章 1: Chapter 1
"10 months before the U.A exam....So...WAKE UP!!!!"
<loading....>
"Wait! What!" There was heavily breathing....like when you get up from a nightmare...
"Where am I?"
<Dang! The host has been awakened, now the status system has been open with a giftpack. Would you like to open the gift pack now? Yes or no?>
"Wait...is this the system...that everyone was talking about???"
The person who was confused was Aki, and he was a time traveler basically.
After a few minutes the system asked again.
<Would the host like to open the giftpack now? Yes or no?>
This woke up Aki rushing thoughts, Aki realized what was happening and said in embarrassment.
"Sorry, but um yes I would."
<Dang! The host has gotten a template! Would you like to use it? Yes or no?>
Aki just said simply in some confusion.
"Sure, I don't care." <Dang! You got the character Pezo template! Would you like to equip this template? Yes or no?>
Aki just said simply. "Sure?"
<Success! Showing status! Loading....">
<Name: Aki>
<Template: Pezo (first shard)>
<Character degree: 1/1,000,000,000,000 (0.0000000001%)>
<Evolution points: 0>
<Power points: 0>
Aki: weird.... Where am I?
Aki was in a graveyard so he got out of the ground, Aki he looked around and found himself in a graveyard. Aki was wondering if his soul went into a dead body and took over this body.
Aki: Well, that explains why my soul hasn't merged with the other soul...
Suddenly it was raining, Aki was a little upset but still wasn't in a rush. So he walked in the rain then he looked at a puddle then he stopped suddenly. He saw his face but to be more accurate his mask. It was a plunge Raven mask but a bit different.
Aki: what the- this is so....weird...
Aki freaked out a bit but quickly calm down. He knew that this wasn't his body, it was somebody else body. Then Aki realized what he just thought of, so he started to freak out even more.
Aki stood frozen in front of the puddle, his reflection staring back at him with that eerie raven mask. His thoughts raced as he tried to piece together the bizarre situation he found himself in. **Why am I in someone else's body?** **What is this 'Pezo template'?** The rain continued to pour, drenching him as he struggled to come to terms with his new reality.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Okay, okay, think, Aki. You're a time traveler, you've dealt with weird stuff before. But this…this is on a whole new level."
He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he tried to get a feel for the body he was now inhabiting. It felt strong, powerful even, but there was also a strange heaviness, like the weight of the person who had lived in it before him still lingered.
Aki suddenly remembered the system's message and decided it was time to take control of the situation. "System," he said hesitantly, "can you give me more information about this 'Pezo template'? What does it do?"
The system responded almost immediately, its robotic voice cutting through the sound of the rain.
<The Pezo template grants the host abilities and attributes of the character Pezo, a mysterious figure known for their exceptional stealth, agility, and combat skills. The host has currently unlocked the first shard of this template, which enhances physical prowess, perception, and provides access to basic abilities unique to Pezo.>
Aki nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "So, I'm basically becoming this Pezo person... but why? And how many shards are there?"
<The Pezo template is divided into ten shards. Each shard unlocked will further enhance the host's abilities and bring the host closer to fully embodying the template.>
"Ten shards… and I've only got one. Great," Aki muttered, glancing around the graveyard. The rain was showing no signs of letting up, and he needed to find shelter and figure out his next steps.
"First thing's first," he decided, "I need to get out of here and figure out where and when I am."
As he began to walk away from the graveyard, a new notification appeared before his eyes.
<Would the host like to set a primary objective? Yes or no?>
Aki paused, considering his options. Setting an objective might give him some direction in this strange new world, and maybe it would unlock more information about what was going on.
"Yes," he said decisively, "set the objective to find out more about this body and the previous owner. I need to know who this person was."
<Primary objective set: Investigate the identity of the previous body's owner. Progress: 0%>
Aki trudged through the rain-soaked graveyard, his mind still reeling from the events that had unfolded. He had no idea where he was or how long he had been in this body, but the system's objectives gave him a clear path forward: find out who this body belonged to and why he was in it.
As he exited the graveyard, Aki found himself on the outskirts of a small, run-down village. The streets were nearly deserted, save for a few dim lights flickering in the windows of old, weathered buildings. The rain had driven most people indoors, which suited Aki just fine. He needed time to gather his thoughts and figure out his next move without drawing too much attention to himself.
He ducked into a narrow alleyway, hoping to stay out of sight as he continued to explore. The cold and the rain were starting to get to him, and he knew he couldn't keep wandering aimlessly for long. He needed information, shelter, and a plan.
A faint light at the end of the alley caught his eye—a small, rundown inn with a sign that read "The Rusted Lantern." Aki decided it was as good a place as any to start. He could at least get out of the rain and maybe even find out more about where he was.
Pushing open the creaky door, Aki stepped inside, the warmth of the inn's interior immediately enveloping him. The place was small and cozy, with a few worn wooden tables scattered around and a fireplace crackling in the corner. The innkeeper, an older man with a grizzled beard, looked up from behind the counter as Aki entered, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"You're not from around here," the innkeeper said, his voice rough but not unfriendly. "What brings you to our little corner of the world?"
