In a normal home in Europe, a young man from Ireland slowly woke up, just as he did every day, turning on his tv as he looked at the news. "Ah..Americas golden boy homelander..I can't wait for you to die."
Cullen got up, as he looked at himself, it had been over 23 years since he was born again on this world, and unlike other people, he didn't know what his cheat was, so he couldn't do anything but be normal, well he was a little lucky, and due to his mind was he skipped a few years of school, making him out to be a genius.
It was strange, after that he felt his mind got clearer, more focused, and that he really deserved the title of genius, at first he thought his cheat was some kinda super mind, but nope! He never got any smarter, staying in the same place, course he picked up other skills, thanks to his mind he was one of the richest men in Europe.
Two bad being rich doesn't mean much in this world, not when people can fly, and kill you and no one will ever know. "Thank God for the boys for that I guess.." he hated those hero's, they weren't real, they were products, and real jackasses.
"I could be a much better hero if I had a chance.." he got ready for work, and heads out, driving along the road. "Huh?." He noticed something I'm an alley, a young man getting jumped. "..you said it..are you gonna be a fucking pussy and back down now? Huh?.." he got out, rushing over and punched one of the men jumping the teenager.
"Don't worry, go get help." He looked down at the kid, not caring that people stopped and watched, as he dealt with the gangsters, his body suddenly getting better at fighting slowly, he felt it, before he finally won the fight and turned around, seeing an entire crowd staring at him.
"Someone, call the garda, I will make sure these people don't run." He smiled, as he used that practiced smile that set people at ease, as he noticed his body felt weird, good weird.
Time past, as he was able to get everything sorted and was let go with warning, as the crowd had left besides a few people, clearly taking pictures of him, which he waved at, as he left, getting into his car, and crushed the steering wheel. "..huh?"
He drove off, heading somewhere private, though he kept nearly destroying his car. "Alright..what's going on?." He thought, maybe it was his cheat kicking in, maybe it required heroism to activate?. "Maybe.." he looked down, and saw a familiar looking counter. "What the...that's from to be hero x right.." he tapped it, and information filled his mind.
His cheat, it was the power of trust from to be hero, and it's been activate all this time, it was why he was so lucky, and why his mind grew so much greater back then. "Of course..there are so many power systems..but this one is pretty good." He smirked, as he especially liked how non of the bad side effects came with the power, people could believe he could be like firm man, and he could still bend and squat and still have that standing firm power. "Damn it..I wish I watched past episode 4..but luckily this world has hero worship all over the place, and unlike America..I could be the only hero here, I could be..X."
He grinned, the idea of a super hero was born, Cullen rushed off, and ordered a suit in Xs style, he had to admit the guy had a badass suit, after a bit he wore it out, and got ready. "Now then..what power should I try and gain first..I have minor super strength, agility and it seems stamina, just from that little belief."
He smirks as he remembered another tid bit, all the powers he gained, he kept, even if they lost all trust in him, they fed his power, and it would stay his. "Now what to do.." he looked around Dublin, as the first European super hero was born.
Cullen:
Hero outfit: