Midoriya opened his eyes and immediately felt a shift in the air. The ground beneath him wasn't solid like concrete or asphalt—it was smooth, polished marble. He looked around, blinking in confusion as he took in his surroundings.
He was standing in a massive, ornate room—easily the size of a banquet hall, with towering stone pillars and golden arches lining the walls. Crystal chandeliers hung from a ceiling so high it faded into darkness, casting shimmering reflections across the polished floors. Every inch of the space radiated royalty. It looked like the interior of a grand castle.
Across from where he stood, he spotted a tall archway that led to a hallway, and beside it, a heavy wooden door etched with glowing runes. None of this made sense.
Then he looked around again—and realized he wasn't alone.
All of U.A.'s teachers and students were there. Class 1-A, Class 1-B, the entire faculty, and even pro heroes like Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist. But their attention wasn't on the room—they were all frozen in horror, staring ahead.
Midoriya followed their gaze.
His breath caught in his throat.
Standing just meters away were two villains they never expected to see again: Stain and All For One—free.
All For One stood tall, completely unrestrained, without the high-tech mask that usually covered his face. His appearance was still twisted and scarred, his skin pulled tight from old injuries, but there was something… different. He looked stable. Whole. Not healthy, but no longer on the brink of collapse.
And worse—he was smiling.
Midoriya's instincts kicked in. He reached for One For All, channeling power into his limbs—
Nothing.
His muscles didn't surge. No lightning. No weight in his fists. He blinked, stunned, and tried again.
Still nothing.
All around him, others were reacting the same way. Bakugo clenched his fists, scowling when nothing happened. Kaminari sparked his hands to no effect. Todoroki extended an arm—but not even a breeze or flicker of flame came forth.
"What is this?" Hawks muttered, narrowing his eyes as he flexed his back. "Why can't we use our quirks?"
There was no answer.
Endeavor's eyes locked onto Aizawa. "Is this your doing?"
Aizawa shook his head, tense and focused. "No. I have no idea what's going on. It's possible…" He paused, glancing toward All For One. "…that someone with a quirk similar to mine is doing this."
He wasn't speaking loudly, but All For One still heard him—and laughed.
"Actually," the villain said, his voice eerily calm, "I didn't find someone like you. In fact, I can't use my own abilities either."
That statement sent another wave of tension through the room.
"I don't know how we got here," All For One continued, raising a gloved hand and looking at it thoughtfully. "But whatever brought us… is strange. My face is still damaged, yes, but I can see clearly. And my body feels—better. As though internal injuries I've carried for years were healed the moment I arrived."
He looked around with curiosity, not concern. "I have no idea what kind of power transported us here… or healed me… but rest assured, I intend to find it—and take it for myself."
That last sentence echoed through the room like a shot.
The heroes tensed. Even quirkless, even confused—they wouldn't let this pass. They still had numbers. They still had will. And they still had fists.
Before anyone could move, however—a flash of blue light burst between the two groups, and a familiar shape emerged.
The armored knight.
Silver and white metal. Glowing lines of blue energy in the gaps of his armor. A long cape of flickering fire. He stood tall, unmoving, as if untouched by time or chaos.
And in perfect unison, every student and hero shouted:
"It's him!"
The armored figure—known to some and unknown to most—stood still for a beat, until he slowly turned… not to the heroes or the villains, but to the readers themselves.
"Okay," he said flatly, crossing his arms. "Let's not do this whole dramatic 'who am I' reveal again. I'm not gonna explain this host from scratch."
He pointed a thumb at himself.
"This is just an avatar. A vessel. A shell I'm using to talk to the characters directly. The name's 7_Night, but you can just call me Seven. If you want the full breakdown on who—or what—I am, check out MHA Cast React to the Multiverse, Chapter 1. That version lays it all out."
He rolled his shoulders casually before continuing.
"But just to be clear… unlike that fanfiction, this is not some alternate universe. This is the main timeline cast. Canon. The real deal."
He glanced back at the confused and very tense group of heroes and students. They had been frozen in place by silence and confusion. Most didn't know whether to take a defensive stance or try diplomacy.
Finally, someone moved.
Despite the loss of his former strength, despite the years that had worn down his body, All Might stepped forward. Even now, his presence commanded respect.
"Who are you?" he asked firmly. "Why did you bring us here?"
Seven looked at him for a long moment before answering.
"My name," he said, "is 7_Night. But again, you can call me Seven. I brought you here for one reason only: to watch a brand-new universe unfold. A world called the DCU."
Several people immediately began to question or scoff, but before anyone could actually speak, Seven lifted his hand.
A sudden burst of aura rippled outward—calm, controlled, but powerful enough to silence the room. It wasn't just energy. It was knowledge.
Flashes of understanding shot through their minds.
The world outside was frozen.
Time, paused.
And in this strange place, they would be made to observe.
Seven turned back toward the readers again. "Yeah… I know. I'm not great with intros. I kinda suck at them, honestly. And I didn't really plan any of this out. So we're just gonna keep it short."
With a snap of his fingers, the aura dispersed, and the group slowly began processing the information that had been placed in their minds.
There were murmurs. Eyes wide in realization. Some heroes clenched their fists. Others looked uneasy but calmed by the clarity.
Principal Nezu tilted his head, eyes thoughtful. "Would you mind explaining a bit more about this world we'll be watching?" he asked politely.
Seven nodded. "Of course." He seemed to smile beneath the helmet. "The DCU is a world full of heroes… like yours. But it's also nothing like yours. It's more fantastical, more brutal, more godlike—and sometimes, more human."
His tone shifted slightly.
"I want you to see it. Not just for entertainment—but so you can understand just how far you are from the heights they've reached. I want to see your faces when you realize how pathetic most of you are by comparison."
That hit hard. Several students bristled, and a few heroes narrowed their eyes, clearly offended.
But before anyone could bark back, Seven looked around at the giant, royal-looking castle room and sighed.
"Yeah, no. Not really my style. I'm not a fan of this whole medieval vibe."
He snapped his fingers again.
In an instant, the massive stone castle was gone—replaced by a sleek, high-class mansion interior. Still massive. Still luxurious. But modern. Clean wood floors, glowing gold accents, soft lighting. The change was instant, seamless, and left many blinking in confusion.
"Better," Seven muttered, then gestured toward the large double doors that had also changed design to match the new setting.
They creaked open with a warm hum.
"All right," he said. "Everyone take a seat. We're about to begin."
And welcome to the DCU