Aki hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. He decided to keep his story simple. "I'm just passing through. Got caught in the rain and needed a place to stay for the night."
The innkeeper eyed him for a moment before nodding. "Well, you're in luck. I've got a room upstairs. It's nothing fancy, but it's dry and warm. Five hundred yen for the night."
Aki reached into his pockets, realizing he had no idea if this body had any money on it. Fortunately, his fingers brushed against a few coins and crumpled bills. He handed the innkeeper the money, who seemed satisfied and handed him a key in return.
"Room's at the end of the hall upstairs," the innkeeper said, jerking his thumb toward a narrow staircase. "Just don't cause any trouble, and we won't have any problems."
Aki nodded and made his way up the stairs, the old wood creaking under his weight. When he reached his room, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him with a sigh of relief. The room was small and sparsely furnished, but it was clean and dry. He quickly shed his soaked clothes, draping them over a chair near the window to dry.
As he sat on the edge of the bed, Aki's mind started to churn again. He needed to figure out what he was dealing with. The system had mentioned the Pezo template and objectives, but there was so much more he needed to know.
"System," he called out softly, "give me a status update. What can I do with this template right now?"
The familiar voice of the system echoed in his mind.
<Current abilities unlocked with the Pezo template:
1. Enhanced agility: The host has increased speed, flexibility, and reflexes.
2. Shadow Step: The host can blend into shadows, becoming nearly invisible for a short duration.
3. Night Vision: The host can see clearly in low-light conditions.>
Aki's eyes widened as he read the list. These were powerful abilities, but he had no idea how to control them or what kind of person this Pezo was. Still, it was a start.
As he lay back on the bed, exhaustion finally catching up with him, Aki couldn't help but wonder what the next step in this strange journey would be. Tomorrow, he would begin his search for answers—about this body, about Pezo, and about why he had been thrust into this situation.
But for now, sleep overtook him, and he drifted off into uneasy dreams, the sound of rain still tapping softly against the window.
Aki woke up the next morning to the soft patter of rain against the window. The storm from the previous night had subsided, but a light drizzle persisted, casting a grayish hue over the small room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of uneasy dreams filled with shadowy figures and faint echoes of the system's voice.
As he sat up, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him—the graveyard, the Pezo template, and the unsettling realization that he was in someone else's body. The room was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old building settling, and Aki took a moment to gather his thoughts.
"Alright, first things first," he muttered to himself, "I need to figure out who this body belonged to and why I'm here."
He pulled on his now-dry clothes, wincing slightly as he caught sight of himself in the small mirror by the door. The raven mask still obscured his face, its dark, sleek design giving him an air of mystery that only added to his unease. He wondered if he could remove it, but something told him it was better not to try just yet.
"System," he called out, "any updates on the objective? Do I have any clues on who this body belonged to?"
The system responded with its usual prompt efficiency.
<Objective progress: 0%. No new information available. Host is advised to gather clues by exploring the current environment and interacting with locals.>
Aki sighed. It looked like he would have to do some good old-fashioned detective work. With a last glance at the mirror, he left the room and headed downstairs to the inn's common area.
The innkeeper was behind the counter, polishing a glass and humming softly to himself. Aki approached him, trying to appear as casual as possible.
"Morning," Aki greeted, nodding slightly. "I was wondering if you could tell me a bit about this place. I'm new in town, and I'd like to get my bearings."
The innkeeper looked up, his expression softening slightly at the polite inquiry. "Not much to tell, really. This here's Shiraishi Village, a quiet place where nothing much happens. Used to be a lot busier back in the day, but now…" He trailed off, shrugging. "It's mostly just old folks and a few stragglers like yourself."
Aki frowned. The name of the village didn't ring any bells, but then again, he wasn't sure what timeline he was in anymore. "Do you happen to know if there have been any… unusual occurrences around here recently? Like, anything strange or out of the ordinary?"
The innkeeper paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the question. "Strange, you say? Well, there was that business with the graveyard a while back. Folks said they saw lights at night, and some even claimed to have seen shadows moving around. Spooked a lot of people. But that's just talk, if you ask me."
Aki's heart skipped a beat. The graveyard? Could that have something to do with why he woke up there?
"Do you know who might have been buried there recently?" Aki asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
The innkeeper scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Can't say for sure. We don't get many new burials these days. But there was that one young fellow, a drifter like yourself. Didn't know his name, but he didn't cause any trouble, kept to himself mostly. Found him dead not long after he arrived, poor soul. They said it was an accident, but who knows?"
Aki's mind raced. Could that drifter have been the original owner of this body? If so, how did Aki end up in it?
"Thanks for the info," Aki said, forcing a smile. "I'll be heading out to take a look around."
The innkeeper nodded, returning to his work. "Be careful out there. This village may seem quiet, but there's always more going on than meets the eye."
Aki left the inn and stepped out into the damp morning air. The village was as quiet as the innkeeper had described, with only a few villagers going about their daily routines. He pulled his hood up to shield himself from the drizzle and made his way back toward the graveyard.
