Earth - United States - New York

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Amira. She lived in a small third-world country located in South Africa, but one day she suddenly found herself in a strange place, in the heart of New York City.

"Where am I?"

System Voice: Hello Amira, you have been reincarnated into a new body and transported to New York City.

Amira grabbed her head in pain as a strange voice sounded in her head.

"Right… I died… I was reincarnated…"

System Voice: You have been given a new life and a new opportunity to fulfill your destiny. You have been chosen to receive a Gamer System that will provide you with extraordinary abilities and help you achieve great things.

"Oh no…"

As the latest memories surfaced in her mind, Amira's face paled.

"W-Wait, who is this speaking in my head?! Is that you, system?!"

System Voice: I am the assistant of the Gamer System, and I have been created to help you in your journey, however, because of your bad attitude toward the system. Your powers will be sealed for approximately 3 years.

Amira was overwhelmed by this information and couldn't believe what was happening to her.

"..."

First, she decided to explore this new city and see what her new life had in store for her.

"Everyone here speaks English…"

As she was walking around blankly in the modern metropolitan city, Amira learned that she was reincarnated in a world with a modern world setting. At least she doesn't have to worry about accidentally stepping on some horse shit if it was a medieval one instead.

Amira noticed two cops talking to a taxi driver when suddenly one of them turned his sharp eyes to her.

"Oh shit!"

Amira cursed and immediately turned right to avoid running into them. Her heart was beating frantically as she prayed internally they won't come after her.

"..."

The black-skinned police officer squinted his eyes at the suspicious teenage girl for a few seconds before he grunted and returned back to what he was doing.

"Thank god."

Amira sighed relieved as she relaxed her posture and continued walking aimlessly in the crowded street. Because of her average looks of black hair, black eyes, and normal clothing, not a single one of them gave her more than a glance.

After walking for about half an hour, Amira got bored and decided to ask someone about the name of this city and also of the country. She fumbled by herself to construct a sentence with her limited knowledge of English before opening her mouth at the crowd around her.

"Excuze my. Name this city. Whut it is?"

"U-Umm. Pleaze."

"Countre, name?..."

As Amira tried her best to communicate with someone, all of them ignored her and just continued on their way as if she didn't even exist. Some blond guys even snorted and made fun of her stupidly bad English. But she didn't even understand what they were saying.

"G-Goodnye!"

Amira was embarrassed by the cold treatment, as she awkwardly walked into a random alley out of shame.

"What the hell is wrong with these people?!"

After finding a secluded corner. Amira screamed enraged as she punched the building beside her.

*Baaam* *Crack*

"Huh?"

Amira looked dumbfounded at the small cracks surrounding her fist on the concrete wall.

"This is…"

She opened and closed her mostly unharmed slender hand a few times before a giddy expression slowly bloomed on her face.

"Right! Even without the stupid system. I'm still a goddamn Saiyan!"

Now that she thought about it. She noticed that something was different about her. She felt stronger and more confident than ever before.

Must be because she is now of the Saiyan race. She is no longer a human.

"Hmm?"

She then came across a group of people who were being mugged.

Amira rolled her eyes at the stereotypical event and muttered.

"Can't you at least be a little bit original?..."

She shrugged her shoulders in disappointment and approached the group.

"Excusa my, are yee kay?"

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

The scared couple huddled together on the ground looked confused at the black-haired girl talking to them with a strange accent.

"N-No, they took all our money and valuables."

They said as they pointed at the 3 men escaping the crime scene. Even though Amira didn't know half of what they said, she still understood exactly what they want to convey.

"Dot worry, me help you."

Amira smirked confidently as she cracked her neck and looked towards the running robbers.

"Tutorial starts!"

With that shout, Amira jumped forward and went after them with incredible speed. Amira didn't notice the drastic difference in her personality as she would have never approached such rough and strong-looking foreign men fearlessly like that in her previous life. In fact, since the moment she opened her eyes to this world. Every fiber of her being is constantly screaming at her to punch something as soon as possible.

"HOLY SHIT!!"

The couple exclaimed in shock when the small girl passed beside them with inhuman speed. Actually, the girl herself has a panicked expression on her pale face.

"I can't stop!! Kyaaaaaa!!"

She screamed in horror as she slammed directly into one of the robbers that were a little behind the rest.

