You'd think after dying that would be the end. I thought so too. Turns out I was wrong. 

Pushed into a world where being a hero is a job with a system? What more would you quite possibly want?

A twin book, side hero and side demon.

The greatest Hero that ever lived had died and reincarnated into the Demon Lord.

"Stop this nonsense. Sir, what are you doing here? I'm wounded right now. I can't practice with you."
Since Kyle had a good relationship with Joseph Kingsley, he carelessly teased him.

"Son of a b*tch, you really are amazin! You won so many credits for our training base!" As Joseph Kingsley finished half of his sentence, his curses transformed into praise for Kyle.

"I've heard all of it. You went to the frontlines and was promoted to corporal in just three days, then you obtained important information about the enemy camp and led a troop of a hundred men yet you infiltrated the enemy base all by yourself and wiped out the entire base with just a small casualty!"

Joseph Kingsley gave Kyle a thumbs-up as he spoke with raw emotion.

"You're really talented! Do you know how important this raid is to our army? By wrecking the large base, three medium-sized camps and the transit camp, the situation at the front line of the war was completely reversed! All the troops in the military, no, the whole country had gone crazy over this perfect counter-attack!
"As the greatest contributor to this achievement, you're now considered as the hero of our country and the idol of all soldiers! As a result, there's a wave of young people lining up to join the army!

Compared to the time he was promoted to corporal in three days, Kyle was truly famous this time.

"Don't praise me so much or I'll become prideful." Kyle laughed lightly as his young, handsome face brimmed with self-confidence.

A mere American captain with super soldier constitution could shine brilliantly during World War II. So what's the difficulty in becoming a regional American hero with a more versatile and powerful card-picking system?

However, Kyle didn't expect that due to this campaign his reputation in the army would greatly enhance.
Kyle winked at Joseph Kingsley and asked with a slight expectation, "By the way, did the Commanding General mention anything about my rank or something? You know, since I've made such a huge contribution to the war."

"You son of a b*tch, you've been a corporal for such a short while and you're already thinking about your promotion?" Joseph Kingsley stroked his beard as he spoke with a straight face, "Meritorious service in the military is achieved over many years! Right now, defeating the Germans and defending our country is the most important thing. However, you really have achieved a lot in this campaign, so your rank has risen a bit!"
Kyle picked up the hint and asked, "How much is a bit?"

"See for yourself!" Chief Joseph did not want to say anything else about it. He took a soldier's ID card out of his uniform and threw it at Kyle.

Flustered, Kyle grabbed the newly registered card and examined the black and white headshot which was taken when he had joined the army.

Name: Kyle Dove.
Sex: Male. 
Age: 22. 
Rank: Second Lieutenant
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 "I'm a Second Lieutenant?! What––" Kyle was in a state of shock. It was not just a bit, it was huge jump!
Kyle looked up, eyes appallingly shocked. He jumped from enlisted to officer rank!

During the Second World War, Kyle looked at Captain America standing straight and proud before him.

 Suddenly, a series of skill cards appeared.

「Pistol Master」

「Martial Arts Master」

「Shield Defense Master」

「Super Soldier Serum」

Which skill card do you wish to extract?

“Wait… what? This golden finger… you must be pulling my leg! Not only skill cards but I can also extract super-powered skills like the Super Soldier Serum? Mother of God… what is this?!”

This is a re-write but will similar to novel aswell my remake of it. It will also be better translated.

Darth Vader is a fictional character in the Star Wars franchise. He is a primary antagonist in the original trilogy, but, as Anakin Skywalker, is the main protagonist of the prequel trilogy. Star Wars creator George Lucas has collectively referred to the first six episodic films of the franchise as "the tragedy of Darth Vader".[1]

Originally a Jedi prophesied to bring balance to the Force, Anakin Skywalker is lured to the dark side of the Force by Palpatine and becomes a Sith Lord. After fighting a lightsaber battle with his former mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi in which he is dismembered, Vader is transformed into a cyborg. He then serves the Galactic Empire as Darth Vader until he redeems himself by saving his son, Luke Skywalker, and seemingly killing Palpatine, sacrificing his own life in the process.[2] He is also the father of Princess Leia, the secret husband of Padmé Amidala, and grandfather of Kylo Ren, the main villain of the sequel trilogy.

The character has been portrayed by numerous actors. His cinematic appearances span the first six Star Wars films, as well as Rogue One, and he is referenced in both The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. He also appears in television series (most substantially The Clone Wars) and numerous iterations of the Star Wars Expanded Universe, including video games, novels, and comic books.

Darth Vader has become one of the most iconic villains in popular culture, and has been listed among the greatest villains and fictional characters ever.[3][4] The American Film Institute listed him as the third greatest movie villain in cinema history on 100 Years... 100 Heroes and Villains, behind Hannibal Lecter and Norman Bates.[5] His role as a tragic hero in the prequel trilogy was met with positive reviews.[6][7]

Name

Series creator George Lucas initially wrote the series' main villain as separate from Luke Starkiller's father Annikin [sic]. Various combinations of names for the character were built upon the phrase "Dark Water". Then Lucas "added lots of last names, Vaders and Wilsons and Smiths, and [he] just came up with the combination of Darth and Vader." After the release of The Empire Strikes Back (1980), Lucas said the name Vader was based upon the German/Dutch-language homophone vater or vader, meaning 'father', making the name representative of a "Dark Father".[8] However, there is no evidence that Lucas conceived of Vader as Luke's father before 1978.[9] Other words which may have inspired the name are "death" and "invader",[10] as well as the name of a high school upperclassman of Lucas's, Gary Vader.[11][12]

As no other character with the title "Darth" was introduced until the release of The Phantom Menace (1999),[b] some viewers interpreted it as the character's first name, in part because Obi-Wan Kenobi addresses him as "Darth" in the original film.[13] The moniker is bestowed upon Anakin in Revenge of the Sith (2005) upon his turn to the dark side of the Force.

Director Ken Annakin's films Swiss Family Robinson and Battle of the Bulge influenced the original trilogy,[14] leading some to believe that Anakin was named after him. Lucas's publicist denied this following Annakin's death in 2009.[15] Anakin and Luke's original surname "Starkiller" remained in the script until a few months into filming Star Wars, when it was dropped due to what Lucas called "unpleasant connotations" with Charles Manson and replaced with "Skywalker".[16][c]

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* Boom! * * Boom! * * Boom! * * Boom! *
 
Aunt Nat dropped a mountain of books on a small table where I am sitting.
 
"Understood? Good fighting boys are only popular until the end of elementary school! When you reach high school, your intellect is what makes you popular!" Aunt Nat said to me in a bossy pose.
 
Again? I want to know what's this popularity fixation is! It's not like I'm going to go to high school! I live on a hill!
 
"Are you okay, Aunt Nat?" I asked feeling a little strange. How did she recover from all those injuries in just one day? Is she even human!? And where did she get these new clothes from? As far as I know, she didn't store clothes in this house, especially jeans and a leather jacket ...
 