As he walked, Aki kept his eyes and ears open for anything unusual. The system had mentioned that he needed to gather clues, and he hoped that by revisiting the place where he had awakened, he might find something that would help him piece together the mystery of his new existence.
The graveyard was just as eerie as it had been the night before, the headstones worn and weathered by time. Aki's footsteps were muffled by the wet grass as he walked among the graves, his eyes scanning the area for anything out of place.
He stopped in front of the grave where he had emerged, his heart pounding in his chest. The earth here was still disturbed, evidence of his strange arrival. Aki knelt down, examining the ground more closely. There were faint traces of something—perhaps a marking or a symbol—etched into the dirt, but the rain had washed most of it away.
Before he could investigate further, the system's voice chimed in his mind.
<Host has discovered a clue. Would you like to analyze it? Yes or no?>
"Yes," Aki replied quickly, hoping this would give him the answers he sought.
<Analyzing… The symbol is a part of a binding ritual, used to transfer a soul into a new body. This particular symbol appears incomplete, which may explain the host's fragmented memories and unstable connection with the body.>
Aki's breath caught in his throat. A binding ritual? That meant someone had intentionally transferred his soul into this body. But who? And why?
Before he could process this new information, the system spoke again.
<Secondary objective unlocked: Discover the identity of the person who performed the binding ritual. Progress: 0%>
Aki stood up, his mind racing with possibilities. He needed to find out who was behind this and why they had chosen him. But more importantly, he needed to figure out what to do next.
As he stood there, the drizzle turned into a light mist, shrouding the graveyard in an ethereal glow. Aki knew he was only scratching the surface of a much deeper mystery—one that would require all of his wits and newfound abilities to unravel.
Determined, he turned away from the grave and began to make his way back to the village. There were more questions to be answered, and he wasn't going to stop until he had the truth.
As Aki walked back to the village, the weight of his new reality pressed down on him. He had a lot of questions and only a few answers. He needed to find out more about the ritual, the body he inhabited, and the person behind it all. His first step was to gather information, and that meant talking to more villagers and finding any leads he could.
Returning to the village center, Aki noticed a small library near the town hall. The building looked old but well-maintained, suggesting it might hold valuable historical records or information about local legends and events. He decided it was worth checking out.
Inside, the library was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered among the shelves. An elderly librarian, with sharp eyes and a kind smile, looked up as Aki entered.
"Good morning," she greeted him warmly. "How can I help you today?"
Aki returned the smile, trying to appear as normal as possible despite the bizarre circumstances. "Good morning. I'm new in town and looking to learn more about the area. Specifically, I'm interested in any unusual events or rituals that might have taken place here."
The librarian's expression grew thoughtful. "We don't get many visitors interested in that sort of thing. Most people come here looking for genealogy records or local history. But you're in luck—our collection includes some old texts that mention various local legends and rituals."
She led Aki to a section of the library filled with old, dusty books. "These volumes might have what you're looking for. If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask."
Aki thanked her and began his search. He pulled out several books, scanning through them for anything that mentioned binding rituals or soul transfers. Hours passed as he sifted through the information, but eventually, he found a passage that caught his eye.
The book described a ritual known as "The Binding of Souls," an ancient practice used to transfer a soul from one body to another. It was considered dangerous and highly forbidden, often resulting in incomplete transfers or damaged souls if not performed correctly. The ritual required specific symbols and incantations, along with a catalyst—usually a powerful artifact or a significant emotional connection.
Aki's mind raced as he absorbed the information. The incomplete symbol he found at the graveyard made sense now. Whoever performed the ritual had either made a mistake or deliberately left it incomplete. But why?
He continued reading, hoping for more clues. The book mentioned that such rituals were usually conducted by those with significant knowledge of the occult and that they often left traces of their work in the form of unique markings or residual energy.
Aki closed the book, deep in thought. He had a lead, but he needed more concrete information. Perhaps the librarian could help narrow down the list of potential suspects.
He approached the librarian, who was busy reshelving some books. "Excuse me," he said politely, "I found some information on a ritual I'm interested in. Do you know if there are any local experts or historians who might have more knowledge on these kinds of practices?"
The librarian looked intrigued. "There's an old historian who lives on the outskirts of the village. His name is Mr. Sato. He's a bit reclusive, but he knows a lot about the local history and legends. If anyone can help you, it's him."
Aki thanked her and made his way to the outskirts of the village. The rain had finally stopped, leaving a cool, fresh scent in the air. He followed the librarian's directions until he reached a small, isolated cottage surrounded by a garden of wildflowers.
He knocked on the door, and after a moment, it creaked open to reveal an elderly man with piercing eyes and a weathered face.
"Yes?" the man asked, his voice gruff but curious.
"Mr. Sato?" Aki asked. "I'm looking for information on an ancient ritual known as The Binding of Souls. I was told you might be able to help."
Mr. Sato's eyes narrowed, and he studied Aki for a moment before stepping aside to let him in. "Come in. We have much to discuss."