"Huh?" *Baaaaaam*

The guy only has the time to look around briefly before Amira's knee slammed into his side mercilessly. He was knocked out immediately as he was blown away, knocking down the other two in front of him.

"Joe?!"

"The fuck are you doing, man?!"

They cursed enraged as they quickly got up and threw the unconscious man away from them.

"What?"

"Joe?! What happened?!"

As the two noticed that something was amiss with their silent friend. Amira gulped nervously and muttered.

"...I-I can do this. I'm a Saiyan now." *Gulp*

With a determined look on her face, Amira approached the muggers quickly and tried to use her new abilities to stop the robbers in their tracks, but she failed miserably. The robbers easily overpowered her and left her lying on the ground, humiliated and defeated. The difference in skill and experience was too big for her to overcome with just brute power alone.

"The fuck you want, brat?!'

"Do you think you are batman or something?!"

The robbers said annoyed as one of them stepped on her head and pushed it hard against the asphalt below.

"Wake up to reality, little shit!"

"Ugh."

Amira was devastated. She had been given these powers, but now she couldn't even defend herself.

Just a moment ago, she thought that since she was a Saiyan now then maybe she is strong from the start and will make good money by working like a Marvel hero and helping people or something. But, that plan just went down the drain.

As expected, she had to find a normal way to make a living at least until the system seal is lifted.

Looking at the cold treatment she received back in the street, Amira is smart enough to realize that no one in this place will generously pay for her food and rent. Much less, an isolated plot of land or a large facility where she can train her body and Sayan's powers.

Now, she thought that being reincarnated in a medieval world is not that bad after all. Even with the stinking horse shit everywhere. There, at least could make a living as an adventurer, mercenary, knight, or hell even as a bandit.

She shuddered thinking about what would happen to her if she did any of that in this world. In her current strength, a nobody can just joke around and place a mere 9mm bullet to her head and then she's gone. Moreover, she wasn't sure she could take a Tsar Bomba or even less than that a simple Nuclear Bomb to the face unscathed even with the Gamer System and Saiyan powers completely mastered. She was really gambling hard on Saitama's durability on that front.

"Ouch… my sides…"

At that moment, the guy she knocked out first by sheer luck and accident suddenly woke up and slowly stood on his feet.

"Joe?"

The other guy looking at his friend stomping mercilessly at Amira's head turned to the one named Joe and snickered at him.

"Why are you laughing? What the hell happened…"

"Haha, dude. You actually got smocked by a little girl. You better hit the Gym more frequently man."

The thug named Joe finally remembered what happened as his eyes turned chilly cold and then he slowly looked down at Amira who was being suppressed by the other thug.

When the bruised Amira noticed him glaring at her, she paled and frantically tried to escape.

"You little…"

"No! Pluase–"

"Fucking bitch!" *Whaaam* *Crack*

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Amira screamed in pain as the thug kicked her mercilessly in the chest.

"Damn Joe."

"Something definitely snapped there."

As the other thugs whistled at the brutality of their friend, Amira suddenly started crying pitifully as she clutched her chest tightly in pain.

*Hic* "Me *Hic* sowery–Agh!"

The thug harshly grabbed Amira's hair and spat at her face.

*Pthuu* "Speak ACTUAL English, bitch."

Amira flinched frightened as she looked fearfully at the thug looking down at her with a sinister smirk on his face.

Is she going to die here?

"You there! Stop right there!"

At that moment, a loud voice sounded from afar.

"Fuck!"

"Shit! Run!"

When the other two thugs noticed a dark-skinned police officer running to their location with his right hand firmly placed on his gun, they cursed and quickly escaped into another alley.

"Damn it! Just when I was about to have some fun… Die bitch!" *Thwack*

However, the thug holding Amira's hair decided to slam her head against the hard asphalt one last time with sickening force before he also quickly escaped.

"Hey!! Stop! Damn it!"

As the black officer reached Amira, he crouched down to her and checked if she was unconscious or not.

"I know something was amiss, it's fortunate that I decided to follow you."

He said as he gently grabbed her hand and called out to her.

"Hey, sweetie. Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

Amira's vision was cloudy as she was barely able to make a human-shaped figure tending to her.

"Me… ugh. Can't… Ahh.. speak Englishu…"

"I can't hear you!"

With every word coming out of her mouth, Amira's consciousness slowly drifted away.

