*
- Thought Acceleration
- Analytical Appraisal
- Parallel Operation
- Chant Annulment
- All of Creation
- Analysis
- God-like Capabilities
- Strength, Stamina, Endurance, Speed, Agility, Reflexes, Durability, Hearing
Hellfire Manipulation*
- Hellfire Infusion
- Hellfire Projection
- Hellfire Constructs
- Hellfire Telekinesis
- Hell Firestorm
- Hellfire Weather
Sin Manipulation*
- Sin Perception
- Sin Eating
Soul Manipulation*
- Soul Consumption
- Soul Reading
- Soul Cleansing
- Soul Mutilation
- Penance Stare
- Damnation Stare
Other Powers*
- Enhanced Hellfire Chains
- Supernatural Awareness
- Energy Converter
- Pyrokinesis
- Size Manipulation
- Magic Manipulation
...and more.
"Sage, what do I need to do to evolve?" Hiro asked.
{Answer: The individual Hiro Tekaru has already obtained evolution seeds.}
'When did that happen?' Hiro thought, surprised.
{Answer: Using the *Great Sage* skill's Parallel Operation, over 164,844 souls were consumed, allowing the individual to qualify for evolution into the King of Hell.}
"Wait… what?!"
{Answer: You possess multiple evolution seeds—King of Hell, Phoenix Ghost Rider, Cosmic Ghost Rider, Celestial Ghost Rider, and True Ghost Rider.}
"I get it, I get it. How do I evolve?" Hiro asked.
{Answer: To evolve, you must collect nutrients—specifically human souls. Over two billion souls are required to germinate the King of Hell seed.}
╭( ๐_๐)╮
"Two billion… Alright," Hiro sighed, realizing the journey ahead of him. "Sage, from now on, collect the souls I absorb. I'll need them for evolution, don't use them."
For now, Hiro was content to rest. With so much ahead, he needed his strength.
'After evolving, I'll be able to give Zarathos a body of his own—that might be something for the future. But before that, I'll need to have a long talk with him. For now, though, I've done enough for the day. I think it's time I take a break and get some rest.'
To be continued...*
Chapter 7: First date ( part 1)
Summary:
Heroine entry
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Trost District*
(Hiro pov)
So this is where the Battle of Trost happened. Right now, Hiro was enjoying his break by traveling to this place. He didn't know when he would get another chance to explore this anime world, so he was determined to make the most of his time visiting famous locations.
Who knows what will happen after he evolves into Hell Load? Maybe he would travel to another world or a parallel universe.
The Great Sage had created coins for shopping, so he didn't have to worry about money.
Should I buy something to eat?* Hiro thought, rummaging through his money bag. While moving the coins around and contemplating which food looked tastier, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His attention shifted to a nearby area. It was an ordinary skewer shop, with unknown pieces of meat sizzling over a flaming fire. The enticing aroma wafting from the grill drew in hungry patrons.
However, it wasn't the food that caught Hiro's eye; it was a young lady standing beside the skewer shop. She was about his age and had just bought an apple before giving it to a child. He could only see her from behind, but her straight black hair, reaching just past her shoulders, was visible under the soft light.
Yet, something about the interaction irked him. She had just given food to what seemed to be a homeless child, but Hiro noticed that the kid wore a brand-new pair of shoes. Clearly, she had been conned by a kid, all because of her kindness.
"Frieda," he muttered, recognizing her as the current Founding Titan holder who would meet a tragic fate within a year. But what was she doing here without bodyguards?
Her build was slim, her large eyes and round face making her appear both innocent and naïve. Frieda wore a simple dress with a skirt and a robe, perfect for strolling around the bustling city.
Hiro could read souls, and when he read the boy's soul, he discovered that he was Jean Kirstein—one of the main characters, famously nicknamed "Horse Face." This cute, chubby-looking kid was destined for bullying due to his appearance, and Hiro realized that Jean had been coerced into begging for food as a prank.
Hiro approached Frieda, ready to intervene. "If you feed a stray cat, it will keep coming back, expecting to be fed again." His voice was calm, but it startled her.
"Ah! You scared me!" she exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart. "I wasn't feeding a cat; I was feeding a poor boy who lives in the orphanage."
"You're very naïve," he observed. "Don't tell me you believed that brat lives in an orphanage."
"You don't think he lives in the orphanage?" she retorted. "What makes you think that? For the record, I am not naïve!"
'I can read souls'* he thought but chose to keep that to himself.
"Sure you're not," he said, beginning to walk in the direction the boy had run off in. "Follow me, and you might learn a thing or two."
"Hey, why are you following him?"
"I'll show you behind the scenes and reveal the truth. I just wanted to do something, and nothing can stop me after all," he replied confidently.
"I know someone who acts a lot like you," she said, her voice filled with annoyance. "And I despise that man! Always thinks he can do whatever he wants with zero consequences." She followed him, her mind drifting to her father.
"Surely you don't despise me!" he feigned hurt. "I don't even know your name, and I'm already hated by you! What did I do to deserve this?" His sarcasm was palpable, and he enjoyed teasing her.
"I don't despise you, but I'm seriously considering it! You're acting like an insufferable child, and I've only known you for three minutes!" she ranted.
"Because I am free! I will do what I want. And your hair looks awful today," he said, smirking at her reaction.
"What's wrong with my hair?" She gasped in horror, grasping at her locks to check for any imperfections. "I was sure I brushed it today! Where… wait! you're doing it again, aren't you?"
"Told you. If you insult a girl's hair, she's bound to get annoyed," he said, chuckling. "On a serious note, though, lose the naïve attitude. It's something people will take advantage of, especially if they can see it on you."
"I can't tell if you meant that as an insult or if you were trying to give me advice," she said cautiously. "But I still don't understand where we're even going."
"That kid who scammed you out of an apple? His shoes were brand new. It's easy to tell when a family lives in poverty and can barely afford clothes," he explained.
