In that very moment—the red lights began to flicker.Slow at first, then faster and faster, until they devoured every shadow, every glimmer of the corridor.The sirens wailed, echoing like the cries of ancient ghosts.Every hallway ignited with trembling flames of shadow, swallowing the sanity of those who ran for their lives like rats lost in a maze.
Announcement:"This is a message from Island Security—multiple explosive devices detected. Please evacuate immediately. Return to your quarters. Do not leave your homes. The main building will be sealed off…"
The words blurred into nothing but static in his ears.He walked through the frantic crowd with a mind as calm, as cold, and as empty as the abyss itself.His clones, scattered throughout the island, pulsed like tumors quietly spreading through the body of a dying beast.
And on his tablet screen—
All Might.
The former No. 1 Hero.Bound to a chair like some broken specimen, his emaciated frame slumped, his face buried in the shadow of defeat. Silent sobs shook his chest.Ryojin laughed. Not with joy, not with triumph—It was a hollow, icy sound, like water being forced from drowning lungs.
"Look at this… the Symbol of Peace."He muttered, eyes glinting with the cruel amusement of a hunter staring at the carcass of a deer that strayed too far from its herd.
The next phase had to begin.His hounds awaited him—ten carefully chosen beasts. Not men, not soldiers, but animals trained to drink blood and call it instinct.But in a hunt, one against one… the outcome depended on which side God favored that day.
He stepped into the elevator—The ascent into chaos, into fire, into death itself.
And if there were to be a variable…
It would be Momo and her companions.
They were climbing as well, hearts burning with their faith in the word "Hero."
Pitiful.
Because they still didn't understand: this world has never had a place for the good.
All he had to do… was wait.
He hid himself on a floor long abandoned—No humans.No footsteps.Only him, and the pitiful clones… his miserable companions to kill time in this rotten world.
Thirty minutes passed.
He leaned back against the wall, tossing cards onto the floor, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the monitors.His classmates—people he once laughed with—were fighting, clawing desperately at their enemies.He whispered encouragement… to his own lousy hand of cards.
Clone 1:"Three nines."Ryojin:(gritting teeth)"…Goddamn it. Again? My luck's shit!"
The cards scattered across the cold floor.A dry, bitter laugh echoed through the silent room, mixing with the stench of blood clinging to the clone's uniform.
Ryojin:"Enough! I'm out before I lose it all. Time to pay those filthy bastards a visit."
Level 138 — The Top Floor.
The server room, once pristine, now looked like a carcass gnawed by wild beasts.A corpse in a business suit lay crumpled in the center, blood caked along the edges of shattered circuits.
He didn't know who the old man was.Didn't care.
All that mattered was this: the fool had betrayed his master.
"Clean it up," he ordered.The clones obeyed without hesitation.
Inside were weapons of tomorrow—bioweapons, hacker platforms, forbidden technologies forged by the hands of genius scientists.They had tried to reshape the world with these toys.
Now, all of it belonged to him alone.
Later, he stood upon the rooftop.
Below, the heroes were celebrating—shaking hands, cheering, hugging, like characters from some Sunday morning cartoon.
They saw nothing.But he saw everything.
Including the "real villain," crumpled against a wall.Bound. Beaten. Barely clinging to life.
He strode over, knelt down, and yanked the man's hair back.
The villain's eyes fluttered open. His lips trembled, trying to form words.
Slice!
The blade cut across his throat—not deep enough to kill, but enough to sever his voice forever.
Ryojin:"Hey there… I want what you stole. Don't worry. I promised—I won't kill you with this knife."
The man's trembling hands searched his jacket, producing the stolen item.Ryojin snatched it away, then released his grip.
The man gasped, as though he'd been spared.
Until—Ryojin seized his throat again.
"Come on. Let's take a walk."
He dragged the limp body to the edge of the rooftop.
The wind howled.Far below, the streets were no more than thin, black lines.
The man struggled weakly, but there was no strength left in him.
Behind the mask, Ryojin smiled.
Ryojin:"I never break my promises. I said I wouldn't kill you with a knife. But I never said anything about throwing you off a building."