"No! Stay with me!"

The officer tried to make the girl stay awake but to no avail. She was already out cold, with blood coming out from her mouth and a terrible wound on her head.

"Damn it!"

The police officer immediately fetched his radio from his pocket and started shouting into it.

"Mayday! Mayday! Send medical help right now. One victim. A foreign black-haired teenage girl. Potential internal injuries–"

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-| Timeskip - 5 days |-

United States - New York Presbyterian Hospital

In one of the many operating rooms in the sophisticated Hospital. Almost every single doctor in the entire facility gathered around a single patient.

"This blood pressure!"

"It's insane!"

"Just how many bags of proteins has her body absorbed now?!"

"Such an incredible digestive system!"

All of them had expressions of awe and shock as they analyzed the data that they painstakingly gathered over the last 5 days.

"What about anesthesia? Are we sure that our sedatives will be effective on her?"

"We can use a combination of our standard anesthetics along with specialized medication tailored to her physiology. It won't be perfect, but it should work"

"Alright, let's prep her for surgery. Everyone, be careful and stay alert for any unexpected changes in her vital signs."

"Understood. Let's get to work."

The doctors quickly got to work, preparing the patient for surgery. They were all aware of the risks involved in the procedure, given the patient's unique physiology and the complexity of the operation. However, they were also determined to give the patient the best possible chance at a successful outcome.

As the surgery began, the doctors worked with intense focus and precision, carefully navigating the patient's organs and tissue. They made steady progress, their steady hands guided by the latest technology and medical knowledge.

Hours passed as the doctors continued their work. They were all exhausted, but none of them showed any signs of slowing down. They were determined to see the procedure through to the end, no matter how long it took.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the surgery was complete. The doctors breathed a collective sigh of relief as they stepped back from the bloody operating table.

"She's stable," one of them said, looking at the monitors. "Vitals are good. We did it."

There was a moment of silence, as everyone in the room processed the magnitude of what they had just achieved. They had pushed the limits of what was possible in modern medicine, and had succeeded in saving a life that many had thought was beyond salvation.

Slowly, the doctors began to pack up their equipment and prepare to leave the room. But even as they did so, they knew that their work was far from over.

*Baam*

At that moment, a dozen men in black suits and sunglasses hastily break into the operation room.

"FBI, no one is allowed to leave this room"

The doctors were stunned by the sudden intrusion of the FBI agents, their exhaustion and shock giving way to confusion and fear.

"What's going on? Why are you here?" one of the doctors asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"We have reason to believe that this patient is connected to a major criminal organization," one of the agents replied, his tone cold and authoritative. "We need to take her into custody for further questioning."

The doctors were taken aback by the revelation. They had no idea that their patient was involved in any criminal activity, and they had no intention of getting caught up in an FBI investigation.

But the agents were insistent, and there was little the doctors could do to resist. With heavy hearts, they watched as the patient was wheeled out of the operating room and taken into custody. The agents even took all the documents and erased all the data regarding the patient in the database of the Hospital.

As they packed up their equipment and left the hospital, the doctors couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They had saved a life, but at what cost? And what would become of their patient now that she was in the hands of the FBI? Only time would tell.

The doctors went home feeling exhausted and defeated. They couldn't shake off the feeling of unease and the sense that they had somehow failed their patient. As they tried to sleep, they couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the patient they had worked so hard to save.

Days turned into weeks, and the doctors heard nothing about the patient or the FBI investigation. They began to wonder if they would ever know what had happened to her. But then, one day, a letter arrived at the hospital addressed to the head surgeon who had led the operation.

Inside the letter was a note from the patient, thanking the doctors for saving her life and apologizing for the trouble she had caused. She explained that she had been forced into a life of crime and that the FBI had offered her a deal in exchange for information that could help them take down a major criminal organization.

The patient went on to explain that she had been given a new identity and was starting a new life, free from the dangers of her former life. She thanked the doctors once again for their hard work and dedication and wished them all the best.

The doctors read the letter with mixed emotions. Relief that the patient was alive and well, but also sadness that they would never be able to see her again. They realized that sometimes, in the world of modern medicine, saving a life meant letting go.

And so, they carried on with their work, determined to continue pushing the boundaries of what was possible in their field. They knew that they might never know the full story behind the patient they had saved, but they took solace in the knowledge that they had done everything in their power to give her a second chance at life.