"Hmm? I'm fine, don't try to change the subject!"
 
"It's not like I'm trying to change the subject ..." I mumbled under my breath.
 
"Anyway, read books, try to read anything that catches your interest. That source of knowledge and life experience will be your secret to winning in life! If you want to read something let me know, I don't care if it's Manga. I will buy what you want. Read as much as you want." She said to me as she sat on the couch.
 
Why is she being so kind all of a sudden? Maybe these books are some ninja trap?
 
"You don't have to be so suspicious; I didn't put anything dangerous in the books." She said with a small playful smile.
 
I looked at her suspiciously, but I decided to trust her, for now. I picked up a book that was on the stack of books on the table and look at the title.
 
"Advanced mathematics, the universe of numbers?" I said to myself out loud, what kind of ridiculous title was that? Mathematics? It's that number thing, right? I remember my mom taught me a little bit about it when I was younger, it shouldn't be that difficult, right?
 
I opened the book and started reading, but soon I get several question marks in my head. What is this!? Just looking at all these numbers will give me a headache!
 
"The books are divided into basic, intermediate and advanced levels. The book you picked up is the advanced level book, you can't understand it if you don't read the others." She said to me with a smiling face as she lay on the couch in a sloppy position. 
 
"I understand." I nodded at her and looked for a book ... But how do I know which is the basic book!?
 
"What is the basic book?"
 
"Basic knowledge books are marked with the blue label, the intermediate ones with the yellow label, and the advanced ones with the red label."
 
Ohh, was she talking about these tapes? Wait...
 
"Why didn't you tell me that before?"
 
"Why didn't you ask?" she said to me with a confused face.
 
True ... I put the book I'm holding in my hand beside me and started looking for other books to read, I picked up a book called 'What if you were Captain America?', Another ridiculous title.
 
Looking at the cover image of the book, I saw a man holding a shield wearing a glued suit. Who is this guy? Why is he wearing an outfit so close to his body? Does he have weird fetishes like that old eye patch?
 
"Who is Captain America?" I ask Aunt Natasha who was taking off her leather jacket and wearing only jeans and a black T-shirt.
 
"Ohh, don't you know who Captain America is? How rare ... take that book over there and read a little, it tells a little about Captain America's life." She said to me with a surprised face.
 
What? Should meeting Captain America be common? Is he a celebrity or something?
 
I do as she said and picked up a thick black book with the title "Steve Rogers, Captain America."
 
I started reading about Steve Rogers' life, at first I wasn't paying much attention to his life, but soon I found myself fascinated by Steve's way of life. It was incredible that even with his weakened and weak body he wanted to help others, it was incredible to see how he fought against the Nazis for freedom, he really is an incredible person, such an incredible person existed in this world? I'm really looking forward to seeing the world now!
 
After spending I don't know how much time reading the biography of Steve Rogers, Captain America, I finally got to the last page of the book, and on the last page, I found a line from Captain America.
 
"We must all live in the real world ... And sometimes, that world can be quite cruel. But it's the [American] dream ... Hope ... That makes reality worth living for. In the early 1940s, I made a personal commitment to defend the Dream ... And as long as the dream remains, even if partially incomplete, I cannot abandon it!"
 
"Wooow!! He is incredible!!" I screamed out loud waking up Aunt Nat who was apparently asleep.
 
"It is not? He's amazing, do you want to be like him?" Aunt Nat asked me with serious eyes as she sat on the couch.
 
"What are you talking about?" I asked a little confused.
 
"Huh?" apparently it was not the answer she wanted, after all, she was looking at me with a very confused expression now.
 
"I don't want to be like him, Captain America is incredible, he is an example to follow, but he is also a fool."
 
"You can explain better?" She asked seriously. Huh? Where did her usual prankster go? Weird...
 
"You see, he fought World War II, right? From his biography, I can see very well that this war was horrible ... At that moment the world needed a hero, they needed a 'Captain America', but at what cost? Steve Rogers is a hero, the greatest of all heroes, but he is also a soldier who will never be able to leave the war, he will never be able to raise a family, and even if he does raise a family, he will never be able to protect his family, after all, he will have to be saving other people ... If being a hero is someone who sacrifices himself for other people and does not earn anything in return, if being a hero is someone who lets his loved ones die in favor of other people he has never seen in his life, if being a hero means that I must do work for free and not earn anything in return besides a miserable 'thank you', I don't want to be a hero. "

