The Catalyst Code: One Small Change (MHA Fic)

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The Catalyst Code: One Small Change (MHA Fic)

章節 1: The Butterfly's Shadow

Just one small change...

That's all it took. One insignificant shift in the grand tapestry of fate, and the world as we knew it unraveled, thread by thread.

Heroes. Villains. Labels bestowed by society to categorize the chaotic dance of power that surged through its veins. But what if the dichotomy was flawed? What if this system, praised for its justice, was the very catalyst for the darkness that crept in the corners of every city? If the world were truly just, would the need for heroes even exist?

No. Perhaps the true enemy was not the villains, but the concept of heroism itself.

Criminals and cops—oh, how simple life could have been...

But then came the quirks. Miracles, they called them. Gifts from the heavens. Yet, with every quirk that manifested, a shadow was born—a shadow that deepened with each new generation, until it grew into something unrecognizable, something monstrous. And those who were quirkless? They were cast aside, labeled as weak, useless—a silent majority whose potential was dismissed before it was even known. But what if they weren't truly quirkless?

What if… the label itself was a lie?

Some whispered of a hidden truth—of anomalies within the so-called quirkless. A flicker of power, too faint to grasp. A dormant force, lying beneath the surface, waiting for something—or someone—to awaken it. The world saw the quirkless as broken, but maybe, just maybe, they were the key to unraveling the mysteries of quirks themselves.

For years, this mystery remained buried, suffocated under layers of societal expectations and scientific complacency. Until one woman, driven by her insatiable curiosity and aided by her position within the very system she would come to question, dared to dig deeper. What she found was beyond imagination: an energy, a pulse within every living being—a force that, if harnessed, could change everything.

Yet, she was not the only one to notice.

There was a group, shrouded in darkness, operating in the forgotten spaces between society's lines. Not the HPSC, not the League of Villains, but something older, something deeper. They called themselves The Obsidian Collective—a name spoken only in hushed tones, known to few, feared by many. And within their shadowy ranks, they harbored a secret—the knowledge and means to awaken this dormant energy in anyone, even the quirkless.

Their motives were as obscure as their existence, but one thing was clear: they had a plan.

Unseen, unknown, and undiscovered, this plan was the first ripple in the tide that would change everything.

And in the darkened office of the HPSC, a lone figure sat in silence, the weight of a secret too great to bear alone pressing down upon her. The president knew—oh, she knew—but was powerless to act. Orders from above were absolute: "Do not interfere."

So she watched, as the shadows crept closer to U.A., to the heroes, to the very heart of society. And she wondered, not for the first time, if she had made the right choice.

In the end, it would only take one small change...

One small change to destroy them all.