"And there is no orphanage here," he added.
"What? How did you know that?" she asked, incredulous.
"Well, I am a traveler, and I came here in the past, so I know this place better than you," he lied easily, figuring she wouldn't know better.
She was speechless. It was her first time visiting this place, and who was this guy? He spoke as if he knew everything about her.
Turning a corner, they saw the boy from before still clutching the apple, now accompanied by two others, making fun of another boy who looked to be the same age as Mikasa and a bit chubby.
"Come on, Jean-pig," the largest one taunted. "You're fat! Don't you want this apple that you scammed that girl for? It was so easy, like taking candy from a—whoa!" he yelled as Hiro lifted him off the ground by the collar of his jacket.
"You two," Hiro pointed at the other two bullies. "Beat it before I break your bones. It can be very painful when it's easier than snapping a twig." His growl sent them fleeing in fear.
The boy who had been bullied tried to leave, but Hiro stopped him. "Stay," he commanded. "You might learn a thing or two."
"Don't you think you should put him down now? You're going to choke him if you keep doing that," Frieda protested.
"Now," Hiro said as he took the apple from Jean's grasp. "Is there a reason you thought it wise to make this kid steal an apple from my girlfriend?"
"What?!" Frieda shrieked, her cheeks flushing.
"I didn't know she was your girlfriend!" Jean cried out, his eyes wide with panic. "I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again!"
"You, boy." Hiro pointed at the other child. "What's your name?"
"It's J-jean, sir!" he stammered, causing Hiro to click his tongue in annoyance.
"Don't call me 'sir' again, got it?" Hiro replied, watching as the boy nodded vigorously. "Now, Jean, does it hurt when they call you fat and insult you?"
"Y-yes, it does," Jean said slowly, tears welling in his eyes.
"You should put him down; you're going to suffocate him!" she protested again.
"Ignore her; she's too naive for her own good," he told Jean.
"Now listen, Jean. Sometimes I feel like a failure, like there's no hope for me. But even so, I won't give up. I'll fight back because I'm an older brother. No one notices your tears and pain, but they'll always point out your mistakes. Don't hate the world for that. Just remember: no matter how useless you feel, you are someone's reason to smile. Do you think your mother would be happy knowing you lied and said you were an orphan? What do you think she would think?"
The memory of his mother hit Jean hard, and he started to cry.
"Only a strong-hearted person can win, Jean, because they don't give up. I adapted, and you should too. That's the only way you'll survive in this cruel world."
He glanced at the kid still in his grip, who was turning blue, and finally let him go. Then he threatened the boy, "What the hell are you staring at, you little brat? Get lost before I shove my foot so far up your ass that you'll be able to spit-shine my boot!" The kid ran off, tears streaming down his face as he coughed from the lack of oxygen.
Kneeling down to face Jean, he placed an apple in the boy's hand but didn't let go. "Jean, forget what you did. Don't be sorry; be better. Don't let others' insults get to you. It doesn't matter what they think about you; it only matters what you think about yourself. Don't be afraid to be who you are. Speak your mind without holding back just because you're scared you might hurt someone's feelings—they won't hold back either. Understand?"
Jean nodded, and Hiro looked over at Frieda, who was smiling at him. "Now you can go!"
Jean quickly ran off in another direction as Hiro stood up, brushing the snow off his knee.
"I see," she said. "You can be nice when you want to be. You're just afraid to show it because you think it's a weakness." She was pretty sure she was right.
"Who said I'm not a nice guy? And what do you mean by weakness? I'm just doing what I want," he replied, rolling his eyes.
"Frieda," she introduced herself, extending her hand. "What's your name?"
"Hiro." He shook her hand and then pulled back. "I'd say it was nice to meet you."
"Despite how you said it and went about doing it, that was sweet of you," she remarked, moving closer.
"What? Are you interested in me or something?" he joked. "It was something he needed to hear; otherwise, he'd spend his childhood being bullied or develop a twisted attitude."
Frieda smiled at him, feeling a mix of intrigue and confusion. It had been a long time since she met a boy who was both sweet and cold; she wasn't sure if it was a good combination, but it captivated her in some way.
"That's you being sweet," she said, prompting an eye roll from him. "After all, it would be wrong for me not to reward my sweet boyfriend. I'll travel with you until sunset."
"It's worth coming to this place. Maybe I should kidnap you," he teased, noticing her cheeks flush red. "You don't seem very heavy, so it would be pretty easy to carry you off to the nearest alley."
"Thanks for the compliment," she replied, interpreting his joke as a compliment about her body.
"Well, I'm hungry. Let's go eat something," Hiro declared, heading toward the food stall.
"Hey, I don't want—"
"You don't have to worry about money. After all, this is my first date with a beautiful girl," he countered, glancing back at the skewer shop.
Frieda's face turned red at the word "date," and she instinctively pulled her hood over her face.
The owner of the skewer shop, who had eyed the robed figure with suspicion, returned to cooking their meat, assuming the robed person was simply waiting for Hiro to place an order.
"Do you want to eat meat?"
"…Hmm."
There was no reply, but Hiro walked up to the skewer shop. "Please give us two."
"Yes!" The shop owner handed Hiro two well-cooked meat skewers. After Hiro paid, he turned back to Frieda.
"Here!" Hiro offered one skewer to her.
He took a bite from the other skewer, savoring the burst of juices in his mouth, though the meat wasn't of high quality.
"You know, if my family found out I was eating street food, they would scold me."
"They're uncultured fools. Forget about them and your background. Just do what you want today." Frieda glanced at the skewer and then took it from him, deciding to follow his advice.
"This isn't bad," she admitted, pleasantly surprised by how much she liked the food.
After finishing their meals, Hiro asked, "Do you want to eat more?"
"I'm fine." Frieda sounded more relaxed, as if her satisfaction had eased her tension.