Inside, the cottage was cluttered with books, artifacts, and various curiosities. Mr. Sato led Aki to a small sitting area and offered him a seat.
"So, you're interested in The Binding of Souls," Mr. Sato began, his tone cautious. "It's not a topic that comes up often. What's your interest in it?"
Aki took a deep breath and decided to be honest. "I believe I was the subject of such a ritual. I woke up in someone else's body with no memory of how I got here. I found an incomplete symbol at the graveyard, which led me to believe it was a binding ritual."
Mr. Sato listened intently, his expression serious. "That is indeed troubling. The Binding of Souls is a dangerous practice, often resulting in harm to both the soul and the body involved. An incomplete ritual would explain your fragmented memories and unstable connection."
"Do you know anyone who might have the knowledge and motive to perform such a ritual?" Aki asked.
Mr. Sato sighed, rubbing his temples. "There are a few possibilities. There's a local group that dabbles in occult practices—The Nightshade Society. They've been known to experiment with forbidden rituals. It's possible they were involved."
Aki's heart quickened. This was the lead he needed. "Where can I find them?"
"They operate in the shadows, but there's a place they frequent—a secluded mansion on the outskirts of the forest. It's said to be their meeting place. Be careful, though. They're not known for their hospitality."
Aki nodded, determination in his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Sato. I appreciate your help."
As he left the cottage, Aki felt a renewed sense of purpose. He had a lead on who might be behind the ritual and where to find them. He would confront The Nightshade Society and uncover the truth about his situation, no matter the cost....
Aki's steps were steady as he made his way through the village, his mind focused on the task ahead. The mansion on the outskirts of the forest loomed in the distance, shrouded in mystery and darkness. The Nightshade Society—the very name sent a chill down his spine. If they were responsible for the binding ritual, then they held the answers he desperately needed.
As he approached the forest, the trees thickened, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out toward him. The air grew colder, and the silence of the woods was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of an owl. Aki felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but he pressed on, driven by a mixture of fear and determination.
After what felt like hours of walking, Aki finally reached the edge of the forest. The mansion stood before him, its dark, imposing structure partially hidden by the overgrown foliage. The building looked ancient, its once-grand facade now crumbling and covered in ivy. Broken windows and a decaying roof hinted at years of neglect, yet there was a strange energy that seemed to pulse from within, as if the place itself was alive.
Aki took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead. As he approached the mansion, the system chimed in, its cold, mechanical voice cutting through the eerie silence.
<Host is entering a dangerous area. Would you like to activate Shadow Step? Yes or no?>
"Yes," Aki whispered, feeling a surge of power course through him as the ability activated. He felt his body become lighter, more attuned to the shadows around him. As he stepped forward, his form blended into the darkness, rendering him nearly invisible to any prying eyes.
Moving cautiously, Aki made his way toward the mansion's entrance. The front door was slightly ajar, creaking as it swayed in the breeze. He slipped inside, finding himself in a grand but dilapidated foyer. Dust covered the floor, and the air was thick with the scent of mold and decay. The walls were adorned with faded paintings and cracked mirrors, remnants of the mansion's former glory.
Aki's eyes scanned the room, his senses heightened. He could feel the presence of others in the mansion, their faint whispers echoing from deeper within. He knew he had to be careful—The Nightshade Society would not take kindly to an intruder.
He moved silently through the halls, his footsteps barely making a sound. The mansion was a maze of corridors and rooms, each more decrepit than the last. Aki felt a growing sense of unease as he ventured deeper, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on him.
Finally, he reached a set of double doors at the end of a long hallway. From behind them, he could hear the murmur of voices—members of The Nightshade Society, no doubt. Aki hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the door handle. This was it. He was about to come face to face with the people who might hold the key to his past, and possibly his future.
Taking a deep breath, Aki pushed the doors open just enough to slip inside, his Shadow Step still active. The room beyond was large and dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. A group of figures dressed in dark robes stood around a central altar, their faces obscured by hoods.
The leader of the group, a tall figure with a commanding presence, was speaking in a low, authoritative voice. "The ritual was incomplete, and now the soul wanders, lost and confused. We must rectify this before the consequences become irreversible."
Aki's heart pounded in his chest. They were talking about him—about the ritual that had placed him in this body. He moved closer, staying hidden in the shadows as he listened intently.
"The artifact," the leader continued, "must be reclaimed. Without it, we cannot complete the binding, and the soul will remain fractured. We are running out of time."
One of the other members spoke up, their voice tinged with fear. "But what if the soul finds us first? What if it seeks revenge for what we've done?"
The leader's tone was cold and dismissive. "The soul is weak, disoriented. It will not pose a threat to us. We will find the artifact and complete the ritual, as planned."
Aki's mind raced. They were afraid of him—afraid of what he might do if he regained his full power. But what was this artifact they spoke of? And how could he use it to his advantage?
Before he could ponder further, the leader's gaze snapped in his direction, as if sensing his presence. "Who's there?" they demanded, their voice sharp and commanding.
Aki froze, his heart pounding. The Shadow Step had kept him hidden so far, but it wouldn't last forever. He needed to make a decision—confront them now, or retreat and gather more information.