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Vrooom! Vrooom!
Just as Chen Xiaobei and Yin Wuqiu walked out of the building, they heard the sound of an engine purring.
"Block them!" Chen Xiaobei ordered.
"Yes!"
Yin Wuqiu was already charging towards the getaway car, at a speed that was faster than sound, and swiftly stood before it.
"My god!"
The person driving was Damien. He freaked out when he saw a shadow of a man flash before him.
The man was travelling at a blinding 200 kilometers per hour! How could a human travel that fast?
Zing!
Yin Wuqiu swung an arm and used his wind blade to slash the car that was coming at him.
The car was split into two halves!
"My god!" Zaar was beginning to tear up. Had the wind blades been ten centimeters closer, he would have been sliced into two as well.
To a highly skilled cultivator like Yin Wuqiu, there was no such thing as missing by ten centimeters.
Even though the car was cut into two, the cut was so clean that both parts of the car were still moving forward because of inertia.
Yin Wuqiu's approximation was flawless. The miss was deliberate. When the two halves of the car raced past him, they did not even graze the corner of his shirt. He then dipped his hand into the body of the car and picked Zaar up from the driver's seat in one swift move, with not a single beat missed.
"Heee…ro… Have mercy… Hero, have mercy!" Zaar was so freaked out his lips had turned purple. "How have I offended you, hero? Tell me and I will change! Please, please, please don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Yin Wuqiu did not answer him, but dragged him on the ground like a sack of potatoes to Chen Xiaobei. "Bro Bei, I've got him. What should we do with him?"
"Bro Bei?" Zaar's eyesballs nearly escaped their sockets.
How did Chen Xiaobei find such an extraordinary right-hand man? How puzzling! 
"Zaar, why are you in such a rush? Where were you heading?" Chen Xiaobei smirked.
"I…" Zaar seemed hesitant but when he saw Yin Wuqiu's glare, and he answered pliantly, "I heard the screams coming from the meeting room, and saw the floor littered with bodies. I didn't want to die, so I tried to run…"
"Mm, I like honest people. If you don't wish to die, I need you to bring me to a place!" Chen Xiaobei answered. 
"Alright! Alright! Just say the word, Mr. Chen! I will you wherever you want to go!" Zaar nodded almost too eagerly.
Chen Xiaobei could have ended Zaar just like that; what more Chen Xiaobei's monster of a sidekick.
Even if Zaar had the balls of a lion, he would not dare refuse Chen Xiaobei anymore.
"Bro Bei, what's the point of keeping this shithead alive?" Ying Wuqiu asked.
As the former master of Penglai Faction, Yin Wuqiu was a hegemonic elite. His contempt for a piece of shit like Zaar was only natural.
"He has a very special position. He's the high official of the Central Intelligence Agency. He's knee deep in some highly classified national secrets! Most importantly, we'll need him to be our guide for our tour of all of America's top secret facilities," Chen Xiaobei explained. 
Yin Wuqiu nodded and said nothing more.
Zaar looked deflated. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. In order to survive, he would have no choice but to obey Chen Xiaobei.
After that, the three of them headed for George Research Facility with Zaar at the wheel chauffeuring Chen Xiaobei and Yin Wuqiu in the passenger seats.
The journey proved to be a long one, so Chen Xiaobei took the opportunity to question Zaar. "So, tell me about the experiment."
Zaar swallowed hard before answering, "George is an expert in modifying the human body. The research is to explore the limits of human alterations. They are testing to see if biochemicals could instigate human's greatest abilities!"
"Get to the point!" Chen Xiaobei barked.
"Yes." Zaar paused for a moment before continuing, "Research required a lot of money and the biggest funding came from the military. That's why George Research Facility always prioritized the military! In order to get the fastest results to create their Bionic Soliders, George has resorted to unscrupulous methods of buying people in bulk from all over the world to be their lab rats. George doesn't care if they are men or women, young or old. George and his 'scientists' are the biggest human traffickers in the United States. He's a psychopath with no moral compass!"
Chen Xiaobei frowned. "What happened to those people?"
"Nothing good." Zaar explained. "George's experiments have yet to succeed. Nine of out of ten people who were injected with the experimental chemicals suffered an instant onset of decomposition and necrosis. If they're lucky, their death would be quick and instant. If they're not, strange growths would sprout out of their bodies, and they would die a slow, horrible death. There were however, some people who survived but only for short time. They even displayed superhuman abilities! Because of that, the American military continued to fund George's research!"
"Why weren't the cases where the people survived considered a success?"
"Those who survived had their DNA completely altered! They became like wild beasts, and were impossible to domesticate! How are Bionic Soldiers who are unable to follow orders be considered a success?"
"Animals!" Chen Xiaobei spat.
"Yes! George is an animal!" Zaar agreed. "He's inhumane, a lunatic! All these years, he has tortured and victimized at least 8,000 people! There's no one in this world more cold-blooded than he is!"
"The animal I was talking about is the American military!" Chen Xiaobei snapped. "If it were not for their funding, George would not have been so eager to succeed! He would not even have started researching Bionic Soldiers! He's might be the sword, but the people wielding the sword are the military!"
Zaar did not know what to say.
Chen Xiaobei's anger was fanned into flames.
His mind kept drifting to the thoughts of Xiangyu strapped to a laboratory table. Every fiber in Chen Xiaobei's being wanted to burst through the doors and raze the research facility to the ground.
After some time, they arrived at an area surrounded by mountains. 
"Mr. Chen, George Research Facility is in here. Why don't you go in yourself?" Zaar floundered.
"Mr. Zaar. Let me make this clear, you've already boarded the ship. You can disembark, of course, but you would have to leave your life on board!"
"No! No! No! I was just kidding! I'll bring you in! I'll bring you in myself!" Zaar gulped, and quickly led the way.
The laboratory was hidden in an inconspicuous valley shielded by mountains from every corner. It would have been impossible to find.
Zaar walked to a stone wall and carved in a random pattern on the surface. A stone slab popped out and revealed a fingerprint scanning device. 
He then placed his hand on it.
A thick, heavy boulder popped out and rolled to the side of the wall, revealing the entrance into the building.


In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings - whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society - do, when a mysterious application pops up in a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out 'Red Packets'; while spouting nonsense the entire time?  
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-Not really a SI but I'll make an exception for this one, it's very cool and I'm just a sucker for hero turned villain type stories.
*Izuku is inspired by Marvel Comics (Iron Man, Thanos...) He will build his own Infinity Gauntlet with quirks~
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*It's kinda hard to see a Villain Deku after S4 E13. This is pretty much a what if Deku doesn't get All Might's quirk fic~

Sypnosis: Apotheosis, the highest point in the development of something or if you prefer, the elevation of someone to divine status. "Fun isn't something one considers when trying to create a better world", Izuku smirked as he held up his gauntlet covered fist. "But this does put a smile on my face". Villain Izuku, eventually OP as hell. Infinity Gauntlet AU.
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Chapter 1 

