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The Copyist of Everything Season 1

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Chapter 1 - The Traveler From a World Without Tomorrow

The night didn't begin with thunder, destiny, or any omen grand enough to warn me. It began with a quiet sigh — mine — exhaled in a dim, cramped room as I scrolled to the newest chapter of One Punch Man. I never imagined a single breath could split the world in half.

But the moment my eyes closed, a white crack tore across the air — not light from any bulb, but a fracture slicing straight through reality. Sound vanished. My room disintegrated like dust swept away by a cosmic wind.

And I fell.

Not from the sky.

I fell out of my own world.

When I opened my eyes, I stood in a city being ripped apart. Sirens. Screams. People running in every direction. A giant monster hurled a block of concrete as if tossing a pebble.

I knew this place.

Even though I'd never been here, I knew.

City Z.

The world of One Punch Man.

On the ground lay a battered cyborg, half-destroyed, pushing himself up with trembling arms.

Genos.

My breath caught in my throat.

"He… he's real."

Then a cold notification appeared in front of my eyes:

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[REALITY LINK SYSTEM BOOTING]

Chosen Host: YOU

Authority: Copy 5% total power of any being you view directly.

Status: WEAK ENTITY – UNSUITED FOR THIS REALITY

Solution: Evolve by observing powerful beings.

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My whole body shook.

A system.

Power.

The OPM world.

All of it slammed into me like destiny's fist.

The monster charged. Genos braced for death.

I didn't know why my legs moved on their own. I wasn't a hero. I wasn't strong. But my heart was pounding so violently it drowned out fear.

And the moment my eyes locked onto Genos—

the system erupted.

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[COPIED 5% OF GENOS]

– Speed: +5%

– Reflex: +5%

– Heat Output: +5%

– Energy Core: 0.05%

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Fire surged through my veins.

I grabbed Genos and threw us out of the monster's strike. The hand slammed down, crushing an entire street into dust.

Genos stared at me — not shocked, but shaken to the core.

"A human like you… saved me?"

I couldn't speak.

Because a crushing pressure swept across the sky.

A figure appeared in front of me in the next instant.

A punch.

A breeze.

A soft pop like someone swatting a mosquito.

The monster ceased to exist.

And Saitama stood there, hand extended mid-punch, expression bored:

"Done."

My soul nearly left my body.

The system glitched violently:

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[WARNING: BEING BEYOND ALL MEASUREMENT DETECTED]

Entity classified as: ABSOLUTE

Copying 5% of Saitama: IMPOSSIBLE

Attempting minimal extraction of fundamental essence…

Success: 0.000000000000001% of 'Limitless Nature' acquired

Stabilizing… fragment granted: 0.00000001% 'Infinity Core'

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Cold terror crawled up my spine.

I didn't receive Saitama's strength…

But I received a fragment of the concept of infinity.

I didn't understand it — not yet — but someday the entire multiverse would tremble because of it.

Saitama looked at me, tilting his head:

"Who're you? Pretty gutsy for someone that fragile."

Genos supported me with one broken arm, voice trembling:

"Sensei… this man saved my life."

Saitama scratched his cheek.

"Oh. Nice."

Those simple words…

were the beginning of everything.

That night I sat alone on a rooftop in City Z, lights glittering below, listening as the system whispered in my mind:

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[FUTURE PROJECTION]

– You will face monsters beyond rank.

– You will encounter beings not of this universe.

– You will lose pain, memory, and pieces of your soul.

– And in the end…

you must choose: return home or stay.

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I asked, "Why me?"

The system spoke with a voice that felt like someone long dead:

[Because you are the last person who still believes this world is worth saving.]

My chest tightened.

For the first time in my life, I didn't think of myself.

I thought of them — Genos, Saitama, the ordinary citizens — and understood:

If I had to lose everything to save them,

I would.

SS1 ends with me standing on that rooftop, wind cold against my skin, hands still trembling — but my eyes no longer the same.

I was no longer a stranger dropped into an anime.

No longer a victim.

No longer weak.

I became the Traveler Without Tomorrow — carrying the stolen 5% of this world's power to rewrite the fate of all worlds.