But before he could act, the system's voice chimed in once again, offering a new option.
<Host has unlocked a new ability: *Raven's Cry*. Would you like to activate it? Yes or no?>
Aki didn't hesitate. "Yes," he whispered, feeling the power surge through him once more.
Suddenly, a loud, piercing cry filled the room, echoing off the walls and causing the members of The Nightshade Society to recoil in shock. The sound was otherworldly, like the call of a raven amplified a thousand times. It rattled the very foundations of the mansion, sending a wave of fear through everyone present.
The leader stumbled back, their composure broken. "What is this? Who dares—"
But Aki didn't wait for them to recover. Using the distraction to his advantage, he stepped out of the shadows, his form materializing before their eyes. The members gasped, their faces pale with terror as they realized who—or what—they were dealing with.
"You," the leader hissed, their voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "You're the one… the soul we tried to bind."
Aki's eyes narrowed as he faced them, his voice steady and cold. "You tried to control me, to use me for your own ends. But now I'm here to take back what's mine."
The room was silent, the air thick with tension. Aki could see the fear in their eyes, but he knew that fear alone wouldn't be enough. He needed answers, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get them.
"Tell me about the artifact," Aki demanded, his voice echoing with an authority that surprised even him. "What is it, and where can I find it?"
The leader hesitated, but the fear of the unknown—the fear of what Aki had become—was too great. "The artifact is a relic, an ancient piece of power that we used to initiate the binding ritual. Without it, the ritual cannot be completed, and your soul will remain fractured, unstable."
"Where is it?" Aki pressed, his patience wearing thin.
The leader's gaze faltered. "It was lost… stolen from us during the ritual. We have been searching for it ever since."
Aki felt a surge of anger. They had used him, manipulated him, and now they had lost the very thing that could make him whole again. But he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him—not yet.
"And what happens if I find it first?" Aki asked, his voice low and dangerous.
The leader's eyes widened in realization. "If you reclaim the artifact, you could reverse the ritual, restore your soul… or you could use its power for something far more dangerous."
Aki's mind raced with the possibilities. The artifact held the key to his past and his future, but it also presented an opportunity—a chance to become something more, to harness a power that even The Nightshade Society feared.
But before he could make a decision, the system's voice chimed in once more.
<New primary objective unlocked: Reclaim the artifact. Progress: 0%. Would you like to set a secondary objective?>
Aki's lips curled into a dark smile as he looked at the members of The Nightshade Society, their fear palpable in the air. "Yes," he whispered, "set the secondary objective to ensure that The Nightshade Society never tries this ritual again."
The system acknowledged his command, and Aki felt a sense of clarity, of purpose, wash over him. He was no longer just a pawn in someone else's game—he was in control now, and he would use that control to reshape his destiny.
With a final, piercing glance at the terrified cultists, Aki turned and walked out of the mansion, leaving them to ponder their fate. The forest seemed less ominous now, the path ahead clearer than ever.
Aki knew what he had to do. He would find the artifact, reclaim his power, and decide what kind of person—what kind of villain—he would become in the future.
As Aki disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the path ahead seemed to stretch out like an uncharted map. Every step he took away from the mansion was a step closer to discovering the truth about himself and the power that had been thrust upon him. The title *villain* felt strange to him, but the weight of his actions and the dark intentions that brewed within him made it clear that the world might see him as one.
He moved through the dense forest with the grace and agility that the Pezo template granted him, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he might become. He was no hero, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be one. This world was filled with heroes like All Might, people who upheld justice and protected the weak. But for Aki, his reality was different. He had been used, torn from his time, and thrust into a body that wasn't his own, with memories that didn't belong to him. If the world was going to label him a villain, he would make sure he was a villain they would never forget.
The system's voice broke through his thoughts.
<Primary objective: Reclaim the artifact. Progress: 0%.
Secondary objective: Ensure The Nightshade Society never tries this ritual again. Progress: 0%.
New task available: Locate a potential ally in the nearby city of Musutafu. Task details: It is recommended that the host secures a base of operations and gathers information on local heroes and villains.>
Aki frowned, thinking about the new task. Musutafu was a well-known city, home to U.A. High School and a hub for Pro Heroes. It was also a place crawling with law enforcement and vigilant eyes, not exactly the best place for someone who was planning on making a name for himself as a new villain.
But the system's suggestion made sense. He would need resources, information, and allies if he was going to find the artifact and keep The Nightshade Society at bay. Musutafu was the perfect place to start building his network, even if it meant stepping into the lion's den.
Aki emerged from the forest and found a road that led toward the city. The journey was long, but the closer he got to Musutafu, the more his thoughts sharpened. He needed a plan. He couldn't just walk into the city and expect everything to fall into place. He had to be smart, calculated.
As the city skyline came into view, Aki activated his Shadow Step once more, blending into the crowds and staying out of sight. The city was bustling, full of life and activity. Pro Heroes patrolled the streets, their presence a constant reminder of the world he was now navigating.