"People aren't born equal", Even though they should be. We are all living breathing beings born of the same species on the same planet, in the same universe. So what made some people better than others? Quirks, super powers that over eighty percent of the population were born with. It used to be money, or ethnicity, but that was human nature. People will always find ways to be better than others just so they could look down on the others. Unfortunately for Izuku Midoriya, he was the one of the 'others' of society.
A quirkless boy that everyone looked down on, like he had some sort of disability just by being a normal human. But even still, he wanted nothing more than to be a hero, maybe not the greatest hero, but a hero none the less. All Might was always his idol, that man's smile and attitude was always a light in his otherwise bleak world. That's what he wanted to be, that light in someone else's world, Izuku felt like he owed it to someone out there to be their light just like All Might was his.
Until he was told by said hero to give up on his dreams. Until he saw All Might for what he really was. It was one thing to be picked on by Kacchan and told every day that he was a quirkless nobody that could never be a hero. As much as that chipped away at his self-esteem and confidence, he could still carry on with that. But to hear the same thing from the number one hero. That was soul crushing.
'I can't be a hero huh? Fine. You win world', Izuku sighed finally giving up. He didn't bother stopping to take notes on whatever commotion was going on in the streets. All of his notes, scientific formulas, diagrams and sketches for devices and gadgets were meaningless to him now. He didn't care anymore.
LATER THAT DAY
Izuku stared at his wall of hero posters and magazine cutouts with a somber look on his freckled face. Slowly he reached up and started taking them down, opened up one of the trash bags he got from the kitchen and stuffed it all into the bag.
"It appears your son is quirkless, I'm sorry but he won't be able to be a hero"
He took all of his notebooks and tossed them in the bag. Next was all of his theories, sketches and diagrams for devices and gadgets that could simulate a quirk. He even threw out all of his mathematical equations for these theories and hypothetical projects.
"I'm sorry Izuku"
Izuku went into his closet and grabbed all the comic books, manga, and graphic novels that he collected over the years. It wasn't just Japanese comics, but American ones to. He used to like the intricate and elaborate universes that Marvel and DC created with their comics. Now though they all lost meaning to him so into the trash they go.
"I'm sorry kid, but without a quirk you can't be a hero. We risk our lives every day, it's not something a quirkless person can do. Try being an officer, sure it's not the most glamorous job, but it's still a noble profession"
Lastly the All Might merchandise that he kept had to go. That man used to be his favorite hero. A hero that saved people with a smile and always preached about never giving up. Until Izuku got to meet him face to face and was told by the number one hero to give up. He even got to see the hero's true form, a skinny emaciated man that wore his muscles like a mask. Hiding the weak body beneath. It was all so eye opening. Not only was his dreams to be a hero crushed, but it turns out his role model All Might was nothing more than a pretender. 'Three hours a day huh?' He might as well be one of the made up heroes in those comic books stuffed in the trash. 'Clinging to his title and fame like a leech, even if it costs him his health'
Just like all these fake heroes in today's quirk obsessed society. All they cared about is fame and money. No one wanted to be a real hero that just wanted to save people. Kacchan was the perfect example, always boasting about being the greatest and richest hero ever, but the way he bullied Izuku you would think he'd be more suited for a life of villainy. Though that was human nature wasn't it, nobody did anything for free, everyone wanted something and these frauds dressed in colored costumes were no different. Where were the real heroes? The ones like in his comics, the ones that these moronic fakers pretended to be.
Irritation and disgust began to fill Izuku's thoughts as he glared at his now barren room. 'If I had a quirk I wouldn't be like them', that thought caused the green haired boy to deflate when he realized there really was nothing he could do about it. What could a week quirkless boy like him do to change society? To change the world? According to the doctor, Kacchan and All Might, nothing.
"People really aren't born equal", he sighed again sadly with tears building up. He always knew that he could never be a hero, but he just wanted to hear one person say he could do it. That's all, just one voice in the cacophony of screams that said he couldn't do anything, to say that they believed that a quirkless boy could do something great. That alone would been enough to ease all the pain and heart ache.
Walking back to the closet he checked to make sure everything got thrown away. There his eyes spotted one lone comic book sitting on the top shelf. Reaching up he grabbed it and brought it to his face to look at the cover. He smiled lightly to himself as he remembered this one fondly. A story where the villain technically wins, but the bad guys motives while horrific were done for what he believed to be a noble cause. Balancing the universe, making everything as it should be. Flipping through it he paused on a very epic drawing of the purple skinned villain holding up his gauntlet covered hand about to snap his fingers with it. His green eyes lingered on the stone covered gauntlet while his mind ran a mile a minute.
Izuku suddenly felt an idea pop into his head. For some reason this particular comic reminded him of an interesting article he read a while back. Placing the novel on his desk he went over to the trash bag and dug through for some of his notebooks. Finding the correct one the freckle faced boy flipped it open to his notes along with the print out of the scientific discussion.
Apparently a scientist in Germany figured out a liquid serum that once ingested or injected directly into the blood stream could give that person a quirk for a limited time. Just a few seconds, according to a highlighted sentence. The serum was based from the concentrated DNA of quirked individuals and was unfortunately abandoned due to the dead end the research team ran into.
This led Izuku to wonder. The serum, called project 'Prometheus', was considered a failure due to the fact that the time limitations could never be expanded upon. Looking at his notes on the formulas that were published in the article, he had to wonder if they were looking in the wrong direction. If a quirk could be concentrated into liquid form, could it be concentrated into a solid form. For example a stone, a small stone that could be fitted to a device that would allow the wielder to use a quirk that the stone was derived from.
Izuku pulled out some blank papers and started drawing up some equations. He may not have had a quirk, but he still excelled in math and science. In fact if it wasn't for his foolish dream to go to U.A he would have graduated middle school a year ago. Having a genius level intellect was the only solace the universe gave him, after robbing him of the gift of having a quirk. Too bad such a powerful mind wasn't even considered as remarkable in a world where quirks outshine everything.
THE NEXT MORNING
"Yes this is it", Izuku wanted to laugh in triumph. "This is it" He spent all night working on this equation and he finally cracked it. A way to extract the essence of a quirk from someone's DNA and concentrate it into a crystalized stone form. His formula was based off of project 'Prometheus', except his would work, in theory at least. He was so close though, just a few lines of math could turn a quirkless person into the most powerful being on the planet. All he needed was some sort of object to attach the stones too once they were made. But what kind of devise should he make? Looking at the comic that inspired him he decided that he might as well go with that.
"The Infinity Gauntlet", Izuku smiled thinking about the future hero society he will make with this device. No more frauds and pretend heroes like All Might. Everything will be as it should be. Perfectly balanced. With only those he deemed real heroes allowed. His dream to be a hero was dead, but his new dream, he vowed would come to fruition.
However there was just one problem.
"Where am I going to get the money to make it?"

This was an idea a friend and I came up with recently after seeing Infinity War. At first I wasn't going to write this because I already had an Infinity Gauntlet parody I planned on doing in the future as part of the Time Misfits trilogy on my profile, but we started talking about this idea and spent a good three hours discussing it. By the end my friend practically begged me to write it so here I am.
My knowledge of this series isn't as encyclopedic as say Bleach as I just go into it, I'm on season two, so I'll do my best. Thank god for Wiki, am I right?
If Izuku was going to be a villain I like to think he'd be a nerdy type villain like Syndrome. A villain that makes devices and gadgets to make himself powerful. Knowledge is power and all that.
Izuku is not going to have the gauntlet yet, it will be some chapters later where he finishes it and adds the stones to it. It's going to be five stones not six, no mind stone because I feel like that would a bit too OP. The stones are also going to work a bit differently then what you're probably thinking.
I don't want to spoil too much, but there's going to be a couple fight scenes between Izuku and All Might where things are going to get pretty crazy. I'm trying to improve how I write fight scenes, so consider this a teaser of coming events.
I'm curious to see what you all think. Should I continue it or scrap this story?

