The Creatures That We Are - Chapter 74: -6F

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

Rin was a nobody—just a gamer with a love for manga—until death dragged him into another world.Reborn as Auren, the third prince of the cruel and war-hungry King Aurelus of Austerra, he enters a realm ruled by magic and divine systems. Every person is born with a Divine Frame—a gift that defines their class, power, and fate.Everyone… except him.Frameless. Powerless. Disposable. Auren is cast aside as a mistake that shouldn't exist. But hidden beneath that flaw is a terrifying truth: no Frame means no limits. With nothing holding him back, he begins mastering all paths—mage, warrior, healer, assassin—enhancing them with Earth’s forgotten science.In a world that thrives on order, Auren is chaos. And from that chaos, a legend is born.

“Hero, where are you going?”“To eat.”“Hero, where are you going?”“To the bathroom.”“Hero…!”“…”The woman who followed me everywhere… Ended up following me all the way to Earth.———A former hero who returned to Earth, now unemployed and just lazing around at home.Then, the saintess who came with him made a suggestion—“How about streaming?”“Hmm… This might actually be a good idea.”And so, the Hero & Saintess Healing Stream begins!

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!