Ren pushed himself up from the pile of shattered concrete, coughing dust from his throat. His ribs ached. His stomach burned where the hit had landed.
He'd been hit hard before—
but never launched like that.
A voice echoed from across the dome.
A voice Ren knew far too well.
"Good, good…"
Creeping. Mocking.
Like a rusty blade scratching against bone.
Villains poured out from the swirling black smoke—dozens, maybe more. Their silhouettes twisted and warped inside the mist as if stepping out of another world entirely.
And then the one Ren hated most stepped forward.
A young man—pale, hunched slightly forward. Blue hair.
A severed hand clamped grotesquely over his
Ren's heartbeat erupted into a roar inside his skull.
And beside him—
Two monsters lumbered out.
The first was unmistakable.
A hulking creature of black muscle layered like armor plating, brain exposed and pulsing in a transparent dome on its skull. Thick cords of dark flesh wrapped around its arms, each finger twitching in anticipation. Its eyes were hollow. Saliva dripped from a jaw that shouldn't have been able to open so wide.
The second was even worse.
Greener, bulkier, and stitched together like a nightmare sculpted from spare parts.
Its left arm resembled a gorilla's—huge, powerful knuckles dragging along the floor.
Its right arm was avian, scaled and ending in talon-like fingers.
Fur patches ran along its neck, merging into reptilian segments.
Its torso rose and fell with heavy, guttural breaths that shook the ground.
Ren's blood went cold.
"You—!"
He exploded forward—only to feel his power immediately shut down.
Like hitting an invisible wall.
Aizawa's scarf snapped taut around Ren's chest, holding him back.
"Stay back, Takeda!" Aizawa barked, eyes glowing red. "Do you want to die?!"
The erasure field around Aizawa snuffed out Ren's quirks completely.
Aizawa slipped his visor down.
"Everyone, stay here!" he ordered sharply.
"S-Sensei!" Midoriya stammered. "You intend to fight them alone?! Even if you erase their quirks, they're too many! Your fighting style is—"
Aizawa cut him off, voice steady.
"Don't worry."
He spared only a glance at Thirteen.
"I leave them to you."
Then Aizawa dove headfirst toward the villains.
The scarf unfurled.
A blur of motion.
Villains fell like dominoes as Aizawa weaved through them.
Ren staggered as his power returned. His skin crackled faintly with regained tension.
His fingers twitched with hate.
He wanted to sprint forward again—
to tear through every villain in sight—
to carve a path to that guy's throat—
But—
Ren slapped himself across the face. Hard.
The entire class stared.
His head lowered as he inhaled through clenched teeth.
'Not now. Not like this.'
'Rage will get me killed. Or worse—it'll get everyone killed.'
He forced his breathing steady.
His eyes shifted back to the monsters.
'One of them hit me… probably that green thing.'
'That punch… it was almost as strong as the old man's.'
The realization froze him.
'Shit. If the black one is that strong too… we don't stand a chance unless the old man gets here.'
The students around him were panicking.
"It—It must be villains!"
"Why here?!"
"They're targeting us?!"
Todoroki spoke calmly, analyzing the situation aloud.
"For them to come here means they have a clear objective. They wouldn't attack a hero school without preparation."
Ren wasn't listening.
After his mother disappeared, Ren hadn't slept.
Not properly. Not deeply.
He tried to distract himself— Going out with Momo, Uraraka and Midoriya.
But every time he came home and the silence settled in—
He drowned in it.
He spent every night researching.
Every night searching.
Every night hunting for a clue.
Any clue.
Any scrap of information.
About the guy with a hand on his face.
"Ren?" Momo's voice reached him—soft, trembling.
Her fingers clutched his sleeve.
He turned to her.
The warmth usually in his expression was gone—
replaced by something tightly restrained, almost hollow.
"Yeah. Don't worry, Momo."
He turned away again.
His voice had sounded normal.
But it wasn't real.
It was held together by sheer force of will.
Aizawa kept fighting—
dropping villains every second—
but there were too many.
Even with Erasure, he couldn't keep this up long.
Ren's jaw clenched.
He flexed his legs—
charging kinetic energy.
He bent his knees—
—and leapt.
"Hey! Kid! Where are you going?!" Thirteen shouted.
"REN!"
Momo's voice cracked.
Midoriya reached out.