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Flavio massaged his temples due to the accumulation of sensations he felt when reading the document "You are telling me that my parents did not die but that they abandoned me because it was a burden for them due to their work in the American research agency.
How two Mexicans managed to enter in that American organization, but most importantly, why the hell did they kill my grandparents, what kind of parents were they? "
Flavio gave a blow on the table which broke very easily "WASTE MY LIFE CRYING IN HIS TWO FALSE TOMBS, DAMNED HIJOS DE PUTA[1].
Just tell me, Danna, this is real or it's just something related to false memories "
Danna was scared to see and feel Flavio's anger. "I'm afraid to tell you it's real, your parents were ordered by their superiors to kill your grandparents while you were studying.
They did it with great care to prevent it from looking like homicide and will go through natural death, maybe after hearing how they met it helps you to understand them.
Your parents met in an exchange of information in Tlatelolco in the late 80s, all related to communist movements by Cuban infiltrators.
One thing led to another and soon they ended up starting a relationship in a bar in the historic center of Mexico City.
Being agents their relationship could not be public so when your mother had you decided to leave you with your grandparents to take care of you, obviously the agency knew about their movements but they decided to allow it because like a baby you were not a problem.
Your grandparents always knew about your parents' work but they didn't want to say anything because it was a way to protect you, unfortunately, when you grew up and had problems with Miyuki, your parents were ordered to kill your grandparents. "
Flavio clenched his fist keeping his head down. "Go on, you still haven't told me how they became agents or why I should be interested in what these bastards sell homelands and parricides."
Danna cleaned part of the sweat from her forehead "Your parents became special agents to the US service while studying their police careers, they were sent to train in the United States and at that time they were recruited and trained to be spies.
The complete information was lost on Amatlein's release, the reason I mentioned this is why I belonged to the criminal investigation agency.
You will see with the liberation of Amatlein the two most important organizations of the United States have divided the criminal investigation agency organized the citizens and what was left of the national guard to take refuge in the peninsula of Baja California in Mexico.
But the central intelligence agency led by power groups sold their humanity and joined Amatlein as minions to keep their lives, like the dogs that are still attacking us.
There are your parents come in since they were the ones who sent you the invitation so that you will take the flight that was about to sacrifice your soul but your luck saved you.
The point is that your mother could have visions of how you have developed and everything you have done, all this information has Amatlein but it seems not to matter because it is busier invading the fourth dimension.
Although it has not been able to advance much its invasion due to the iron resistance of the beings of the fourth dimension.
We obtained information about your life, after launching a surprise attack in the city of San Francisco where we found reports about the Flavio threat, we decided to investigate with our informants in different parts of the country and we could know that you are the only hope of humanity.
Also thanks to this we learned of many gods like Miyuki and Hellena that always appeared in the reports, the Japanese resistance informed us that Miyuki was part of his divine family, while Hellena only knew that she was a demigod.
After this, the greatest minds of what is left of humanity work day and night hand in hand with the surviving gods to create a portal that will take us to where you were.
Because the fourth dimension was dangerous, we used a thin line between the limbus and the fourth dimension to enter, to find your coordinates, all the reports were read over and over again until you could square where you were.
We managed to discover that you were in southern Mexico due to the Olmeca keyword, from your mother's reports we learned that the city of the sale was your capital.
We undertook the trip over 100 members prepared to die and be able to convince you, but on the way, we were attacked by some strange beings from limbo in the end only I survived.
I managed to reach the capital, fortunately, I studied Latin in the academy as an optional subject, otherwise, I would not know how to communicate.
I learned that you were in the south wall after asking the merchants so I decided to dress in clothes of the time and find you, it was not complicated because there is only one path that led to your Quartz palace.
To get your attention without being a goddess, I had to use a technology that allows emulating time to stop as the gods do, it is a Magic technology but it is the only thing I had at hand, after that you already know the rest. "
Flavio was thinking with his eyes closed while using his hands as support for his chin "Danna what you have told me has only caused me to hate my parents as you have no idea, but that doesn't give me enough reasons to help you."
Flavio got up and opened the balcony window where the snow looked beautiful when it was bathed in the afternoon sun "See what I have built, an empire and a new nation the Empire of Nova Roma, I have a big family why I would sacrifice All I have to help them.
I am a damn selfish person who prefers to safeguard his family than to put her at risk to be a hero, sometimes it is necessary to learn to say No. "
Danna smiled forcefully "I'm sorry Flavio but you leave me no choice"
At that moment, Danna activated her bracelet and everything stopped before everyone in the room was absorbed by a black hole ...
[1] motherfuckers


Our protagonist was a Mexican who died on a flight, when he woke up he found Apollo who reincarnated him as the grandson of Gaius Octavian Turino (Augustus) the first Roman emperor, having a mission in hand to conquer the New World to save the Roman polytheist world and his existence.

Our protagonist will be able to develop the great Roman civilization in America and survive the different ones that exist in this distant land ...

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Chen Feng saw the characters appearing one after another in the operating interface in front of him. This character lights up very quickly and faintly. Chen Feng looked at Bat Man, Iron Man, and Ghost rider etc.

"Are 2nd-level heroes like this?" Chen Feng said to himself.

Suddenly, the blinking speed slowed down, and immediately, a burly man appeared in front of Chen Feng, full of explosive muscles, red and white blue in bright star uniforms, a shield of the same color was his weapon.

Well, this person, Chen Feng immediately realized that he and the Hulk were in the same world. Chen Feng was very impressed.

Captain America!!!

Then, all of this character's information appeared on the other side of the display interface.

.....

>[Character source - Captain America: The Avengers Vanguard]<

>[2nd-level hero]<
>[Captain America]<
>[Name - Steve Rogers]<
>[Main weapon: Vibranium Shield]<

Extractable Ability: 
>[Super Soldier Serum: 500 AP]<
>[Vibranium Shield: 1000 AP]<
>[Western Boxing: 7 AP]<
>[Drawing Ability: 3 AP]<
>[Gun Shooting Ability: 3 AP]<
>[Military Command Capability: 10 AP]<
>[English Language: 1 AP]<

.....

Seeing all the information that came out of the system, Chen Feng lightly bit his teeth. There was a desire to strangle the system to death. As we all know, Captain America's best place was that he had Super Soldier Serum. This because of this serum that made the changed of American Captain.

Since the release of the film "Iron Man", Chen Feng had also been a fan of Marvel, and he also knew all the heroes in the Marvel world.

The American Captain was a thin young man from the start, he stimulated his human potential with the Super Soldier Serum and turned it into a "perfect" posture. Therefore, Captain America has a high level of intelligence, strength, dexterity, sharpness, and physicality that cannot be reached by ordinary people. He was able to bench press half a ton without any help. Serum also strengthens metabolic function and is able to fully metabolize fatigue-causing substances such as lactic acid in muscles, which gives it endurance that is completely unthinkable by normal people, such as running in less than a minute. 1 mile (26.6 meters per second), etc., with a maximum speed of 48 kilometers per hour. For this reason he was able to rise again after being frozen for decades after being suspended in a condition of false death. Captain America's somatic cells are immune to alcohol and poison, will not get drunk, have immunity against most diseases, and serum will delay aging.

More than that, even though the captain will be injured by a gun, his physique was different from an ordinary person's body, which will superficially implant bullets that were fatal to ordinary people. Even though it will bleed, the impact of its actions were not large, just like how normal people falling and scratching their skins.

Chen Feng still remembered that when he watched "Avengers", the captain was immediately hit by a gun of the aliens, and in the end it seemed like he was only slightly injured.

"I really want it but...Damn it!!"

"The freaking Super Soldier Serum actually needs 500 Achievement Points. According to my current progress, I can get only 5 Achievement Points in a month. If it requires 500 AP, then it will take 100 months. It takes at least 8 years."

"Too long!!"

Chen Feng couldn't help but cry out, at this moment Chen Feng really had a crazy feeling, his eyes continued to decline along with the abilities listed in the system. 

Western boxing, there were not enough points for now.

Painting ability?

Captain America still can paint?

Chen Feng could not help but come up with a strange idea, and remembering it carefully, it looked like the American Captain actually can draw the picture, and it looked quite good, 3 AP?

Well, what's the point of learning to draw now? Draw yourself?