"Send my regards to the ones you murdered, down there in hell."
And he let go.
The body plummeted into the abyss.The scream faded somewhere between the 90th and 30th floor…before ending with a sickening, hollow thud.
Mission complete.
He vanished from the tower like a ghost.No one knew he had ever been there.No one saw the reaper walking side by side with heroes.
But he got what he came for.And he returned one last corpse to the hell it belonged to.
After Ryojin disappeared, no one ever saw that villain again—as if he had never existed in the first place.
But in the lingering shadows, beneath the cheers of victory, unaware that a devil had stood among them—something was changing.
Midoriya Izuku stood, gazing up at the sky.His hand reached out, brushing against the breath of the heavens, and his body began to float.
"…This is…" he whispered.
A new power had awakened within him—yet it felt less like a gift, and more like a curse.Something ancient, something that should have never been stirred from its slumber.
Quirk: FloatA name etched into history.Once belonging to Nana Shimura—one of the earliest wielders of One For All.She had vowed to rise above fear… and yet her life ended consumed by it.
Now the Quirk had returned—but not as it once was.
"…Why… does it feel so heavy…?" Midoriya muttered to himself, though his body floated above the ground.
What he didn't know was that the power now carried the shadow of someone else—a parasite of the soul, slowly gnawing at him piece by piece.
Below, celebrations roared.Music. Lights. Tears of victory.
But the man in the jester's mask, who had vanished from the rooftop, still walked the nameless alleys beneath the city.His eyes forward.His hands still stained with blood.
—And that was the day the world should have remembered.
Not as the day the heroes triumphed.
But as the day of a murderer.
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The Next Morning.
Ryojin prepared to leave the island…but what he never expected—was Momo herself inviting him back on her private luxury jet!
He had always thought himself rich…but standing beside Momo, he realized he'd been a frog inside a well all along.
Not only was the jet dazzling enough to make his eyes ache, but there were other girls on board too—including little Eri, who clung to Momo like superglue, and Jirou, who had recently developed a habit of sitting next to him every chance she got.
Of course, Ryojin wasn't stupid.He knew what they were thinking…But for now—he shelved the matter.He had no idea how Momo and his "Piggy" would react… but surely, two was enough, wasn't it?!
Eri:"Papa!! Mama says you're a bad man!!"
The little girl ran up and smacked his leg, cheeks puffed like a hamster.Everyone burst out laughing at the adorable sight.
And Ryojin?He nearly collapsed—the cuteness damage from his own daughter was simply too much to endure.
That day, Momo wore a pale casual outfit that made her look… not just beautiful, but irresistibly huggable.
Ryojin:"Mooochaaaaan! You're so huggable today! Come on, just one hug"
He lunged at her with all the desperate love of a dog trying to tackle its owner.
But before he reached her—
SMACK!!!
Momo's fist of love landed squarely on Ryojin's skull.
Her face flushed—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer frustration of having this man as her boyfriend… no, her husband.
Eri quickly ran up, smacking her father's leg again, pouting.
Eri:"Don't hurt Mama! Papa, you're mean!!"
Ryojin rubbed the swelling on his head, the mark of his beloved's fist.Even in pain, his love for her never wavered.
And today, he was in unusually high spirits.
Because the enemies he had eliminated last night—those three weren't just small-time thugs.They had been major shareholders of the island itself.
Not only had he wiped them out cleanly,but all of their assets now belonged to him—stocks, treasures, wealth, and influence in the underworld.Untaxed. Untouched. All his.
Could there be a better deal than this?
He had it all now—peace, fortune, and love.
And yet, despite the smile on his face…deep inside, Ryojin felt something.
Too quiet.Too still.
An omen creeping closer.
He glanced toward the sky.
Eri clung to his leg like a kitten refusing to let go.Jirou sat nearby, legs crossed, faint music playing through her earbuds.And Momo—though she turned her face away—still flashed him a small, playful smile.
Ryojin had everything he ever wanted.
So why… why did he feel a gnawing fear inside,as though something terrible was about to begin?
ENDING MUSIC[1]
[1] [Boku no Hero Academia THE MOVIE: Futari no Hero] Try listening to it.