"Good. Then should we move to a different location?"
"…Where are we going?" She tensed up again, crouching slightly like a wary animal, which made Hiro smirk.
"We're going to buy you some clothes."
"…What?"
"Your clothes. Are you really going to keep wearing that while we're on a date?"
"I like this dress; it's simple." She didn't see anything wrong with her outfit.
Unbeknownst to her, she had agreed to go on a date with him.
"I care, so just follow me." Hiro led her into a commercial district bustling with clothing shops.
A lady shopkeeper greeted them as Hiro entered the shop and turned to check on Frieda. She glanced around at the different styles of clothing.
"Is there something you want?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Come on, choose something. Oh, and also…" He pointed at her robe. "You should take off that gloomy robe. Who wears something like that on a date?"
"This is…"
"Yeah, I know you're ridiculously beautiful, but are you really going to keep walking around like that?"
"Stop it, don't say things like that."
Next to them, the shopkeeper smiled, believing they were just a lovey-dovey couple. However, when Frieda finally took off her robe, the shopkeeper's eyes widened in surprise, and Hiro couldn't help but admire her beauty once again. The robe had obscured much of her face, and now, without it, her features lit up the surroundings.
'This will probably be a fun date.'
"You should pick one for me," Hiro said, taking her robe.
"What? Aren't you going to buy anything?"
The shopkeeper quickly regained her composure and suggested, "Shouldn't the boyfriend choose something in this case?"
Hiro appreciated the shopkeeper's professionalism and nodded. "That sounds good too."
He moved to an area of the shop where high-quality clothes hung from the racks. Turning back to Frieda, he noticed her expression was stiff, either from nerves or wariness.
"Since you refuse to choose your clothes, you have to try on everything I give you," he joked.
Frieda had never been in such a situation before. She had never gone shopping; her free time was usually spent visiting villages, the hospital, or taking care of her sister. She just prayed that this would be over quickly.
Chapter Text
Hiro’s POV
“Don’t be mad at me, Frieda.” Hiro leaned slightly over the table, attempting to soften her scowl with his usual grin.
They were seated in a cozy corner of an elegant restaurant, the soft candlelight casting a golden hue over Frieda’s stern expression.
“You wasted my entire day, Hiro,” she said, narrowing her eyes. Her tone was firm, but her voice carried a faint softness, betraying her usual gentle demeanor.
“Hey, stop yelling at me like that—it’s adorable.”
Her cheeks flushed a faint pink, and she quickly looked away. “I’m not adorable. And… is that your excuse for treating me like some sort of doll all day?”
“Not at all,” Hiro said with a laugh. “I just couldn’t help it. You’re so pretty; you look great in anything. I might’ve gotten too excited picking outfits for you.”
Frieda wriggled her fingers on the table as though resisting the urge to strangle him—or perhaps stab him with her fork. She sighed, her irritation visibly wavering. “You weren’t the only one excited. That shopkeeper practically turned it into a theater performance, and you went right along with it.”
“Hey, she had great taste! And don’t forget—you didn’t stop her either. You were just as into it.”
Frieda huffed, crossing her arms. “She made me change into ten outfits, Hiro. Ten.”
“And yet you looked stunning in every single one,” he replied shamelessly.
Frieda’s blush deepened, but she masked it by picking up her napkin. “I should’ve scolded her before we left. And you, too.”
“To be fair,” Hiro said, leaning back with a smirk, “I volunteered to switch places with you, didn’t I? You had your fun dressing me up after that.”
“That was different,” Frieda muttered, her lips curling slightly into an almost-smile. “You looked ridiculous in half those outfits.”
“I’m glad you had fun laughing at me.”
Frieda shook her head, her irritation finally giving way to a soft chuckle. “Even the shopkeeper started laughing. She barely took a break and just kept handing us clothes.”
“Yeah, that shop’s going to thrive. Her dedication was unreal,” Hiro said with a grin.
Frieda relaxed a little, her tone losing its earlier sharpness. “Still, I’ll admit, it wasn’t all bad. I ended up with some nice clothes.”
“That brown outfit you picked for me was definitely a winner.” Hiro gestured to his simple yet fashionable attire.
Frieda glanced at him, her eyes lingering for a moment longer than she intended. “It does suit you,” she admitted quietly.
The food arrived not long after, and for a while, they ate in silence, the soft clinking of utensils filling the air.
Hiro looked up from his plate, his voice softer now. “Thanks for today, Frieda. I know I can be a handful sometimes, but… spending time with you like this—it means a lot.”
Frieda froze mid-bite, her eyes meeting his. His words, though casual, carried a sincerity she wasn’t expecting. Slowly, she set her fork down, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“You’re still insufferable,” she said, her voice lighter now, teasing. “But… I suppose I didn’t hate today either.”
“High praise from Great Frieda,” Hiro said with a playful grin.
Frieda shook her head, though her smile lingered. “Just don’t push your luck, Hiro.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” But his warm gaze stayed on her a little longer, and for once, Frieda didn’t shy away.
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The Sunset Duel: Hiro and Frieda
The amber glow of the setting sun painted the street in warm hues as Hiro and Frieda exited the restaurant. The soft hum of the town buzzed around them as street lamps flickered on, their weak glow no match for the fading daylight.
“Should we wrap this date up with a drink?” Hiro asked, hands in his pockets as he glanced at Frieda with a teasing grin.
Frieda’s eyes narrowed, her voice laced with suspicion. “What are you planning, Hiro? Trying to get me drunk to pull something?”
Hiro raised his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, hold up! It’s just juice. Unless…” He leaned closer, his grin widening. “Are you weak against alcohol?”
“I… I’ve never tasted alcohol before,” she admitted hesitantly, folding her arms.
“Then this is the perfect time to try it.”
Frieda huffed, stepping back. “I might as well leave my treasure in the hands of a thief. No thanks.”