Uraraka screamed after him.
But Ren didn't stop.
Ren crashed down beside Aizawa with a thunderous impact, the concrete fracturing outward like a spiderweb.
Two villains were caught under the shockwave—slammed unconscious before they even understood what happened.
Aizawa's eyes widened behind his goggles.
What…?
He had always known Ren was strong.
But this wasn't "strong."
This was monstrous.
"A student…?!"
"H-How is he that strong?!"
Villains panicked.
"GET HIM! His Quirk must be heavy-impact based!"
Around ten of them lunged at once.
Ren didn't even look at them.
His voice was flat—deadly.
"Two million volts."
CRACKLE—!
Lightning erupted from his body in an expanding blast wave.
A flash of white, then blue, then white again—
and every villain who touched him collapsed, twitching, smoking.
Aizawa's scarf fluttered in the static wind.
Ren was already preparing to sprint toward the next group—
When a shadow loomed.
The green creature dropped in front of him, blocking his way.
It let out a distorted, animalistic hiss and drew back a massive fist.
Ren's lip curled.
'I don't care how big you are. Three million volts should be enough.'
He braced, ready to counterstrike—
BOOM!
The punch connected first.
Ren was sent flying like a cannonball.
His head snapped back, his teeth rattled, and the world spun into chaos.
"TAKEDA!" Aizawa yelled.
"REN!"
The class screamed from the sidelines.
Momo and Midoriya raced down the steps toward him—
"NO! DON'T MOVE!" Aizawa barked.
But his eyes flicked toward them for just a moment.
Just one moment.
And that was enough.
FWOOOOOSH—
A sudden swirl of black mist spiraled around Momo and Midoriya.
"SHIT!" Aizawa roared. "I TOOK MY EYES OFF HIM—JUST FOR A SECOND!"
"MOMO! MIDORIYA!" Ren shouted, scrambling to rise despite the pain.
But it was too late.
Their bodies dissolved into the mist and vanished.
The mist reappeared behind the rest of the class—
and engulfed them too.
One by one—
gone.
"FUCK!" Aizawa slammed his fist against the floor.
Ren felt something crack inside him.
A familiar pain—not physical, but deeper.
'It's… my fault.'
'Again.'
'They were taken because of me—'
His vision blurred with rage.
With self-hate.
With agony.
But then—
His Eagle Eyes activated on instinct.
In the air above the disaster zones, multiple portals opened.
Tiny silhouettes—students—fell from them like raindrops.
He saw them clearly.
Momo, landing on a rocky mountainside.
Midoriya, dropping toward the shipwreck zone.
His heart steadied—just a little.
'They're alive. I can reach them.'
He turned back toward the green monster.
It was simply standing there.
Like nothing had happened.
No burns.
No twitching.
No damage at all.
Ren's blood ran cold.
He had assumed he'd done something—
but it was completely unaffected.
A dry, broken chuckle echoed from behind the villain ranks.
"Kekekeke…"
The hand-faced guy stepped forward, fingers twitching.
"Do you like my new toy, Ren-kun?"
Ren's jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
"We made it just for you," The hand-faced guy continued gleefully.
"His skin is made of pure rubber. Your lightning can't do anything!"
For a moment—Ren actually felt intimidated.
Then he exhaled.
A slow, dangerous smile formed.
"You scared me for a second."
His eyes turned pure white.
Erasure activated.
'If he's immune to Livewire… Then I'll just erase that immunity.'
Ren charged kinetic energy and flashed behind the creature—
He slapped his palm onto its chest.
"FOUR MILLION VOLTS."
Lightning exploded point-blank.
The floor burned beneath them—
the air vibrated—
sound warped—
the blast was blinding—
But—
Nothing.
The monster didn't flinch.
Ren froze.
"What…?" he breathed.
"I nullified his Quirk, so—"
Shigaraki spread his arms, grinning under the hand mask.
"Chimera Nomu… attack."
The green beast reared back.
Ren didn't have time to dodge.
THOOM—!!!
The punch smashed into his stomach—
and launched him upward this time.
He soared like a broken ragdoll, bones snapping under the pressure.
Seraph struggled frantically to keep up with the damage.
'Ah…'
As he spun midair, a horrifying realization hit him.
'His resistance...'
'It's not something I can erase—'
'It must be… a mutant Quirk…'
To be continued...
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