It was supposed to be just another quiet afternoon.
The sun was warm. The skies were clear. And Saiki Kusuo had one thing on his mind.
"Coffee jelly…" he muttered in his thoughts, his deadpan expression not betraying the urgency in his heart.
"It's the last day of the sale. I can't miss it."
With a sigh and hands in his pockets, Saiki left his house and began his journey to the local store.
But as always, nothing in his life ever went according to plan.
The streets were filled with people, and for Saiki, that meant one thing: danger.
Not physical danger—he could handle that easily. No, this was far worse.
Social danger.
He glanced to his right.
Nendou…
To his left.
Teruhashi…
Down the block.
Kaidou, Aren, and worst of all… his homeroom teacher.
"Just great," Saiki groaned internally. "Why is everyone outside today?"
He took a sharp turn into a back alley, using his clairvoyance to predict the movement of every annoying classmate, every loud dog, and every suspicious adult who might say, "Aren't you that Saiki kid?"
All just to reach the convenience store.
All for a single cup of coffee jelly.
But that's when it happened.
Just as Saiki ducked behind a corner to avoid Teruhashi's "Oh~ Saiki-kun!" squeal, a loose brick crumbled beneath his foot.
He slipped. It was minor. He didn't fall. He didn't even flinch.
But in that instant—his limiter dropped.
The pink device around his head fizzled, sparked, and snapped off.
"…"
He froze. The air stilled. The skies seemed to darken for a moment.
He didn't move.
"Okay. Don't panic," he told himself.
"I dropped the limiter. If I sneeze… the city goes with me."
"If I take a wrong step… I might split the Earth."
"Calm. Stay calm."
He took a breath. For someone who could warp reality, keeping himself from twitching was harder than destroying a planet.
"I'll just call Mom," he thought. "She can bring the spare limiter."
So, cautiously, Saiki closed his eyes. He reached out with his telepathy, carefully tuning his mind to his mother's familiar signal.
But something went wrong.
Terribly wrong.
The second his powers reached beyond the veil of thought, something snapped. A surge of energy erupted from within him—an explosion of pure psychic force that spiraled outward, distorting time, space, and gravity itself.
The city blurred.
The sky cracked.
And in a blink, everything disappeared.
Saiki opened his eyes.
There was no Tokyo.
No people. No ground beneath his feet. No sound.
He was floating.
Above. Below. Around.
A swirling, infinite cosmos.
Nebulas, galaxies, stars—and beyond them, millions of universes, each glowing with their own shape, color, and frequency.
"What… is this place?" he wondered, his voice echoing without sound.
Some worlds looked peaceful. Others burned with fire and war. Some were filled with machines. Others, with beasts and chaos.
Then, one caught his eye.
A world wrapped in light and storm, overflowing with strange energy.
It wasn't psychic. It was… ancient. Primordial.
"That one…" he muttered.
He focused. Within it, he saw glimpses—monsters, demons, dragons, magic, floating castles, swords and spells.
But unlike his own world, here... powers weren't feared. They were embraced.
He saw people training, not hiding.
He saw duels, not secrecy.
He saw freedom, not paranoia.
"A world like this…"
"Maybe I don't need a limiter here."
"Maybe… I won't be different."
For the first time in his life, Saiki Kusuo chose to go somewhere.
He drifted forward, letting his consciousness slip through the dimensional fabric. The closer he came, the more intense the energy became. But he didn't resist. He had already made his decision.
"Tensura," the name echoed in his mind—a world of magic, Demon Lords, True Dragons, Skills, and ancient power.
He didn't know the name. Not yet.
He didn't know what awaited him.
But he knew one thing.
"If there's any world where I can finally be normal… it's this one."
Drifting…
In a space where gravity held no meaning, where stars passed by like falling leaves, Saiki Kusuo floated silently. His body shimmered in pale psychic light, untouched by time or distance.
His eyes were open, but his thoughts were turned inward.