“Treasure, huh? That’s a nice analogy,” Hiro said with a laugh. “Fine, no drinks. Let’s just talk instead.”
Frieda tilted her head, studying him. Despite his carefree demeanor, Hiro had been considerate all day. He paid for everything, teased but never crossed a line, and treated her like a person, not a pedestal to place on high.
As they walked down the cobbled street, heads turned. Frieda’s elegant appearance, highlighted by the outfits Hiro had chosen, drew every gaze like moths to a flame.
“You’re popular,” Hiro said, smirking. “As my first date, this makes me proud.”
She promptly elbowed him in the stomach.
Hiro groaned dramatically, clutching his chest. “Ah, you wound me!” He stuck his tongue out playfully, his grin unfazed.
Frieda shook her head, unable to suppress the small smile creeping onto her lips.
When they reached the street’s end, Hiro turned to her, his expression softening. “Frieda… you showed me something today. Beneath all the noble grace and duty, you’re just a normal girl. And honestly? I like that about you.”
Frieda froze, her face heating at his words. “I-I’m not a normal girl, Hiro,” she stammered.
“Well, maybe not normal,” Hiro said, leaning closer, his tone playful. “You’re special. In the best way.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could respond, Hiro’s head snapped to the side.
“Hey, old man,” he said casually, his voice losing its warmth. “It’s rude to spy on a date.”
Frieda blinked, startled. She followed his gaze to see a man leaning casually against the wall, his hat casting a shadow over his sharp eyes. Kenny Ackerman.
“Well, I’m not spying. Just watching over my lady,” Kenny said with a smirk, tipping his hat.
Hiro chuckled, stepping protectively in front of Frieda. “Relax, old hat. I’ll take good care of her. Besides, her personality’s totally my type.”
Frieda’s face turned crimson. “H-Hiro!”
Kenny’s smirk widened. “You’ve got guts, kid. But guts’ll only get you so far.”
Before Hiro could respond, Kenny lunged, throwing a punch faster than Frieda could track.
Clang!
Hiro caught the fist effortlessly, his arm steady as stone. Kenny’s eyes narrowed, his smirk fading into a frown.
“You’re quick, old man, but not quick enough,” Hiro said, his voice cool.
Kenny yanked his arm back, his stance shifting into a battle-ready position. “You’re not normal. Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Iron Man,” Hiro said with a smirk.
Kenny stared at him, unimpressed.
“Kidding, kidding. I’m Hiro. A traveler from another world.”
“I don’t have time for jokes,” Kenny growled, launching another attack.
Hiro dodged with ease, sidestepping the strikes and countering with a swift kick to Kenny’s ribs. Kenny staggered but recovered quickly, his knives flashing as he lunged again.
“Your reflexes are insane,” Kenny muttered, his attacks relentless.
“And you’re persistent,” Hiro replied, dodging another strike and flipping backward. “But this is getting boring.”
With a burst of speed, Hiro closed the distance, delivering a precise kick to Kenny’s jaw. The older man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Frieda’s gasp broke the tense silence. “Hiro… what are you?”
Hiro turned to her, brushing off his hands. “Just a guy who’s really good at staying alive.” He grinned, his playful tone returning. “What’s wrong? Did you fall for me just now? Is your ideal man a violent one?”
Frieda ignored his teasing, stepping closer. Her gaze was serious now. “Are you a descendant of the Oriental Clan? Or an Ackerman?”
Hiro blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in her voice. “No clue. And why are you asking? Planning to propose or something?”
Frieda’s expression softened, her lips curving into a small smile. She stepped back, regaining her composure. “If you ever visit Wall Sina, come to my house.” She recited her address, her voice steady.
Hiro tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Is this your way of confessing?”
She shook her head, though her cheeks turned pink. “I’m inviting my first friend. Don’t read too much into it.”
Hiro smiled, his teasing demeanor giving way to genuine warmth. “I’ll visit, Frieda. You can count on it.”
As Frieda helped Kenny to his feet, Hiro gave him a nice bitch slap to wake him up. Kenny groaned, glaring at Hiro.
*Slap*Slap*Slap
Frieda who saw this understood that he lacks manners.
“Did you really have to slap me, brat?”
“Didn’t want to waste water waking you up,” Hiro said with a shrug.
As Frieda walked away, she turned back briefly. “I hope we meet again.”
Hiro watched her go, his smile lingering. “So do I.”
Turning back to the unconscious Kenny, he muttered, “That Karl Fritz guy… just wait. You’re the last one I will deal in this island.”
' Sage did you copied her mind frequency waves and soul structure'
{Answer, yes}
'Good, it will help in the future.
Chapter 9: Anger
Chapter Text
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(Hiro’s POV)
The town lay shrouded in the quiet weight of the night, the silence broken only by the faint creak of his footsteps as he stepped through dimly lit streets. He needed a place to stay—a bed for one night would do. Soon, he found a small, almost forgotten hotel at the edge of town. He rented a room, barely speaking to the clerk, and waited.
As the hours slipped by, he felt the familiar pull, the restlessness gnawing at his core. Midnight drew near, and the full moon bathed the sky in a haunting glow.
Now he stood high above, balancing on the edge of Wall Rose, his gaze fixed on the moonlit land stretching endlessly below. The view was almost peaceful, an eerie calm before the storm. If he had a phone, he would’ve snapped a selfie of the surreal, silent beauty spread before him.
"Can’t see why Eren hates these walls so much,” he muttered, the faintest smirk touching his lips. "But I guess we’re born different, aren’t we? Hahaha”
A flicker of flame caught his eye—a fire that belonged not to this world, but to the realm of vengeance. He felt the transformation surge through him like a tempest, tearing through his mortal skin until only the fiery specter remained: the Ghost Rider.
