As a transmigrator, An Ran was filled with a deep sense of melancholy. Not only had he transmigrated to a chaotic world where sexism was so pervasive that even boxers would have to admit defeat, but his cheat codes were also entirely composed of inherited, outdated code, offering a free door-opening and killing service. Disbot bumped into Altosh, a broken cup got smeared in the face by the bug lord, Teyvat collided with the heavens... Life was tough. To survive, An Ran could only become a man who was either getting stronger or on his way to becoming stronger.

Hyperion, a mysterious ship that travels through the sea of quantum, spans time, travels through space, and sails through various worlds. Unknowingly, more and more people are on board...

Kiana: "Captain, why is there one more!"

Mei: "Captain, can you explain this new sister?"

Bronya: "You playboy, go to Siberia and dig potatoes!"

Jizi: "Captain, what's the situation with this person who looks so much like me?"

…

Captain (sweating): "Ahem, I just want to give you a warm home. Let's talk it over. Put down the Nameless Realm and the Clear and Condensed Realm in your hands first..."

My name is Yamabuki Huajin.

I’m done pretending—time to come clean. I’m a transmigrator, and yes, I have a system.

My ability? Every day I wake up randomly in someone else’s bed and transform into a different anime character.

Today, I opened my eyes to find myself in Academy City, with Misaka Mikoto pointing her Railgun straight at me.

Bros, what do I do? Waiting online, kinda urgent.

PS: Friendly reminder—please throw your brain away before reading this.

PPS: The lack of logic is the logic of this story.

PPPS: ...Brains all gone? Then come on in.