Cut to Aldera Junior High and Tatooin Station — both now nothing more than unnamed ruins.
Just footnotes in a blood-soaked chapter of history, etched violently into the earth.
The surrounding area looked like it had been slapped by the hand of God itself.Buildings collapsed.Dust and smoke hung heavy in the air.Bones ground to sand.The corpses of demons piled into grotesque mounds, their twisted bodies staring blankly up at a starless black sky.
Humanity hadn't come out unscathed either.
The Thumb had taken heavy losses.Their machines destroyed.Weapons jammed.Soldiers trembling, not just from exhaustion — but from a dread that still clung to the walls of their chests.
As for the coalition — Vigilantes, Heroes, and Police —No one died.But no one would say they "survived."
Their wounds weren't all physical.
Some stared blankly into space, unmoving.Others clutched their weapons like they could scrub away the memory of what they had shot — something that should never have existed.
"What was that…?"One police officer asked.
But the question fell with the dust.Because The Thumb didn't answer.
They moved quietly, systematically.Scraping flesh from walls.Collecting the wet, black remains.Dismantling demon corpses into metal crates.
No words.No explanations.Only silence.
"We need to know what they were..."Another muttered.
But The Thumb kept working —As if they hadn't heard.Or perhaps because the question didn't matter.
To The Thumb, only one thing did: data.
And what they discovered was this:
The creatures could produce venom — a corrosive toxin that ate through steel.They could regenerate unless completely obliterated.They weren't just demons.They were test subjects.Prototypes.Weapons for the future.
So The Thumb gathered samples.Burned the remains.Used flamethrowers to reduce flesh to ash.And sealed the scene with high-altitude drones capturing final satellite images.
Reporters swarmed — but were blocked with a single term:
"Biological hazard."
No one argued.Not even the heroes.
And heroes had never been this silent before.
But now, no one spoke.Because they knew they weren't soldiers.They weren't The Thumb.And what they saw today… wasn't something the righteous could comprehend.
An older hero whispered to the one beside him,His voice barely loud enough to challenge the sky.
"They're not just creatures… whatever they are, they don't belong in this world."
No one answered.
Because no one wanted to admit it.
That the world they thought they knew…
Had changed.
And what lay beneath the surface…
Might not just be demons.
But the truth —A truth that humanity has tried to forget all along
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"Humans create order to control fear. But The Thumb creates fear to control order."
This is what the clones often say to outsiders…when they're finally allowed in.
No one on the outside knows when The Thumb truly began.Some say it started the night that news first broke.Others claim it was a rogue black-ops branch of the government,unleashed from its chains.
They have no nation.No religion.No race.Only orders—And the voice of the Boss, a voice no one has ever heard aloud…Yet everyone obeys.
Within the organization, there are layers. Units. Divisions.But above all…
The BossNo one has ever seen the real Boss — except the clones.Outsiders whisper that perhaps he is just a spirit in the shadows.Or worse — that he doesn't exist at all.But his presence is undeniable.His only role is to command.And no one dares disobey.Because the Boss is absolute authority incarnate.
The UnderbossesThere are currently three.Each was once a clone, but they evolved —consumed the identity of their "original self" —and became something beyond human.
They are brilliant. Calculating.Masters of warfare in all forms.And each one oversees a domain of military authority.
Rachel —The mistress of psychological warfare and intelligence.Her body moves like a lifeless doll.But when she speaks, her voice slices cold—straight to the bone.
Baek-Ji —Frontline commander in blood-red armor.He treats war like art,and his arrival is often marked by the sound of a rasping, guttural laugh.
Hashtag —Master of media and manipulation.Rarely seen in person,he hides behind digital veils,warping headlines, falsifying truths,and plunging entire cities into chaos in minutes.
SoldatSoldats are warriors who report directly to the Boss and Underboss. They are not ordinary soldiers, but rather executioners—handpicked for their exceptional skill and complete lack of empathy. Their exact number remains unknown, but one thing is certain: mercy is not in their vocabulary.
They possess versatile abilities: assassination, heavy combat, infiltration, intel extraction, and operate entirely without morals.
Dressed in pitch-black armor that absorbs light, they bear no name tags or insignias—only the Thumb logo on their right shoulder.
Their arsenal includes a wide range of weapons, and they are authorized to eliminate fellow members if betrayal against the organization is suspected.
Within the organization, there's a chilling saying:
"If you ever see a Soldat walking toward you…Pray they're not coming for you."
