Sorry, I was Born Balanced

My name is Akira Owlman. Yes, that's my real name. No, I didn't choose it. Yes, it sounds like a comic book reject who transforms under moonlight. And yes—before you ask—I ambotha guy and a girl. Not in some metaphorical, soul-searching kind of way. I was born a true biological anomaly with both sets of working parts. Humanity's rarest loot drop. God's patch note nobody asked for.I was just trying to survive Calc II, maybe flirt with a straight guy unsuccessfully, when I got hit by a truck. Then some weird cosmic raccoon of a god hijacked me, dragged me into another world, and told me I was chosen. Not because I'm brave. Not because I'm good. But because I am, apparently, the closest living thing to divinity—something about my soul being perfectly balanced, like an emotional Thanos.Now I'm stuck in a world with five suns, magic powered by a force called Mikor, and a status screen that roasts me harder than any middle school bully ever could. My only companion? My seven-foot best friend Atan, who might be a basketball-themed cryptid and followed me through a divine portal by accident.We have to stop a conceptual hivemind from turning this world into cosmic goo.I'm underleveled, overpowered, and entirely unqualified.But hey—might as well save the world.

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Kinda crack and for fun