The thrill of power coursed through him as he took his first step along the wall’s spine, flames igniting beneath his boots. His bones burned with purpose, and as he broke into a run, the shadows around him shifted and multiplied. One by one, his clones began to take shape, each bearing his relentless rage, each a messenger of punishment for those who had preyed on the innocent.
With godlike speed and fury, he unleashed a legion of over 5,000 riders, their spectral figures dispersing across Wall Rose like an army of phantoms. They moved swiftly, covering every corner, every dark alley, as the night filled with the faint, haunting sounds of chains and distant, echoing cries of terror.
Tonight, the night itself would know fear. And Hiro, with his army of burning shadows, would be its harbinger.
Most of his clones went to Police and Noble's houses.
Then Hiro went to one of the Big mansion in Wall Rose. He heard screams from there and so he went to that place. Then he saw A fat middle-aged man trying to rape a 14 years old girl with his eyes
Hiro kicked the door and That pig saw a ghost rider coming inside the room creepily and staring at them. Then he saw the girl.
" Please *sob* Save me, *sob I want to *sob* see my parents" she started crying.
'Thank God, I made it in time, she is safe. Now I will take care of this pig.'
Then Hiro gave a death gaze to him which made to fall to his knees.
" Y... You stop r... right there, I will kill this girl if you make a move" he said and tried to catch the girl but Ghost Rider already appeared in front of the girl before that pig tried to catch her.
*SHING*
A blade flew right between the two of them and cut off the bastard's dick
"AAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Now without a dick, the bastard was lying on the floor with blood pouring from his crotch and tears from his eyes
"Stop crying like a pig scum."
He went towards the bastard crying over his lost appendage.
"Don't worry I don't plan to take too long with you, I have other places to go to afterward."
As he said that, he picked the bastard up with one hand with his grip on scum hair, and with the other, he made stakes with his Hellfire construct ability, and then he pierce each shoulder, propping him up on the wall.
he just ripped the bastard's arms and legs off with brute force and cauterized the wound so he won't instantly die, but will feel a lot of pain.
he made a baton in his other hand, the worst part, and the thing that frightened the pig most was that it was glowing red and exuding a very high temperature.
"No! No! Plea-AAHHHHHHH!!!"
With no mercy he rammed it inside of the bastard, he screamed for a moment and then passed while foaming at the mouth.
Hiro didn't waste a moment. He grabbed the man by the collar, yanking him up from the floor. With a resounding slap—SLAP, SLAP, SLAP—he forced the man’s eyes open, bringing his face inches from the terrifying, fiery hollow that was Hiro’s own.
“Look into my eyes,” Hiro commanded, his voice low and deadly.
The man’s terrified gaze met Hiro’s, and in that instant, he saw it all—his own sins, every cruel, depraved act he’d committed, replayed before him in vivid, excruciating detail. His soul shattered under the weight of his own guilt, and he died writhing in agony, terror frozen on his face, having felt every ounce of the suffering he’d inflicted on others.
Hiro turned to see the girl, barely 14, standing in the corner, still trembling but looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.
“Thank you…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Hiro placed a gentle hand on her head, a momentary softness in his fierce demeanor. “Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “Everything will be alright.”
With that, he left the place, his thoughts dark and conflicted. Every night, he wondered if this brutal form of justice was taking things too far. But with each soul he judged, he saw the monstrous ugliness of their hearts and knew that perhaps, for creatures like these, there was no other way. He issued a silent order to his clones: no mercy tonight.
Let the world tremble with fear. Let the world know the pain.
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The Next Day
By morning, Wall Rose was in complete chaos. Rumors spread like wildfire, each one more terrifying than the last. The Ghost Rider had come, leaving a trail of judgment in his wake. Entire sections of the government had collapsed, paralyzed by the number of officials who had vanished in the night. More than 97,000 souls had perished, many of them high-ranking nobles, corrupt officials, and military officers who had ruled with cruelty for years.
The whispers grew louder, and a name took root in the city: Ghost the Ripper. Terrified nobles huddled in secret, clutching their sins close, trying to hide from the one who could see it all. Some fled underground, to the deepest, most hidden parts of Wall Sina, foolishly believing they could escape the judgment of the Ghost Rider.
But there was no hiding from the Rider. He would find them, no matter where they went.
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In a hidden chamber, far beneath Wall Sina, a group of the most powerful nobles gathered in desperation. The walls of the room, cold and damp, seemed to close in on them as each noble waited in silence, the weight of dread hanging thick in the air. Even here, the shadows whispered of Ghost the Ripper, their fear a palpable force.
Finally, the heavy door swung open, and Frieda entered, her father by her side, flanked by the ever-watchful Kenny. Her expression was stoic, hiding the uneasiness that gnawed at her as she glanced around the room.
Each noble’s face was etched with terror, a silent plea in their eyes as they looked to her for answers. But there were none.
The Ghost Rider will come for them all, and it was only a matter of time before he made his way here.
Chapter 10: Meeting
Chapter Text
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Mitras, Wall Sina – Late in the Night
The royal capital of Mitras stood eerily silent under the moonlight. Within its towering walls and sprawling streets of opulence, the whispers of rebellion and fear remained confined to the shadows. In the heart of the city, inside the grand capitol building, the King's Assembly convened. These late-night meetings had become routine, a veil for the secrets they dared not discuss during daylight.
Four prominent figures sat around an ornate table: Aurille, Deltoff, Gerald, and Roderich. Their expressions varied from irritation to mild amusement as they sipped fine wine, cloaking their unease with arrogance. Tonight's meeting, however, carried a sharper edge of fear.
The topic of discussion was the same as always.
Ghost the Ripper.
This spectral figure, a blazing demon of wrath, had upended the balance of power in the walls. Initially dismissed as an anomaly, the Ghost’s relentless crusade had slaughtered countless nobles, stripped the wealthy of their assets, and inspired whispers of defiance among the oppressed masses. Worse still, rumors suggested that some of the commoners had begun to worship the Ripper, calling him a savior rather than a menace.
Aurille, a bloated man with a permanent scowl, slammed a report onto the table, his cheeks flushed from anger—or perhaps the wine.
“This cannot continue!” he bellowed, spittle flying as he gestured wildly. “This thing has slaughtered 70% of our peers in Wall Maria and Wall Rose! If we don’t act now, it’s only a matter of time before he comes for us! We must demand the Queen use her powers to end him!”
Deltoff leaned back lazily in his chair, swirling the wine in his goblet. He was unbothered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, spare us, Aurille. Every week, it’s the same hysteria. The Ghost hasn’t stepped foot in Wall Sina, has he? You’re just upset because you lost your precious investments in Wall Rose.”
Aurille’s fists clenched, his face turning crimson. “You idiot! You think your position makes you untouchable? He will not stop at Wall Rose! You’re as blind as the sheep you pretend to govern!”
“Enough,” Roderich interrupted, his voice cold and dispassionate. The high-ranking priest of the Wall Cult adjusted his golden necklace, his calm demeanor barely concealing his disdain for the ongoing argument. “Aurille, the Queen’s power is absolute. If this Ghost dares step within Wall Sina, she will erase him. Until then, your paranoia is unbecoming.”
Aurille turned to him, his face a mask of incredulity. “And what about the heretics chanting his name? Your Wall Cult has been losing followers because of this demon! Or do you not care as long as the Queen shields you from reality?”
Roderich’s lips curled into a sneer. “Do not presume to lecture me on faith. The faithful of the Walls will endure, just as they always have. A few fools worshipping a demon are no threat to the truth.”
Before Aurille could fire back, the doors to the chamber creaked open, the sound echoing through the room like a warning. All four men froze, their expressions snapping to rigid masks of propriety.
Into the room stepped Frieda Reiss, the Queen of the Walls. Clad in a flowing gown and exuding an air of quiet authority, she was flanked by her father, Rod Reiss, and her bodyguard, Kenny Ackerman.
The assembly quickly rose to their feet, bowing low.
“Your Highness,” they intoned in unison.
Frieda’s calm gaze swept across the room, lingering briefly on Aurille’s trembling form. “What were you discussing so fervently, Aurille?” she asked, her tone gentle but laced with steel.
Aurille stammered, his previous bravado evaporating under her scrutiny. “N-nothing of importance, Your Highness. Just a trivial matter of finances.”
Deltoff, eager to shift the Queen’s focus, added, “Aurille has been… emotional lately, Your Grace. Too much wine, I’m afraid.”
Frieda raised an eyebrow, but before she could respond, her father, Rod, spoke up.
“Let us begin the meeting,” he said, his voice oily as he gestured for Frieda to take her seat. He settled into his own chair with a groan, his corpulent form spilling over the edges.
The tension in the room thickened as the Queen took her place at the head of the table. Kenny Ackerman stood behind her, his hat casting a shadow over his sharp eyes. His mere presence was a warning: this meeting was under her watchful gaze, and any dissent would be met with swift retribution.
Frieda folded her hands on the table, her serene expression masking the turmoil within. “The Ghost Rider’s actions have been a subject of concern for weeks,” she began, her voice steady. “But I must remind you all that he has not crossed into Wall Sina. Until such a time, we must focus on maintaining order and stability. I will not make any move and I won't use my powers in This world. I want to live inside the Walls...I want to enjoy this brief paradise, this world without conflict”
Aurille’s fists clenched at his sides. “With all due respect, Your Grace, stability is impossible with this demon lurking outside our walls! We cannot wait for him to strike first!”
Frieda’s gaze sharpened, silencing him. “Aurille, your fear is clouding your judgment. If Ghost the Ripper becomes a threat to Wall Sina, I will act. Until then, I will not squander my power on paranoia.”
Aurille’s mouth opened to protest, but Kenny’s low chuckle stopped him. The bodyguard’s voice was like gravel as he leaned closer.
“Careful, Aurille,” Kenny drawled. “You’re starting to sound like someone who doubts the Queen’s wisdom. That kind of talk doesn’t end well.”
Aurille paled, his words dying in his throat.
As the meeting continued, Frieda’s calm yet commanding presence kept the dissenters in check. But deep in the shadows of Mitras, the Ghost Rider’s vengeance burned ever brighter, and the capital’s days of peace were numbered.
" I will protect the peace if he tried to destroy it. If you want I will defend you all." She said to them, But Karl won't do anything if This Ghost rider is from Marley. From the reports, he thought this ghost is a hybrid of Warhammer Titan. He doesn't care, if he comes to kill her and take his titan powers.
They thought for a while. Except for Aurillie, they thought that it is okay because she will protect them. Aurillie can't do anything, he doesn't have power. So he just has to hide under her shadow. But from her words, he felt she will not use her powers. He just prayed to God for an escape route. She read their facial expressions and said to them.
"No one has the right to question because everyone is a sinner." after hearing this every one left the room.
Freida Reiss sat in the dimly lit chamber, her gaze fixed on the ornate chandelier above, as her father's insistent chatter grated on her nerves. Rod Reiss, bloated with self-importance and fear, leaned closer, his tone hushed yet eager.
“Freida, you must take this demon's power and pass it on to your sister or brother. Imagine how our family would—”
“Father,” Freida’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. Her piercing gaze, now glowing faintly with a divine power she seldom unleashed, silenced him immediately. “Please, shut your mouth.”
Rod froze, his breath caught in his throat. Even in his drunken arrogance, he knew not to cross her when she adopted that tone. Kenny Ackerman, leaning lazily against the chamber wall, barked out a laugh.
“What a spineless pig you are,” Kenny muttered, his grin wide. “Scared of your own daughter. Never gets old.”
Rod flushed red but said nothing, instead retreating to a corner of the room, sulking like a chastised child. Freida turned back to the table, her serene expression returning.