Chen Feng felt a little depressed, followed by the mechanical ability of the gun, eh, proficient in Gun Shooting, only requiring 3 AP? it seemed Captain America's gun method was quite bad.

He thought about it for a while, and Chen Feng realized.

Actually, Captain America's gun method might be really ordinary. At least in the film, Captain America didn't show how great his gun shooting was. At that time, in the "Avengers", Captain America held a gun when people fired at each other, Chen Feng estimated that at a distance of less than thirty meters, he really missed the opponent and almost fell from the aircraft carrier.

I remember that the captain of the United States said that following the principle of "not killing people", he did not use pistols or other space artillery after World War II unless he was forced to defend himself.

Is the Captain America gun shooting too bad?

In addition, there was Captain America's fighting skills, which may be good, but certainly not so great. Although he had always been recognized as the strongest melee master among the many superheroes in the universe, but only in the film. 

Judging from his capabilities displayed, Captain America's fighting skills could only be said to be staying alive, sometimes even worse than the villain's combat skills.

Well, in Marvel Universe, the villains will not stand still and let you easily catch them. Most of them rely on brute strength to fight back. So if Captain can win against them mean that his fighting skills were really good enough I guess.

"Looks like only the English Language is the exception. Other ability is too expensive." 

Chen Feng could not help but curse.

"System, extract English Language for 1 Achievement Point."

A ray of light fell onto the Captain America's body, and then struck directly into Chen Feng's brain. Immediately, Chen Feng felt that something was happening in his brain.

"Am I really learning English?" Chen Feng murmured.

He glanced at the American Captain again. Chen Feng frowned slightly. He suddenly thought of something. He used to collect Captain America information on the Internet. He still remembered one thing.

The Captain America's body will regularly issue Super Soldier Serums automatically.

"Yes, there it is."

Thinking about this, Chen Feng said directly to the system: 

"System, does the Captain America's body automatically release the Super Soldier Serum?"

>[Yes! Host]< The mechanical sound of the system echoed in Chen Feng's mind.

>[However, the serum that are secreted automatically by the body of the American Captain only have lower effect compare to the original Super Soldier Serum injected to the American Captain!]<

"So, can I extract the Super Soldier Serum that was released automatically by the Captain America?" Chen Feng immediately asked.

>[Can be extracted!]< The sound of the system continued to echo in Chen Feng's ears.

"I'm counting on you system, so why didn't you tell me early?" 

Chen Feng could not help but shout. He could not hold back his anger. Luckily, he liked Marvel films and collected a lot of hero data on weekdays, only did he remember this information.

>[The extractable capabilities listed in this system only provide references, and extraction of the remaining capabilities requires the host's own selection!]< The sound system is still cold and has no emotions.

"Forget it, forget it! It is very competitive to chat with this system, this system is just heartless, unable to have general knowledge with it!" 

Chen Feng murmured in his heart, and then quickly said: 

"Then the system, I want to extract the Serum that is released automatically by Captain America, how much Achievement Points is needed?"

>[System Analysis]<

After less than a second, a cold voice from the system echoed in Chen Feng's ear again.

>[To extract the serum that is automatically produced by Captain America's body, you need 20 AP.]<

"Very cheap?" Chen Feng was a little surprised.

Although he still can't exchange it yet, but compared to the original Super Soldier Serum price more than 500 AP, it is undoubtedly easier to extract this copy from Captain America's body. Although the effect may not be as good as the original, but it certainly can strengthen his body.

"Too bad, I still can't extract it! However, according to this progress, it seems like I can only extract it in four months. However, the premise is that in this four months, I cannot extract anything else."

Chen Feng keeps asking: "System, what happens if I stop extraction?"

>[The extracted character can be saved!]<

The mechanical sound of the system echoed in Chen Feng's mind.

>[This system can save up to 5 heroes in Level 1]<

"Can you save to 5 heroes? Hmm, great!"

Chen Feng nodded, and a smile appeared on his face: "It seems that the system is still more humanlike this time, and the hero who cannot be extracted for a while can be saved!"

"Save Captain America, wait for me have enough Achievement Points in the future" Chen Feng said to the system.

>[Captain America have been successfully saved.]< The sound of the system echoed in Chen Feng's ears.

This time Chen Feng gained the ability to speak English. That was better than nothing. 

"In the future, let's see the face of English teacher when he give the result hehe..." He chuckled happily.

At this moment, the sound of the system was once in Chen Feng's ears again.

>[Host, there is another opportunity to extract the 1st-level hero, do you want to use it?]<

"Is there one more?" Chen Feng could not help but stop for a moment. He suddenly remembered. The 2nd-level hero extraction from the system was the bonus for him getting the system the first time.

But he didn't get the 1st-level hero that system said to give him every month yet.

When he thought about it here, Chen Feng suddenly came to understand.
 
"The American Captain is a 2nd-level hero. Of course, his ability is too difficult to extract. But how about the 1st-level hero? Hehe...Maybe I will get something useful this time."

"System, start random drawing the 1st-level hero."

-Are you looking down on me? Do you think you are better than me?

Ok, now tell me!

-Study? - I have photographic memory and can speak more than 10 languages.

-Fight? - I have strenght of Hulk in "Marvel"

-Basketball? - I have power of "Slam Dunk". Convince yet? If not, I will get power from "Kuroko no Basket"

-Soccer? -  I will get power from "Captain Tsubasa" and get soccer skill from Ronaldo whenever I want.

Now what? Hey where are you going?
Tch...Dare you to look down on me because I'm fatty?

Ok now I become handsome. Do you convince yet?

See the transformation of Chen Feng because of System.

"...and the recent series of robberies seem to stem from multiple people. I can only state that the Quirkless are somehow involved in these injustices as a product of our primarily Quirk-filled society."

Izuku twitched as he half listened to the television in the corner of the hospital room. His mind was more paying attention to slowly tugging on a particular Quirk, and only frowned as the personality behind it began to struggle a bit. There was no conflict or fights to attend to. As such, the personality wanted nothing to do with the boy right now.

Which was perfect for his experiment.

"I agree with some of your statements, Mister Uchitake, but you can't honestly believe that Quirkless people are behind these problems. A Quirk that can convince people that they're a different person entirely is a greater point of contention. Besides, there's also the fact that the up and coming American hero, Slipstream, has come over in accordance to the Longbow Heroics Laws due to All Might continuously missing, for a couple weeks might I add, this American gang that has arrived here. I for one think that something is amiss here."

Izuku's concentration faltered for a second, screams and inhuman roars blasted his eardrums for a moment too long. However, his grip on the Quirk remained stable. A mantra of conviction repeating back and forth through his head as sweat began to pile his brow.

This struggle had been going on too long. Exhaustion was curling around his thoughts, and he could only grit his teeth as the Quirk entered the range where he felt it take effect only to leave a moment later with phantasmal thrashing in its wake. Something was about to give.