SoldierSoldiers form the main combat force of The Thumb—used for invasion, suppression, and extermination.80% of them are clones, all created by a single man. The remaining 20% are humans, either lured by money or driven to enlist because they had nowhere else to go.
Their weaponry meets or exceeds military standards, ranging from assault rifles and heavy machine guns to chemical explosives.
Some Soldiers possess unnatural genetic traits—such as uncontrollable rage, insensitivity to pain, or inherited quirks from the original body they were cloned from. Unlike typical grunts, these soldiers possess independent thought and are capable of making real-time decisions without direct orders.
SupportSupport is the backbone of every mission.They manage weapons, equipment, uniforms, finances, underground networks, safehouses, and communications with Agents.Most Support members are outsiders who applied to join, though some are also clones.
Within Support, there are specialized branches:
Engineer – Weapon and mechanical specialists
Quartermaster – Arsenal and supply supervisors
Silencer – Cleanup and evidence disposal operatives
Crow – Corpse retrieval and experimental analysis teams
AgentAn Agent can be a hero, a villain, a police officer, a vigilante—anyone willing to sign a contract with The Thumb.
There are three unbreakable rules for all Agents:
Do not damage the reputation of the organization.
Do not harm any of its personnel.
Do not defy the orders of the Boss or Underboss.
Breaking even one of these rules results in total erasure—from the system, and from life. Entire families vanish without a trace. No bodies are ever found.
ScoutScouts are unproven recruits—or captives forced into service.They are used as disposable assets: decoys, bait, or expendable reinforcements no one will mourn.Those who survive may be promoted to Soldier.Those who die are burned… or sold.
[Inside The Thumb's Central Command — 400 meters beneath the Earth's surface]
The metallic scrape of boots echoed through the endless tunnel—like a god's forgotten tomb carved deep beneath the earth. A squad of black-clad soldiers marched in perfect rhythm, their footsteps synchronized like clockwork.
They halted before a massive, seamless steel door.No handles. No windows. Just a retinal scanner and a pulsating bio-strip embedded in the concrete wall.
"Soldat-Delta 03 reporting in."
A laser flickered into his eye. Seconds passed.Then the steel split open with a hiss, revealing The Thumb's High Command Chamber—a hollowed-out dome lined with monitors broadcasting real-time footage from across the nation.Some showed capital cities.Some, schools.Some, torture chambers.
At the center stood a massive round table. Seated around it were three figures—the Underbosses:Rachel, Baek-Ji, and Hashtag.
Their bodies had changed.Their expressions were ice.Hashtag's arms had become spider-like mechanical limbs—metal interwoven with flesh that still pulsed faintly, unnervingly.The "smile" on his face mimicked human emotion… but it wasn't human.
Hashtag enjoyed transforming his body into increasingly mechanical forms.
Rachel:
"The Boss has spoken.This... isn't over."
Baek-Ji(voice flat, but crawling with dread):
"So the world isn't kind after all.What a joke."
Hashtag(chuckling softly like a glitching machine):
"Times like these…call for a little rest. Don't you think?"
Rachel gave no answer.Instead, she raised a hand.
One of the monitors shifted—displaying the chilling words:
PROJECT: ARTIFICIAL TERROR
Inside the red-tinged glass tube was a mutated demon hybrid—its body twisted and pulsing with a heartbeat despite the absence of a head
Rachel:
"The Boss is competing.Do not disturb him."
Her voice rang out with quiet authority, causing everyone in the room to nod immediately in understanding.This project was, after all, their own creation.
When demons crave the blood of mankind—it's time for mankind to become something more.
Scene cut — U.A. High, Tournament Arena
The second round had just ended. The air was thick with fatigue—students panting, some bruised, all worn down by fierce competition.And now, the teams advancing to the next round were:
Team Kazuma: Shoji, Mineta, Toru
Team Todoroki: Momo, Iida, Kaminari
Team Bakugo: Mina, Sero, Kirishima
Team Midoriya: Uraraka, Tokoyami, Mei
The massive display screen buzzed to life, and names began flashing.A randomized bracket revealed the matchups for the final elimination round:
Izuku Midoriya vs. Minoru Mineta
Hanta Sero vs. Shoto Todoroki
Kazuma Ryojin vs. Denki Kaminari
Tenya Iida vs. Mei Hatsume
Ochako Uraraka vs. Katsuki Bakugo
Mezo Shoji vs. Eijiro Kirishima
Mina Ashido vs. Toru Hagakure
Momo Yaoyorozu vs. Fumikage Tokoyami
Midnight (cheerfully over the speakers):
"We'll be taking a short 30-minute break while Cementoss sets up the battlefield for the final round!Everyone, feel free to visit the outdoor food stalls for some delicious snacks, proudly sponsored by U.A.!"