Her words from earlier echoed in her mind.
"I will not make a move or use my powers in this world. I want to enjoy this brief paradise, this world without conflict."
The members of her assembly had accepted this, save for Aurille, whose muttered complaints were drowned out by his cowardice. Freida could see through their veiled relief—they were content to let her act as their shield, as long as they bore no responsibility themselves. They thought her promise of protection would ensure their survival, but Freida knew better.
"No one has the right to question, because everyone is a sinner."
She smiled faintly at the memory of their faces—Rod’s piggish anxiety, Aurille’s impotent rage, and the others’ cautious relief. Hypocrites, all of them.
As the chamber emptied, leaving her alone with Kenny, she leaned back in her chair, her thoughts drifting to a face she hadn’t seen in days: Hiro.
---
Freida clasped her hands in her lap, her eyes softening as memories of Hiro surfaced unbidden. She thought of his carefree laughter, his boldness, and the way he spoke to her without deference or fear. Unlike the sycophants around her, he treated her like a person, not a queen or a god.
Why was she worrying about him now?
The rumors of the Ghost Rider had unsettled her. A demon, they called him—a flaming specter of vengeance. Some whispered he was an angel who punished the wicked, while others claimed he was a harbinger of chaos. She feared Hiro might be caught in the crossfire if the Ghost Rider decided to unleash his wrath within the Walls.
Her fingers traced absent patterns on the table as she remembered Hiro’s smile. His jokes—half of which were ridiculous—lingered in her mind. He had a way of making her laugh, even when she didn’t want to.
"It’s not like I’m in love with him," she thought, trying to push away the warmth rising in her chest.
But the feelings remained.
Her lips curled into a soft smile as she recalled his words and the moments they’d shared. She couldn’t stop herself from hoping he’d return to her. She wanted to see him again, to hear his laugh, to share more memories with him.
Freida sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Idiot,” she whispered to herself, the smile never fading.
---
Meanwhile, the Wall Cult was in uproar.
The high priests denounced the Ghost Rider as a demon, a destroyer of the peace. They called upon their followers to reject him, to place their faith solely in the Walls that had protected them for a century.
But dissent was growing among the populace.
In hushed voices, many whispered that the Ghost Rider was not a demon but an angel sent from heaven to punish evil. They spoke of his fiery wrath as justice, not destruction.
Arguments erupted in taverns and marketplaces, dividing the faithful.
“Don’t be a fool! He’s a monster, no better than the Titans!” shouted one devout follower.
“And what has the Wall Cult done for us?” retorted another. “This Ghost Rider punishes the wicked, the ones who prey on us!”
The tensions simmered, threatening to boil over. In the shadows, Freida watched these developments with unease, her mind returning again and again to Hiro.
"Will you return to me, Hiro? Or will this demon claim us all before you do?"
Chapter 11: Plans
Chapter Text
Hiro stood silently in the dense forest, Zarathos's voice echoing in his mind.
"Are you going to take a break this time too?" Zarathos asked, his tone laced with slight amusement.
Hiro shook his head as he strode forward. "No. I found out my brother isn’t on this island. So I need to search for him in the outside world. To do that, I’ll have to cross the ocean. That’s why I’m speeding things up."
Zarathos, ever the pragmatist, countered, "If you consume the collected souls, you’ll become far stronger. With enough power, you could read every soul on the planet without having to move a muscle."
Hiro frowned but didn’t stop walking. "No, I can’t risk that. If I consume them, the number of souls required for my evolution will also increase. I need to stay efficient."
For a moment, Zarathos was silent, then offered his agreement. Hiro felt the faintest tinge of approval in the demon’s voice as they continued their journey.
As Hiro neared the forest's edge, he felt a familiar sensation ripple through his senses—a concentrated mass of sin buried deep underground.
"It’s a cesspool of trash," Hiro muttered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Sinners gathering to hide."
"Sage," Hiro commanded, his voice low but firm. "Teleport me underground."
{Answer: Teleportation will commence in three seconds.}
Hiro cracked his neck, preparing for the confrontation. "I’ll transform now."
In an instant, Hiro vanished, reappearing in the center of a vast underground chamber. The air was thick with the stench of sin and despair, the dim light flickering against the stone walls.
"Sage, create 2,000 clones."
In mere seconds, the chamber filled with exact replicas of Hiro, each standing at the ready. Hiro’s eyes glimmered with excitement as he surveyed his new army. The flaming skeletons that materialized alongside his clones reminded him of one of his favorite stories, Solo Leveling.
"Sung Jin-Woo would’ve been proud," he thought with a grin. Raising his hand, he gave the order.
"March."
The underground chamber erupted into chaos as Hiro’s army surged forward, flames illuminating the dark space. Sinners—nobles and criminals alike—screamed as they were hunted down. By the time Hiro left, the underground stronghold was a smoldering ruin.
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Shiganshina, Wall Maria
Mikasa Ackerman’s family had finally moved to Shiganshina. Her father had reluctantly agreed after much persuasion from her mother, starting a small business in the town. Though Mikasa herself had mixed feelings about the move, she couldn’t deny the excitement of being closer to Eren and Armin.
As she walked toward Eren’s house, she smiled at the sight of her friend playing with a dog in the front yard.
"Eren," Mikasa began, her voice carrying a rare lightness, "I’m going to have a brother or sister soon. Just like you said—a stork carried a baby and placed it in Mother’s belly."
Eren puffed out his chest, grinning smugly. "See? I told you I was right. I’m a genius!"
Armin, standing nearby, furrowed his brow. "But how does a stork carry a baby? Wouldn’t it fall? And how does it put it… in a woman?"
Mikasa and Eren exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. Armin’s confusion only deepened, but the trio soon set off into the nearby woods to gather sticks for the coming winter.
By the time they returned, their arms laden with firewood, Armin’s grandfather had caught up with them.