Aki made his way through the city, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. He needed to find a place where he could set up a base—a location that was off the grid, where he could operate without drawing too much attention. As he walked, he overheard a group of people talking about an abandoned warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. It sounded like the perfect place to start.
He headed toward the district, moving quickly and silently. The warehouse district was exactly what he needed—isolated, rundown, and forgotten by most of the city's inhabitants. He picked out a large, sturdy-looking warehouse that seemed to have been abandoned for years. The windows were broken, and the door hung off its hinges, but Aki saw potential in it.
He slipped inside, his footsteps echoing through the empty space. The interior was dark and dusty, with remnants of old machinery and crates scattered around. But Aki didn't mind. It was perfect. He could make this place his own, a headquarters where he could plan his next moves and gather the resources he needed.
As he explored the warehouse, he found a small office in the back, its walls lined with old maps and papers. He sat down at the desk, the chair creaking under his weight, and pulled out a notepad from one of the drawers. He began to sketch out his plans, his mind racing with ideas.
**Step one:** Secure the warehouse and make it livable. He would need supplies, equipment, and some basic amenities.
**Step two:** Gather information on the artifact and its possible whereabouts. The Nightshade Society mentioned it had been stolen—he needed to find out who had taken it and where it might be now.
**Step three:** Locate potential allies. The system had mentioned finding an ally in Musutafu, but Aki knew he needed to be careful. Trust was a rare commodity in his line of work, and he couldn't afford to be betrayed.
As he worked, the system chimed in with another message.
<Potential ally located: Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains. The League operates in the shadows, opposing the heroes of Musutafu and seeking to dismantle the hero society. Would the host like to pursue this connection? Yes or no?>
Aki paused, considering the implications. The League of Villains was infamous, a group that had clashed with U.A. High School and the Pro Heroes on numerous occasions. They were powerful, dangerous, and unafraid to challenge the status quo. Aligning with them could provide him with the resources and support he needed, but it also meant entangling himself in their plans and ambitions.
"Yes," Aki decided, knowing that this could be the key to achieving his goals. He would meet with Shigaraki, but on his own terms. He wasn't about to become just another pawn in someone else's game.
The system acknowledged his decision, and Aki felt a surge of anticipation. His journey was just beginning, and the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty. But one thing was clear—he was no longer the lost soul who had woken up in a graveyard, confused and afraid. He was Aki, and he was ready to carve out his place in this world, even if it meant becoming the villain they all feared.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Aki set out to make contact with the League of Villains. The city of Musutafu lay before him, a labyrinth of opportunities and challenges. He would navigate it with cunning and strength, forging his own destiny in a world of heroes and villains.
Aki's new base of operations was coming together, but he knew it was just the beginning. The warehouse was secure, but sparse—he'd need to gather supplies and set up proper defenses if he wanted to make it a true stronghold. His thoughts, however, were already shifting to the bigger picture: the meeting with Tomura Shigaraki and the League of Villains.
As dusk settled over Musutafu, Aki prepared himself. He knew he couldn't just walk into the League's territory unannounced; he had to make a statement, show them that he was someone worth their time. The system had given him a location where he might find them—a crumbling bar in a forgotten corner of the city, a place where shadows gathered and secrets were traded like currency.
He pulled up the hood of his cloak and activated Shadow Step, blending into the dimly lit streets as he made his way toward the bar. The city was alive with the sounds of nightlife, but Aki kept to the alleys and back roads, avoiding attention. His heart raced with anticipation and a hint of unease. Shigaraki and the League were not to be underestimated.
The bar was exactly as he'd imagined: rundown, with a flickering neon sign that barely illuminated the entrance. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and smoke, and the patrons were an eclectic mix of shady figures, some with quirks that crackled just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
Aki entered quietly, his presence unnoticed at first as he slipped through the crowd. His eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Shigaraki or the other League members. The bartender, a man with a scruffy beard and tired eyes, looked up as Aki approached.
"You lost, kid?" the bartender grumbled, eyeing Aki's masked face with suspicion.
"Looking for someone," Aki replied coolly. "I was told this is the place to find them."
The bartender raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "We get all kinds here. Who exactly are you looking for?"
Aki leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Tomura Shigaraki."
The bartender's expression didn't change, but Aki could see the slight tension in his posture. "And what business do you have with him?"
"Let's just say I have something to offer," Aki said, his tone calm but firm. "Something that could be mutually beneficial."
For a moment, it seemed like the bartender might brush him off, but then he nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to a back door behind the bar. "Wait here."
Aki did as instructed, his heart pounding in his chest as the bartender disappeared through the door. He couldn't afford to show fear, not now. He needed to prove himself, show that he was someone they could take seriously.
After a few tense minutes, the door creaked open, and the bartender returned, followed by a figure Aki recognized immediately—Tomura Shigaraki. His appearance was as unsettling as the rumors had suggested, his pale blue hair framing a face partially obscured by the severed hands that clung to his body like grotesque accessories. His red eyes locked onto Aki with a mixture of curiosity and cold calculation.