Izuku was so close. He shoved the Quirk, shouldering it with all the strength he could muster. It tried to thrash; to escape, but he held on like his life depended on it.

"I'm sure All Might is having trouble dealing with all the rabble, though. The help of an aero-kinetic like Slipstream would be beneficial in taking down a gang that-"

Izuku focused solely on his task when he felt it. Flesh bubbled up from beneath his skin, growing rapidly like a purposeful cancer. It coated him, and molded around his form.

The suit of flesh rippled, trying to find something to react to. There was a hunger to it; a ceaseless desire to grow and adapt. However, there was nothing nearby. No threat to outperform; so, it flowed around Izuku, forming a replica of him but better.

His skin toughened, becoming a composite of skin, keratin, and thin calcium strips. Muscles became harder, weaving into stronger threads until they wrapped around Izuku's body like a warm sleeve. A cage of bone latticed over his body from there, building from the ends of the woven muscle fibers.
On the outside, Izuku looked the same. His stature stayed rather small for his age; dull, green eyes stared over a mess of dark green strands. Pale skin was his primary tone, yet it looked much healthier than before.

That was only the suit of flesh mimicking Izuku. His actual body was housed inside the protection of the suit, a slight regeneration healing the small aches and pains his actual body felt. From experience, he knew that that regeneration was barely a fraction of a fraction of the actual regeneration his flesh suit had.

He hadn't known much more than that, but now he didn't need to. The Quirk inside him was thrashing, trying to escape the stranglehold Izuku had on it. There was a time limit, and the time required to actually hold the Quirk in place, but he had done it.

"This is boring! Fight something! Your power is great, but you don't use it for anything!" A voice echoed in between his ears, raging. The lust for violence and conflict speared through the young boy's thoughts for a moment before the mantras he learned came to him.

Clarity reached his lips as he drowned out the voice, playing around with his newfound cloak of flesh. Each movement felt powerful, every step was as light as a feather despite how much he weighed, and Izuku marveled at how tough just his outer skin felt when he poked it. He wanted to spend his time figuring out more, but he had an experiment to complete.

Izuku held back a cheer as he lost the Quirk after another four or five minutes of struggle, the suit sloughing off of him before evaporating into a fine red mist while his breath coming back in rushed pants. A glance at the clock told him how long it took to actually accomplish his task.

Thirty minutes. His mind blanked at that number. It was so much exhausting effort for only a couple minutes of actual use. He huffed.

It was a start, at least.

"...in Musutafu." Izuku craned his neck from his sweat filled spot on the floor, the television taking his attention. There was now a hero flying on the screen; a skintight suit of light blue with silver accents in the shape of wind currents adorning his form. "Slipstream himself has reportedly been in contact with this gang several times in the past, and his detailed captures of multiple members states that they use Quirkless people as in betweens for their members with Quirks. His use of high-speed air currents is imperative for capturing these weaker members, and I feel All Might is lacking his delicate touch as he grows older. Just yesterday-"

Izuku clicked off the newscast. He had heard enough propaganda to know that whenever All Might was being degraded, it was probably trash news. The number one hero still believed in him when he didn't, so Izuku would believe in the man regardless. It didn't help the bitter feelings whenever he met his hero, but it did help ease his guilt.

Still, he had other things to worry about. Like the fact that he couldn't really move anything beyond bending a finger; exhaustion crippling him in a way he hadn't thought possible. Or maybe the fact that the door to the room swung open and a familiar gasp rang into his ears.

"Izuku!" Miss Hikiru rushed over to his side, cradling his head in her hands. "What on Earth happened? Are you okay?"

His head lolled in her hands, burying down a rosy blush at the sudden contact. "I- I'm fine! Just te- testing some of m- my Quirks!"

"Testing? Izuku, I thought you promised not to hastily do things without supervision!"

"I- I know, b- but I think I got it!" Izuku said, hoping his words would assuage whatever feelings his crush was having. "I c- can use my Q- Quirk."

Miss Hikiru paused for too long of a second, staring past Izuku to his still comatose mother before a resplendent smile broke her face. "That's wonderful Izuku! I'm so happy for you!"

Izuku was ecstatic with the praise, happily blushing and trying to squirm in her arms. The day was weeks in the making, but it just kept getting better and better.

Soon he would be able to fix everything.

His happy musings were broken as the door to the hospital room swung open, a costumed hero standing in the doorway. Skintight blue with accents of silver were the first thing that Izuku could see, and he suddenly felt as if there was a slight breeze traversing the room, except the window had been shut tight due to a storm warning earlier that day. A half mask that only covered the top of the man's head adorned the man's face protecting everything everything about his identity other than the light browns that lit up as soon as his gaze landed on Izuku.

"S- Slipstream!" Izuku stuttered, trying to rise even with his tired body. The hero who was out there supposedly coming to help All Might was talking to him, but one thought struck him in the middle of his haze. "W- what are you doing h- here?"

Slipstream turned to the boy, his face studying Izuku. He frowned for a second before sighing. "You are… Izuku Midoriya, correct?"

"Y- yes! A- are you here for m- me?"

Miss Hikiru pulled izuku closer, and the boy caught a scowl beginning to form on her lips. "I think you have the wrong room, sir. Your mannerisms are not really selling a good message for a child here. Also, I don't think I've heard of a Slipstream in Japan's hero roster, so I'm going to have to ask for an ID."

"I apologize for how my actions seemed. I'm not really… good with people." The man winced, reaching into one of the pockets on the silver belt he wore. Izuku noticed the fact that now he noticed the man had thicker partitions in his suit that covered some of the more vital parts on his body. "Izuku's records give a much more... loose approximation on his mental state. Seeing young Izuku so coherent was something I didn't expect. By the way," Slipstream handed Miss Hikiru a card. "That's my hero card."

Miss Hikiru flipped the card around, eyebrow rising. "You're American? Your Japanese is really good, though."

"Yes, I have the advantage of having a good teacher, and the Longbow Heroics Laws helped me in crossing the borders so that I could help in taking care of the gang that has… invaded Musutafu." Slipstream turned back to Izuku, his lips in a firm, purposeful frown. "I'm here to also keep tabs on young Izuku here. One of his Quirks was listed to be a potential, permanent biological enhancer that could be given to both people with Quirks and the Quirkless. With the Legion of Tomorrow trying to expand here, it's best if they do not get their hands on Izuku."

Miss Hikiru's arms tightened around the boy in question, filling an unknown warmth that Izuku didn't know he needed. He leaned into the action, barely hearing the heated words the woman spat. "And is that something a boy his age should hear? He has enough on his mind to start to worry about kidnapping for god's sake!"

Izuku flinched at the shrill screech she gave off, finding the American hero's eyes locking with his. They didn't seem to guess if he was ready, nor did they seem to pause to reconsider their words. Slipstream just knew. Knew that sometimes sugarcoating things did more harm than good.

That was all Izuku needed to know before he opened his mouth. "I- it's fine. M- more importantly, what's this a- about my r- records?"

