Chapter 12: Attack On Titans, Part 1

[You have selected Attack on Titan.]
[Creating avatar.]
[There are three avatar options available.]
[Using the avatar function grants additional points.]

Having reached level 40, the avatar function was unlocked.

[1. Eren Yeager
-Died by decapitation at the hands of a loved one to save the people he cared for.
-His lover, Mikasa, was NTR’d by his comrade, Jean.
[2. Grisha Yeager
-Lost his wife twice.
-Both times due to his own son.
-All orchestrated by his son, Eren Yeager.
[3. Jean Kirstein
-Successfully stole Mikasa, Eren’s lover.
-Impregnated Mikasa in Eren’s stead.]

‘How disturbing.’

Attack on Titan is a masterpiece.

This isn’t just my opinion; it’s widely acknowledged.

The story masterfully resolves the plot threads established from the very first episode.

I find the author incredibly talented. It’s rare for a popular series to maintain its quality throughout its run, especially compared to recent works like My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Oshi no Ko.

At least My Hero Academia managed to regain some favor with its revised ending.

‘Still…’

Despite the revised ending, the original ending lingers in my mind.

The story begins with, “This is the story of how I became the greatest hero,” and ends with the protagonist being abandoned by everyone and losing his Quirk… Utterly bewildering.

I expected him to become the No. 1 hero, like All Might, a symbol recognized by all, including Izuku Midoriya.

‘This is truly unsettling.’

I reviewed the avatar options.

[1. Eren Yeager
-Died by decapitation at the hands of a loved one to save the people he cared for.
-His lover, Mikasa, was NTR’d by his comrade, Jean.
[2. Grisha Yeager
-Lost his wife twice.
-Both times due to his own son.
-All orchestrated by his son, Eren Yeager.
[3. Jean Kirstein
-Successfully stole Mikasa, Eren’s lover.
-Impregnated Mikasa in Eren’s stead.]

I strongly desired to enter the world without an avatar, but I opted for one of the options for the bonus points.

‘If only I weren’t so desperate for points, I would have entered with my own body.’

I couldn’t enter the My Hero Academia world until I grew stronger to face the final boss.

Shinobu was injured in the Demon Slayer world, so I wouldn’t return until I found a way to heal her.

Complaining was pointless, so I made my choice.

‘I suppose choosing the protagonist is the best option.’

I selected option 1.

[You have selected Eren Yeager.]

I chose Eren Yeager not because I desired to experience NTR, but because fate is fluid.

Eren sacrificed himself due to his lack of power.

He lacked the strength to protect Paradis Island and its people from the outside world.

I was different. I possessed superhuman power, unlike Eren.

The power of the Demonic God.

I could protect those precious to me.

Especially Mikasa. I was deeply affected by the scene where she visited Eren’s grave with Jean’s child, but it stemmed from her love for Eren… It was understandable.

‘I’m coming for you.’

I chose Attack on Titan to meet Mikasa, my favorite character in the series.

[You can select the starting point of the story.]

‘One day before meeting Mikasa.’

I made my selection.

[You have selected Attack on Titan.]
[Starting the game.]

I entered the world of Attack on Titan.

The time was one day before the murder of Mikasa’s parents.

I sat at the dining table.

Carla Yeager, Eren’s mother, was cooking in the kitchen.

Across from me, Grisha Yeager, this body’s father, read the newspaper.

Eager to meet Mikasa, I spoke to Grisha.

“Dad, didn’t you say we’re meeting a girl named Mikasa tomorrow?”

“That’s right.”

“Let’s leave a little earlier.”

I fixed Grisha with an intense stare, and he nodded.

“Alright. There’s no harm in going a little early.”

Mikasa went about her usual routine.

Eating with her parents, helping her mother water the crops – just another ordinary day.

‘I’m so happy.’

Mikasa believed that no one in the world could be happier than her.

“Mikasa, what are you thinking about?”

She looked up to see her mother watching her.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s eat.”

“Okay.”

Lunch began.

“Eat your vegetables, dear!”

“Can’t I just skip them this once?”

“Oh, honestly. You’re setting a bad example for Mikasa.”

“A cool example?”

“Just eat your vegetables.”

Her parents bickered as usual, but Mikasa paid them no mind.

She knew it was playful banter.

Beneath their arguments lay a deep affection, reinforcing Mikasa’s belief in her own happiness.

“Is it good, Mikasa?”

“Yes, it’s delicious.”

“Eat a lot.”

Indeed, she was fortunate. Fortunate to have such wonderful parents.

Then, a knock echoed through the house.

“Hmm? Is that Mr. Yeager? He must be early.”

Her father went to the door.

He opened it, saying, “Welcome! Mr. Yeager…? Gah…”

‘Oh no.’

“Aaah! Honey, are you alright?”

Her mother’s scream pierced the air.

Blood seeped from her father’s stomach.

“How dare you hurt my husband! Gah… Aaah…”

The man who stabbed her father said, “Idiot! I told you not to stab the woman!”

“But… she resisted.”

Her mother collapsed, looking at her.

‘I’m sorry, my daughter.’

Ah, she had been mistaken.

The world wasn’t beautiful.

It was cruel.

Mikasa cursed her existence in this cruel world.