"Mom… Dad…"
He recalled the peaceful mornings of his home. His dad reading manga upside-down. His mom's gentle voice calling him for breakfast. His annoying classmates. His quiet room. His secret coffee jelly stash.
"That world is still spinning. With or without me."
But even now, Saiki wasn't panicking. He was just… thinking.
"Maybe, after I figure out where I am… and how to fix this, I'll find a way back."
"Maybe I'll finally find peace here, at least for a little while."
Then, as if reality answered his thoughts, a massive force pulled him downward.
He was being drawn to a world—the world of Tensura.
It had accepted him.
Or so he thought.
As Saiki's psychic form began to breach the atmosphere of the Cardinal World, a tremendous reaction occurred.
The magicules—the mystical energy that filled Tensura—began to clash violently with his psychic aura.
The skies rippled. The clouds split. Lightning surged without thunder.
"This… isn't normal," Saiki thought, calmly.
The planet's magical systems—its entire logic—were reacting to his presence like an immune system fighting a virus.
But this wasn't a virus.
This was something the world had never seen before.
The Voice of the World Awakens....
⬛ [Alert: Unknown Entity Detected]
⬛ [Analyzing Origin...]
⬛ [Error. Error. Error.]
⬛ [Power Type: Undefined. Reality Layering: Unknown. Existential Classification: UNKNOWN.]
The Voice of the World, the divine system created by Veldanava himself to govern balance and growth in Tensura, attempted to process what Saiki was.
It couldn't.
It had seen reincarnated souls. Summoned heroes. Beings with Unique and Ultimate Skills. Even entities born from pure magicules and chaos.
But this? This boy's power didn't come from magic.
It came from somewhere outside logic itself.
Saiki's presence caused the system's coding to shatter and loop endlessly.
⬛ [ERROR: Rebooting World Laws...]
Far above, in a dimension untouched by time or causality—the Origin Realm, where even True Dragons could not step—a man opened his golden eyes.
He had been asleep.
Or perhaps watching.
Or maybe both.
This was Veldanava, the Supreme One.
The Creator. The Architect of All.
And now… he was watching Saiki Kusuo.
"Hmm…" Veldanava muttered, seated atop a throne made of crystallized time itself. "What an interesting little thing you are…"
The golden light of infinity danced in his palm as he raised a single finger.
"The Voice can't even comprehend you? How delightful."
"A being outside my system… and yet here, you are."
"Well now, Saiki Kusuo… I wonder what chaos you'll bring to my beautiful creation."
He snapped his fingers once.
And in that instant—everything changed.
The clashing stopped.
The magicules calmed.
The violent reaction vanished.
It was as if the world itself suddenly accepted him, without knowing why.
"…That was odd," Saiki thought, floating slowly downward through the atmosphere now like a feather through sunlight.
He didn't know that the god of this world had just overridden the universe for him.
He didn't know that Veldanava, in all his divine curiosity, had allowed him to enter Tensura with full control of his powers—no limiter needed.
And he didn't know that his very presence would soon send shockwaves through the balance of the world.
Veldanava leaned back, resting his chin on his knuckles.
"The Demon Lords will tremble at his silence. The True Dragons will try to understand him. The Voice of the World will pretend he doesn't exist."
"Oh, this will be fun."
"Let the Cardinal World be shaken."
He chuckled softly, a sound that echoed across galaxies.
With a soft hum, Saiki finally landed in a quiet clearing of the Jura Forest.
He looked around. Tall trees. Clean air. No people.
"Peaceful. Good start."
He tapped his head, testing. No limiter. No feedback. No surges.
His powers flowed freely, silently, completely in his control.
"Interesting…"
"Maybe… this will work after all."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out… a perfectly sealed cup of coffee jelly.
Yes, he is able to make one appear now he does not need a limiter and has full control of his powers.
He sighed in relief and sat under a tree.
"Let's see how long this peace lasts."