"So," Shigaraki drawled, his voice low and gravelly, "you're the one who's been asking around for me. What do you want?"
Aki stood his ground, meeting Shigaraki's gaze with steady resolve. "I'm here because we have a common enemy—the hero society. I've been wronged, manipulated, and I'm ready to take control of my own fate. But to do that, I need allies. I need power."
Shigaraki's lips curled into a twisted smile. "Power, huh? Everyone who comes to me wants power. What makes you think you're any different?"
Aki reached up and pulled down his hood, revealing the raven mask that covered his face. "Because I'm not like the others. I've been given a second chance, a new life in a body that wasn't mine, with a purpose that I'm still uncovering. But one thing is clear—I'm not here to play by the rules. I'm here to break them."
The bar had fallen silent, the patrons watching the exchange with a mix of interest and trepidation. Shigaraki studied Aki for a long moment, his fingers twitching slightly, as if considering whether to end the conversation—or Aki—right then and there.
But instead, Shigaraki laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Aki's spine. "Interesting. You've got guts, I'll give you that. But guts alone won't get you far with us. What can you offer? What makes you valuable to the League?"
Aki had expected this question, and he was ready. "Information," he said, his voice confident. "I know about an artifact—one that could give you an edge against the heroes, something powerful enough to tip the balance in our favor. It was used in a ritual, one that put me in this body. If we find it, we could use it to our advantage."
Shigaraki's eyes narrowed, his interest clearly piqued. "An artifact, huh? And where is this artifact?"
"That's what I'm here to find out," Aki admitted. "But with your resources, we can track it down faster. And when we do, we can decide how to use it—together."
Shigaraki considered this, his fingers tapping idly on the bar as he weighed Aki's offer. Finally, he nodded, a slow, deliberate motion. "Alright. You've got my attention. But don't think this makes you one of us just yet. You'll have to prove yourself."
Aki inclined his head, accepting the challenge. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
Shigaraki gestured for Aki to follow him, leading him through the back door and into a hidden corridor that led deeper into the bar's underground lair. The walls were lined with flickering lights, casting eerie shadows that danced as they walked. Aki could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, but he remained focused. This was the first step in solidifying his place in this world.
As they entered a large, dimly lit room, Aki saw the other members of the League gathered—Dabi, with his blue flames and scarred skin; Himiko Toga, with her manic grin and unsettling gaze; Spinner, with his reptilian appearance; and Twice, who seemed to be muttering to himself as usual. They all turned to look at Aki, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright suspicion.
"This is the guy?" Dabi asked, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Doesn't look like much."
"He says he knows about an artifact that could be useful," Shigaraki replied, his tone neutral. "I'm giving him a chance to prove himself."
Aki felt the weight of their stares, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he met each of their gazes in turn, showing no signs of fear or hesitation.
"You'll get your proof," Aki said firmly. "And when I deliver, you'll see that I'm more than just talk."
Himiko giggled, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and bloodlust. "I like him! He's got that dark, mysterious vibe. But can he play with us?"
Aki didn't respond to her directly, but he knew he needed to earn their trust, or at least their respect. "I'm here to do more than just play. I'm here to change the game."
Shigaraki smirked, clearly enjoying the tension in the room. "Good. Then let's see what you're capable of. We've got some work to do, and if you can keep up, maybe you'll earn your place with us."
Aki nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He had taken the first step into the world of villains, and there was no turning back now. He would prove himself to the League, find the artifact, and carve out his own path, even if it meant becoming the villain the world feared most.
As the meeting came to an end and the League members dispersed to prepare for their next move, Aki found himself alone in the darkened room, the reality of his situation settling in. He was on a dangerous path, one that could lead to unimaginable power—or to his downfall.
But Aki wasn't afraid. He had already lost everything once before, and now he had nothing left to lose. All that remained was the drive to uncover the truth, reclaim his identity, and shape his destiny with his own hands.
The world of My Hero Academia had a new villain, and Aki was ready to make his mark.
The air in the underground lair was thick with tension as Aki stood alone, the gravity of his situation sinking in. The League of Villains had accepted him, but barely. He knew he had to prove his worth quickly if he was to solidify his position among them. His thoughts churned with the possibilities of what the artifact could be and what it might unlock, not just for himself, but for the entire League.
As he left the meeting room, Aki's footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor. He needed time to plan, to gather his thoughts and make sense of what had just transpired. The League was a dangerous group, each member a volatile force in their own right, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a moment.
He found his way back to the main bar area, which was now nearly empty. A few stragglers lingered, nursing their drinks, but the energy had shifted—there was an air of expectation, of something big looming on the horizon. Aki could feel it too, a sense that events were already in motion, and he had just been swept into the current.
As he slipped out of the bar and into the cold night air, Aki pulled up his hood, his mind already racing with what he needed to do next. The artifact was the key—he was sure of it. But finding it was going to be a challenge. The League had its own resources, but Aki knew he needed to work both within and outside of their circle if he wanted to succeed.
The system's voice chimed in, a cold reminder of the power that had brought him this far.