"Your police records." Slipstream said, not even faltering for a second. "They documented everything about your Quirks, and have given several more on potential counters." He paused, face falling into contemplation. "On the topic, have you given thought to your future?"

"T- the topic? Y- you mean my Q- Quirks?"

The hero hummed, a strained smile coming over his features one moment before disappearing in a display of professionalism. "Indeed, a man I looked up to once told me that I had my Quirk for a reason, and that to squander it would be a crime in and of itself. It's a sort of… motto for me as a hero: if I had the power to change the outcome of an event, why would I hide away. Why would I fail someone who could have been saved had I been there."

Izuku's breathing increased the more he heard. Everything the American hero said struck a chord in his heart strong enough to dislodge his determination to keep his Quirks away. Voices began trickling into his ears, screaming at him, laughing at him, jeering at whatever they could find.

Yet, no matter what they said, Izuku was paying attention to one thought going through his mind. Something that took up more of him than drowning out the tide of chaos of the villains in his head.
Izuku was guilty.

An incomprehensible guilt that seeped down his throat and choked a whine from it. It was stupid, some part of Izuku knew. However, how could he simply stand here and let people suffer while he had the abilities to change something, anything.

"And you do, Izuku. The toll is not so steep considering all the good you can do. All the lives you can save just by snipping one." Honey dripped into his ear, coaxing him.

For a damning second, Izuku faltered. He remembered there was a series of kidnappings happening in Mustafu quite close to where he lived. Perhaps, if he masqueraded as a child without aide, they'd come after him.

"No one would miss them," a voice chimed, almost in unison with Izuku's thoughts. Izuku could finally get rid of some of this guilt piling up on his shoulders, and save some people in the process. He would be a hero.

"N- no…" Izuku mumbled to himself. He felt it deep in his bones. These thoughts were not his, these answers were not his, and the voices in his head were all still there. "I- I can't be a h- hero."

Control slammed back into him in a trembling fit. The nine Quirks were hurled back into the corners of his mind, and Izuku shivered at how close he became. How simple words affected him so much.

His eyes darted around, swirling in his skull as he found himself in a chair while Miss Hikiru was yelling at Slipstream across the room.

The aero-kinetic hero looked apologetic, turning a slight frown Izuku's way. "I see you're back. My words were misspoken, young Izuku. Your seemingly innocuous coherency had given me a false sense of misplaced guidance. Perhaps when your control of your… emotional state increases, there will be a chance in the future to continue this conversation."

"Y- yeah," Izuku lied. His eyes failing to the floor, hoping his hero would leave soon. "M- maybe."

"I would hope so. Your Quirks are powerful, and would be a great boon to society. You simply keeping them to yourself would be selfish-"

"That's it!" Miss Hikiru pushed Slipstream, her hands failing to find purchase on his body despite clearly pushing against the man's sculpted figure, but containing enough force to shove him out the open door. Izuku's therapist flailed a bit at not grabbing hold of the hero, but caught herself long enough to shut the door in the man's face. "That's enough of that asshole!"

Izuku blinked at her, and she looked up just in time to see large, green eyes staring right back. Her hands zipped up to her mouth, clasping audibly.

"You didn't hear that, Izuku!"

"I- it's fine…" Izuku blushed, rosy warmth lighting up his cheeks. "I- I already know m- more."

Miss Hikiru looked aghast, sitting across from Izuku before frowning. "You better not be using that language, young man. I know All Might can't be here more than a couple minutes every week, but he can certainly reprimand you if you're using those words to be mean."

"I- I'm not! I swear!"

"I know," she hummed, reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone. A few seconds of tapping rang in Izuku's ears before she looked back to him. "Now, are you going to tell me about your interacting with your Quirk without supervision… again."

Izuku shriveled into himself. "I- I thought I could do it this time… a- and the first time d- didn't go too bad."

"Izuku, the first time we found you in a dark room with only your laptop screen as light all because you just listened to one of these… apparitions!" Miss Hikiru huffed, sending a brief glance to Inko Midoriya still dwelling in dreams. "They're just manifestations of your guilt trying to drag you down. It's your Quirk, Izuku, these people aren't real."

"W- what if they are." Izuku shuddered, remembering everything they ever said. After thinking about it. Forcing himself to recall all the little details, all of it seemed too real to just throw aside it as some misplaced schizophrenia. "T- their personalities are too d- developed for me to come up with. A- and I'm too c- conscious of them as w- well, and-"

A sigh broke him from his mumbles. "Izuku, I think, as your therapist, I have a better grasp on the matter."

Izuku wanted to scream at the self assured face of Miss Hikiru in front of him. Crush or not, Izuku didn't want to tell her that she wasn't really good at her job. That all she had done was probably look up what a therapist might have been.

However, the young boy held his tongue. She was a person who had stayed with him for months while others left in days. The crush he had on her just warmed those feelings of comfort.

In the end, that feeling was something he was severely starved of.

"Are you still thinking on that a- on Slipstream's words?"

Izuku nodded just for the change of subject, letting Miss Hikiru speak again. "Don't worry about him. American heroes all tend to hide their identity in some way, shape, or form; it tends to make them put on another mask that is more than physical. Besides, the Longbow Heroics Laws only state he can assist in villains arrest while cutting through customs, not messing with kids."

"O- oh, but his words w- were right… i- in some places."

"Izuku…" she sighed, reaching over to brush some of Izuku's green hair away from his face. "Don't let his words get to you. You're a wonderful kid, and I only hope that you can get over your guilt." Her features glitched for a moment, appearing to frown and smile at the same time. "I just know that whatever you set your mind to, you'll excel at. Just… take more care of yourself. You're only a kid."
The holder of the Nine looked down, a smile breaching his face once more. "O- okay…"

"Good!" Miss Hikiru smiled, her cheeks dimpling as she patted Izuku on his shoulders. "Now, how about we go get your mother a present for when you finally wake her up?"

Izuku nodded, childish innocence finally giving way as his hand slipped into his therapist's one. She was bad at her job, and sometimes forgot about him like All Might. However, whenever he was with her, Izuku felt like she always knew how to react. A perfect smile to light up any worries he had at the time.

And that was what mattered to the young boy. A sense of safety, and a place away from the prison that was his own body. The prisoners always knew what to say or do to keep him from smiling.

Yet, the smile of Izuku Midoriya never left that day.

Izuku Midoriya has nine imaginary friends. Except they're not really his friends, and the Quirks they use are not really imaginary. 

(A story in which BNHA's precious boy gains the powers of the worst of villains for the best of reasons) 

Note: You do not need knowledge on Worm or My Hero Academia to read this. Though, knowing a bit about either or both might be more enjoyable. I have been known to be wrong, too. 

Disclaimer: There will be blood, minipulations, deaths, and body horror beacuse of Slaughterhouse 9. Also, I do not own My Hero Academia, nor Worm as those belong to Kohei Hirokoshi and Wildbow respectively.

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