As soon as her voice faded, the students who didn't make it to the finals rushed toward the finalists, showering them with cheers, laughter, and warm congratulations.
Tsuyu:
"Congrats on making it to the top, kero~ I knew your team would win!"
Ryojin:
"Well, of course! Who else but your ridiculously handsome team leader?"
Jiro:
"I honestly can't believe a loudmouth like you made it through."
Toru:
"Same here! I don't even know how I got this far!"
The group burst into laughter, the tension fading into casual joy. We started walking toward the food stalls when a familiar voice called out from behind.
Todoroki:
"Can we talk?"
Ryojin raised a brow, then gave a quick nod. He turned to Momo and Mina with a playful grin.
Ryojin:
"Darlings, I'll be back in a sec—save me a seat, yeah?"
Momo:
"Alright. Don't take too long, Ryo."
He followed Todoroki and Midoriya toward a side door marked "STAFF ONLY." It was a restricted area—no one else was allowed in. Ryojin leaned back against the wall, visibly bored, waiting for whatever this was.
Todoroki stayed silent for a while, staring at his left hand like it was foreign.The hand that should control fire—a power he had never allowed himself to use… until today.
Kazuma:
"If you're not gonna talk, I'm out. Don't waste my time."
Todoroki:
"…I broke my vow."
That made Ryojin stop.Todoroki slowly lifted his left hand again, still staring at it.
Todoroki:
"When I fought Midoriya… I used fire. Without meaning to.His power… it reminded me of All Might. So I…"
Ryojin:
"I don't care for hesitation. Get to the point."
Todoroki sighed. His eyes grew heavy.
Todoroki:
"Endeavor… my father. He lived his life chasing All Might. No matter what he did, he could never surpass him.Not with power. Not with fame.So he… chose another method."
Midoriya:
"...A Quirk marriage."
The words spilled out before he could stop them.And Ryojin understood immediately.A marriage designed to manufacture the strongest possible child.Disgusting.
His thoughts flashed to his mother.A woman forced into marriage young. Beaten.Violated every time she resisted that monster called "father."
Ryojin:
"That power isn't your father's."
He looked Todoroki in the eye—cold and sharp.
Ryojin:
"You think telling some sob story is gonna get people to pity you? Don't be an idiot.Villains don't wait for your tears to dry before killing you.If you keep running from your past—Then maybe you should just quit U.A. altogether."
Ryojin:
"That fire belongs to you, not that old bastard.Use it—and burn the past yourself. Got it?"
He turned away.
Ryojin:
"Midoriya, let's go. I've completely lost my appetite."
Midoriya:
"A-ah! Wait up, Kazuma!"
He paused, then turned back to Todoroki, hesitation in his eyes.
Midoriya:
"...I know I can't speak for Kazuma. But he's right.If you keep acting like this, villains will use it against you.You've got to cut off the past and fight for what you really believe in."
Midoriya gave a small smile.
Midoriya:
"...Remember our team motto?"
"Fly—Let them know we'll soar toward our goal, no matter how high it is."
Todoroki stood still for a long moment…Then gave a quiet nod.
Midoriya smiled again and ran to catch up with Ryojin, who still wore a scowl like someone had punched him in the gut.Trying to lighten the mood, he started chatting, throwing out small talk to draw Ryojin out of his funk.
After parting ways—Midoriya heading to meet Uraraka and Iida—Ryojin made his way to his group…His girls.
He spotted them not far off, chatting with a few classmates.With practiced stealth, he slipped up behind them and covered someone's eyes with a teasing grin.
"Guess who~?"
Momo responded by gently pinching his ear, while Mina giggled beside her.The energy shifted immediately—warmth, laughter, joy.
They pulled him to sit between them, no questions asked.
Momo:
"Come on, let's eat. I got you chicken tempura and fish & chips—before the next round starts."
Mina (handing him a drink):
"And your favorite—Thai tea, no boba."
He smiled, soft and grateful, before digging in with visible delight.Around him, laughter and friendly chatter echoed.