<New task available: Gather intelligence on the artifact. Potential leads include criminal networks, black markets, and historical records in Musutafu. Would the host like to set a priority location to investigate? Yes or no?>
Aki paused, considering his options. He needed to be strategic. The League would likely have its own networks, but Aki wanted to stay ahead of them, to find information they might not have access to. If he could bring something new to the table, it would solidify his standing with Shigaraki and the others.
"Yes," Aki murmured, "set the priority location to the black market. It's where I'm most likely to find something useful, and it's a place where I can move without drawing too much attention."
<Priority location set: Musutafu Black Market. Task: Infiltrate and gather information on the artifact. Recommended approach: Use stealth and discretion to avoid detection.>
The black market was notorious, a hidden underworld where anything could be bought or sold for the right price. It was a place that catered to the city's darker desires, and Aki knew it would be the perfect place to start his search. The only problem was that it was a dangerous place, filled with criminals and villains who played by their own rules.
Aki made his way through the city, blending into the shadows as he moved toward the more derelict parts of Musutafu. The black market was hidden beneath the city's surface, accessible only to those who knew where to look. Aki had heard rumors of its location before, whispers exchanged in dark corners and alleyways. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for—a nondescript entrance guarded by a hulking figure who eyed him with suspicion.
Aki approached confidently, his expression unreadable behind the raven mask. The guard blocked his path, arms crossed over his massive chest. "You lost, kid? This ain't a place for tourists."
Aki remained calm, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, worn card—a pass he'd swiped from a criminal earlier that day. He handed it over without a word.
The guard inspected the card, grunting in approval before stepping aside. "Go on in. Don't cause any trouble, or you'll find yourself in a world of hurt."
Aki nodded and slipped past the guard, descending a narrow staircase that led deep underground. The air grew thick and humid as he moved closer to the heart of the black market. The corridor opened up into a vast, labyrinthine space filled with stalls, booths, and makeshift shops. The atmosphere was electric, a chaotic blend of voices haggling over prices, the clinking of coins, and the hum of quirk activity.
Aki kept his head down, his senses on high alert as he moved through the crowd. He was looking for anyone who might have information on rare artifacts, something that stood out among the usual weapons and contraband. It didn't take long for him to notice a stall that seemed different from the others—an old man with a weathered face sat behind a table laden with strange, ancient-looking items.
Aki approached the stall, his eyes scanning the objects laid out before him. Some looked like they had been pulled from the ruins of long-forgotten temples, while others seemed to hum with an energy that felt almost alive. The old man watched him with a sharp, knowing gaze.
"Looking for something in particular?" the man asked, his voice raspy but smooth, like a snake's hiss.
Aki met his gaze, keeping his voice low. "I'm looking for information. Something old, something powerful. An artifact that was recently taken from a certain group of… practitioners."
The old man raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Artifacts come and go in this place, but the one you're talking about—there's been some talk. Dangerous talk. I'd be careful poking around where you don't belong."
Aki pulled a small pouch from his cloak, dropping it on the table with a satisfying clink. "I'm willing to pay for information. I need to find it."
The man hesitated, his eyes flicking to the pouch before returning to Aki's masked face. "They say it's a relic from the old world, something with the power to bind souls, to control them. Last I heard, it was in the hands of a collector, someone who deals in things that are better left forgotten. But getting to him won't be easy."
Aki nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "Where can I find this collector?"
The old man hesitated again, his fingers drumming on the table. "There's an auction coming up, one that deals in… exotic items. If the artifact is still in the city, that's where it'll be. But be warned, boy, the people you'll be dealing with—they're not like the usual scum that crawl through these tunnels. They're powerful, dangerous, and they won't take kindly to someone trying to outbid them."
Aki understood the risks, but he was undeterred. He needed that artifact, and he was willing to face whatever dangers lay ahead to get it. He nodded to the old man, who handed him a small, ornate key—an invitation of sorts.
"Take this," the old man said, "it'll get you into the auction. But after that, you're on your own. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Aki accepted the key, slipping it into his pocket. "Thanks for the information."
The old man nodded, his eyes narrowing as Aki turned to leave. "Just remember—some doors are better left closed. But I suppose that's not your style, is it?"
Aki didn't respond, his mind already focused on the next step. He had what he needed—a lead on the artifact and a way into the auction where it might be found. But he also knew that the real challenge was just beginning. The auction would be filled with powerful figures, and the stakes would be high. But Aki was ready.
As he made his way out of the black market, the system chimed in once more.
<New task available: Infiltrate the auction and secure the artifact. Recommended approach: Blend in, assess the competition, and use stealth or force as necessary to obtain the artifact. Warning: High risk of conflict. Proceed with caution.>
Aki's lips curled into a slight smile beneath his mask. He had always been a risk-taker, and this was no different. The path to power was never easy, but Aki was prepared to walk it, no matter the cost.
With the auction looming ahead, Aki knew that his next move could define his place in this world. He would secure the artifact, prove his worth to the League, and continue to carve out his destiny as the new villain rising in the shadows of Musutafu.
And when the time came, the world would know his name.
(Tokyo = Musutafu)
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