Overwhelming Firepower - Chapter 7: Ironhold

In her previous lifetime, they had married for five years. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like an old shoe.

For Cain, the promised land of opportunity in the Pokémon World was not the paradise he imagined. Instead, he fell into the hands of the sinister Team Rocket, a prisoner on an island where darkness devours hope.However, even in the most desperate moments, fate did not abandon him entirely. A strange twist brings him back to the beginning of it all, to the place where his dreams were buried under the shadows.Now, with the knowledge and scars of his previous life, Cain has the chance to correct the course of his destiny.Free from the chains of the past, he must forge his own path in a world full of mysteries and dangers. With new allies and old enemies, the battle for his freedom will not be easy, but Cain has decided that this time he will not fail. Neither against the Pokémon nor the humans who stand in his way.

He is an Actor.

He is a Conspirator.

He is a God.

Uehara Naraku transmigrated into the Anime World with a single purpose of becoming the biggest boss in the world. Watch as he travels different worlds and turns them upside down using his acting skill and conspiracy behind everyone’s back.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.