Mineta and Kaneko were deep in conversation—Quite the change from the shy boy who used to flinch at girls.Thanks to Ryojin's little "education," the guy even came back with a girlfriend this time.
Tokoyami and Komari sat together a little ways off—quiet, calm, perfectly matched in silence.
And just then, a craving hit him hard.He wanted a cigarette.
After finishing his food, he excused himself quietly.He needed to make a call—a private one.And for that, he needed somewhere secluded… somewhere no one could overhear.
He walked to a hidden corner of the school grounds.Only once he was completely alone did he take out his phone and dial.
…Unaware that someone was nearby.Listening.
Whether it was an accident…Or not
30 minutes later
After the earlier events, the girls—Momo, Mina, and the others—had gone off to do their own things, leaving him wandering alone around the school. Most of his classmates had already relocated to the stadium.
When he finally arrived at the stadium… what greeted him could only be described as a gift from the gods.
Aizawa: "What the hell are they doing…"
Vlad King: "W-What the hell is this?!"
The voices of the two teachers echoed across the stadium as they stared at the scene in front of them with a mixture of shock, awe, and confusion.
And the scene?
All the female students in their year were… wearing cheerleader outfits!
And not just any ordinary outfits—this was the "slightly too daring" version, revealing waists and thighs in a way that flaunted every curve. Even someone as quiet and composed as Shiozaki was putting on a show!
Present Mic: "HUH!? What kind of fanservice IS THIS!?"
He didn't say anything—his eyes were laser-focused on the three most suspicious-looking culprits, who stood proudly like they'd just unlocked the secrets of the universe.
He walked up to them slowly, with the cold, calm face of a mafia boss, and spoke in a low voice:
Ryojin: "Kaminari. Mineta. And… who the hell are you?"
The third boy flinched before raising his hand in panic.
"I-I'm Kosei Shiburaba… from Class B!!"His voice trembled slightly, sweat dripping down his face. He looked like he was ready to be sacrificed at any moment.
"Boss!! This was all part of the plan we made—just for you!!"Mineta blurted out like a suspect in a police interrogation.
"Yeah!! It was all our idea! Just for you, boss!!"Kaminari chimed in, voice shaking like someone clutching a near-miss lottery ticket.
He was quiet for a moment…And then suddenly exploded:
"…Shut up!!!"
He grabbed Kaminari and Kosei by the shoulders and declared, as if addressing the nation:
"You guys…!!"
The two of them shut their eyes tight, bracing for either a left hook or a busted nose.
"…are geniuses!!!"
"HUH!?"All three of them yelled in unison, as if perfectly rehearsed.
"Look at this!! I've been waiting my whole life for a moment like this!! You three… no, you legends… you're brilliant!!!"He said, pulling out his phone to immortalize the moment for future generations.
But just as he was about to snap the photo—
THWACK!
A perfectly aimed punch landed right on his skull.
Momo: "RYO!!!"
Mina didn't waste a second—she tackled him to the ground, arms and legs splayed out like a starfish.
Before he could even process what was happening, the girls ganged up on him like a zombie horde going in for the kill.
Top-ranked student in the school?– Destroyed.
Leader of a secret underground organization?– Kicked until he begged for mercy.
After the group stomped him into a human pancake, Midnight finally emerged with her usual flair, explaining the rules for the third round of the competition.
Her voice echoed powerfully throughout the stadium… but to him, it sounded more like a distant monk chanting a prayer—fading in one ear and out the other.
Because at that moment, he was still lying flat on the stadium floor like a beached stingray, dignity in ruins, reputation in shambles.
No one paid him any mind…No one looked his way…Not even a passing shadow acknowledged his existence.
Everyone had already made their way to their seats, buzzing with excitement for the next match.
And him? Still lying there.
Luckily, his two loyal warriors—Kaminari and Mineta—and the newly recruited (yet unknowingly locked-in) Kosei, came to his rescue, dragging his limp body like a sack of expired rice.
Kaminari: "Boss… you okay…?"Mineta: "Man, he really took that kick straight to the face…"Kosei: "I'm so sorry. I didn't think it would end like this…"
The three of them half-carried, half-dragged him up the stairs like a scene out of a war film, evacuating a wounded soldier from the battlefield.
When they reached the seating area, his group of friends took over, lifting arms and adjusting limbs to make him comfortable enough to at least watch the next match.
As he regained a sliver of consciousness, staring at the stadium ceiling through his one barely-open eye…
He let out a long sigh.
"…Goddamn it… why is my life like this…"