However, unknown to them. The letter they received was actually fake and was forged by the CIA. The Central Intelligence Agency of the federal government of the United States.

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-| Timeskip - ~1 Year |-

United States - Underground Secret Facility

Amira slowly opens her eyes and looks around, confused and disoriented.

"..."

She tried to use her left hand to shield her eyes from the bright light coming from the ceiling, but then to her horror, she can't feel anything below her left shoulder. She weakly sat up and used her right hand to lift the cover from her body.

"?!"

Amira's already pale expression turned even paler when she saw that she was missing her left arm. Instead, there was a stump that was covered in bandages.

"W-What happened? W-Where am I?"

"You're in the medical institution. You've been in a coma for a year."

Amira looked up to see a man in a white coat standing at the foot of her bed. He had a serious expression on his face and his arms were folded.

"A year? How is that possible? What happened to me?"

"You were involved in a serious accident. You sustained significant injuries, including the loss of your left hand. We had to put you in a medically induced coma to give your body time to heal."

"My hand...what do you mean I lost my hand?"

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your hand was too badly damaged to save. We had to amputate it in order to save your life."

Amira's eyes welled up with tears as the reality of her situation sank in.

"I don't understand...what kind of accident was it?"

"I'm sorry, I can't disclose that information. All I can say is that you were brought here to our underground secret facility for your safety."

"Underground secret facility? What are you talking about?"

"I'm afraid I can't say any more than that. I'll have to speak with my superiors to see what information we can share with you. For now, I suggest you focus on your recovery. We have a team of specialists who will help you adjust to life with a prosthetic and get you back on your feet."

Amira's head was spinning with questions, but she knew she wouldn't get any answers from the doctor. However, one specific question stood above all the others.

"Wait. Why I can suddenly speak English? I don't think I was able–Argh!"

Amira clutched her head in pain as a sudden headache assaulted her. When it finally subsided, she looked up only to see that the doctor had a panicked expression on his face.

"W-What?"

"Ahem. I apologize, that was unexpected. We implanted a neural translator in your brain while you were in the coma, so you could communicate in any language once you woke up."

"A neural translator? That's...incredible. But why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"We didn't want to overwhelm you with too much information at once. But I understand this must be confusing for you. We can explain more about it once you're feeling better."

Amira nodded, still feeling a bit disoriented from the headache. She looked down at her bandaged stump and then back up at the doctor.

"I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can live without my hand."

"It's understandable to feel that way, but I assure you, you can. We have advanced prosthetics that can help you regain much of the functionality you lost. And we'll be here to support you every step of the way."

"You just said 'we'... who are you guys?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say much more than that we are a specialized medical team operating in this underground facility. Our primary objective is to ensure the health and well-being of our patients. But I will do my best to provide you with more information once I have clearance to do so."

The doctor replied, his tone professional and reserved.

Amira nodded, feeling a mix of confusion, fear, and curiosity. For the life of her, she never expected a simple stereotypical event like fighting 3 thugs in an alley would end up with such drastic results. She couldn't believe that she had been in a coma for a whole year and that she had lost her hand. The neural translator implanted in her brain was also both fascinating and overwhelming at the same time.

"Can I see my… family? Do they know I'm here?"

Amira asked, her voice trembling with emotion. She doesn't even have a family in this world, but she asked just in case to gather any info about her situation and possibly the intentions of her captors.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before answering.

"I'm afraid we can't allow visitors at the moment. But we will inform your… family of your condition and your location. They will be able to contact you through secure communication channels once they have gone through the necessary clearance procedures. But don't get your hopes up. I can't promise anything at the moment."

Amira nodded, feeling a sense of isolation and despair. She had so many questions and no answers. But she knew she had to focus on her recovery and adjust to her new reality.

"Thank you for your help, doctor. I appreciate everything you're doing for me,"

Amira said, trying to sound grateful despite her overwhelming emotions.

The doctor nodded and gave her a drink of some sort.

"It's my job, Amira. And we are committed to helping you get back on your feet."

With that, he left the white room through a reinforced automatic door, leaving Amira to her thoughts and her fears. She didn't know what the future held for her, but she knew she had to find the strength to face it. She has to.

-= System Notice =-

Time left for Gamer System seal: 2 years 9 days 14 hours 45 minutes 38 seconds