"Hello, Mr. Arlert," Eren greeted nervously, shifting the weight of the sticks on his back.
The elderly man chuckled warmly, patting Eren’s head. "Hello, Eren, Mikasa. I see you two are hard at work preparing for winter."
"Yeah," Eren replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Mom says I need to help out more."
"Good. It’s better than arguing with her all the time, isn’t it?" Mr. Arlert teased, earning laughter from Mikasa and Armin at Eren’s expense.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of shouting near the town’s entrance.
"Is it them again?" Armin asked, his tone cautious.
"Seems like it," Mr. Arlert replied, motioning for the children to follow him.
At the gate, a crowd had gathered around a group of hooded figures. The leader stood atop a makeshift platform, his voice booming as he addressed the townsfolk. A wooden Phoenix-shaped pendant hung from his neck, swaying with his impassioned gestures.
"We are the Order of Justice!" the man proclaimed. "The Ghost Rider is no demon, but an angel sent to punish the wicked and protect the innocent! The Wallists would have you believe otherwise, but their faith is built on lies!"
The crowd murmured in agreement, many nodding along to his words. Among them, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel a spark of admiration for the mysterious figure they called the Ghost Rider. Because she know who Ghost rider is.
"Come on, Armin," Mr. Arlert said, nudging his grandson gently. "We’ve heard enough for today."
Eren and Mikasa lingered for a moment longer before following him home, their thoughts filled with questions about the fiery specter who had become the subject of so much debate.
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Survey Corps HQ
Erwin Smith read the news reports about the mysterious figure known as Ghost Rider. His lips curled into a rare smile as he closed the paper and leaned back in his chair.
"Oi, Erwin. What's with the grin?" Levi Ackerman asked, his sharp eyes narrowing as he leaned against the doorframe.
Erwin turned his gaze toward Levi, a glimmer of satisfaction evident in his expression. "Ghost Rider," he began, "will bring judgment to the nobles for their past crimes."
Levi frowned, confused. "Since when do you care about some flaming skeleton? You’ve got Titans to worry about."
Erwin's expression darkened slightly as memories of his father flashed through his mind. "My father was killed because of their lies. His truth was buried, and I was too foolish to save him. If this Ghost Rider truly delivers justice... I won't shed a tear for the scum he burns."
Levi crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Tch. Justice from some spooky bedtime story. If he exists, I'll believe it when I see it."
Across the Walls
The impact of Ghost Rider's actions rippled through the upper echelons of society. Fear gripped the remaining corrupt nobles. Whispers of his fiery vengeance spread like wildfire. Many, too cowardly to face judgment, chose to end their lives rather than face Ghost Rider's penance stare.
Even Freida Reiss, the current inheritor of the Founding Titan, felt the weight of her own existence. Sitting in her chambers, she contemplated her life.
"Perhaps my time is near," she murmured, staring into the flame of a solitary candle. Though she had not committed evil deeds, the power she bore—the Founding Titan—was intrinsically tied to the sins of her family. She accepted that her end, if it came, might be deserved.
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Soumya's POV
Soumya was furious. This wasn’t how his story was supposed to go. He’d been reincarnated into the world of Attack on Titan with a gaming system, a cheat tool to make him powerful. His dream was simple: live the good life and build a harem with the beautiful female leads.
His plan was perfect—or so he thought. First, he would save Mikasa from her tragic past and make her fall in love with him. But the thugs who were supposed to kidnap her never returned. The next day, he learned about a massacre, the work of a flaming skeleton monster—Ghost Rider.
"Why the hell is he here?!" Soumya raged. His system offered no answers, and his carefully constructed script to replace Eren Yeager in Mikasa’s life crumbled to ash.
Days later, Mikasa moved to Shiganshina anyway, settling into the Yeager household as if fate itself mocked him. Soumya seethed as he watched her bond with Eren grow naturally.
"Damn it! Even without me saving her, she still clings to that crybaby bastard! What kind of cursed fate is this?" he muttered, pacing in his dimly lit room.
He turned his focus to new plans. The Colossal Titan’s attack would be his moment. He would get close to Eren's and Mikasa’s families, win their favor, and later he make Eren, Mikasa mother his Salves, eventually make them part of his harem too. Once he had the Attack Titan, no one could stop him.
"Heh, I'll even make Historia my queen. Then I’ll rule this pathetic island and have everything I want!" he said, grinning like the perverted villain he was.
His delusions were interrupted when the world around him suddenly froze. People stopped moving, and even time itself seemed to halt.
"What the—?" he stammered, his system unresponsive for the first time. Then, a blinding light appeared before him, and a figure emerged. It was humanoid, but its body was entirely white, featureless except for a mouth.
The being spoke, its voice cold and detached. "You have disappointed me, Soumya."
Soumya fell to his knees, trembling. "W-who are you?"
"I am the one who sent you here," the figure replied. "I had hoped you would be a useful tool in my plans. Instead, your every thought revolves around debauchery and destruction. Your toxic desires disgust me."
Soumya's eyes widened in fear. "Please, give me another chance! I’ll prove myself! I’ll change!"
The figure sneered. "Change? You are beyond redemption. You are a parasite, leeching off this world with no regard for anything but your twisted fantasies."
With a snap of its fingers, the being uttered a single word:
"Delete."
Soumya's body disintegrated into nothingness, erased from existence.
'Japan culture Isekai stories lied to me'
The figure lingered for a moment, reflecting. "Fortunately, Hiro and his brother are far more promising. Hiro's discipline and focus are admirable. I like that. As for his brother... facing three demons immediately after arriving in another world? And his partner is pitiful hero. That will be an interesting journey."
"Then My Boss choice is correct to use them, as expected of My boss. Lets check Hiro brother for now."
With that, the figure vanished, leaving the world of Attack on Titan to continue, unburdened by Soumya's toxic presence.