On x month, xx date, and xxxx time, something happened that would go down as one of the most terrifying moments in human history.
Without warning, every single screen across the world flickered.
Televisions, digital billboards, public displays—everything. No matter the country, no matter the channel, no matter what people were watching before, everything was forcefully overridden.
And then—A man appeared on the screen.
Flect Turn stood calmly before the camera, dressed in his pristine white attire.
Behind him stood the symbol of Humarise, the same organization that had recently committed the unthinkable, the complete annihilation of the entire population of Paris.
"The day… has finally come."
Flect turn's voice was steady, echoing through speakers across the globe, reaching millions—no, billions—of ears at once.
"The day we purge this world… of quirked people."
The reaction was immediate.
"What…?"
"No way—this is fake, right?"
"Is that the terrorist from Paris?!"
But Flect Turn did not stop.
"I have placed trigger bombs across different parts of the world," he continued, slowly raising one hand as if presenting a grand revelation.
"And in exactly one hour, they will explode!"
People screamed. Phones dropped from trembling hands. Entire households froze in place as the meaning of his words sank in.
"One bomb" he said calmly, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, "was enough to erase the entire population of Paris from existence."
"So now imagine, what will happen when all of them detonate together."
Across the world, panic began to spread like wildfire.
"I will purge this world of quirked people," he declared, his tone unwavering, almost righteous.
"And those who are pure, those who do not carry this disease…"
He spread his arms wide.
"Join me."
"Stand with me, as we cleanse this world of the cancer known as quirks."
His voice softened slightly then, as if offering mercy.
"I am not heartless."
The screen shifted.
A massive world map appeared, glowing ominously, dotted with markers across major countries and cities.
"These," he continued, holding the Quirk Doomsday Theory book in one hand, "are the locations where the bombs will explode."
"If your heroes wish to struggle… if they wish to cling to false hope…"
"They are free to try."
His eyes locked directly into the camera.
"I will give you one hour."
The broadcast was cut off as a timer replaced it.
01:00:00
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The world erupted.
In every marked city, chaos exploded into reality. Civilians flooded the streets in panic, abandoning homes, jobs, everything.
Governments scrambled frantically, issuing emergency orders while deploying every available hero unit.
Sirens wailed.
Helicopters filled the skies.
Communication lines overloaded.
"Find those bombs!"
"Evacuate the civilians!"
"Move, MOVE!"
But beneath all the orders, beneath all the action…There was fear.
RAW, SUFFOCATING, FEAR.
In Otheon, the situation was no different.
The streets were overflowing with people, pushing, shouting, running in every direction with no real destination—only the desperate instinct to survive.
Among them, a small figure struggled forward.
Rody Soul, just 11 years old, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His small hand gripped his younger brother's hand tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much the crowd pushed against them, while his baby sister rested on his back, bouncing slightly with every hurried step.
"Don't worry! It's gonna be okay!" Rody shouted, forcing confidence into his voice despite the way his heart pounded violently in his chest.
"Nothing's gonna happen, I promise!"
His brother looked up at him, scared but trusting.
"R-Really…?"
"Yeah! I'm here, aren't I?!"
Behind him, his baby sister giggled softly, completely unaware of the terror surrounding them. To her, it was just noise and excitement.
Rody clenched his teeth.
'Why is this happening!?'
'What did we even do!?'
But there was no time to think.
Only run.
Back inside the Humarise base, the atmosphere was completely different.
"PURGE THE QUIRKS!"
"SAVE HUMANITY!"
"PURGE THE QUIRKS!"
Thousands of voices echoed through the massive hall, filled with fanatic devotion.
Flect Turn stood above them, looking down at his followers.
'Finally!After all this time, my dream will come true!' Flect Turn thought.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The entire base shook violently.
The chanting stopped instantly.
"What—!?" Flect Turn snapped, his head whipping toward the hologram screens.
The display shifted.
Outside—A high-tech flying van was approaching rapidly.
Flect Turn's eyes widened in disbelief.
"…That van…"
Recognition struck him like lightning.
"No… don't tell me…"
The back doors of the van opened as four figures shot out into the sky.
"Novabel!!!" Flect Turn roared, his calm shattering completely. 'What is that lunatic doing here!?'
Outside the base, the Nova-Drive hovered mid-air.
David shut the back doors firmly. "Good luck, everyone!"
Aiba grabbed Tobita's sleeve for a brief second, her voice softer than usual. "…Be careful."
Tobita smiled gently. "Always."
The Nova-Drive shimmered—and vanished due to invisibility mode.
Ahead, Arata, Melissa, Tobita, and Kaina shot forward through the sky like bullets.
Gunfire erupted instantly.
A storm of bullets tore through the air toward them.
They moved in perfect coordination, zigzagging at high speed.
"Novaflex," Arata said calmly.
"On it!" Tobita responded instantly.
He dove downward! The moment his feet touched the ground, his quirk activated.
The entire surface beneath him turned rubbery.
With a powerful bounce, he launched himself forward, staff spinning in his grip.
"Gentle Smash!"
BOOM!
The impact sent a shockwave across the battlefield, launching dozens of Humarise members into the air.
Above, Arata extended his hand slightly.
Three arrows shot toward them—and froze mid-air.
Crushed instantly into powder by invisible pressure.
"Novak."
"On it."
Kaina's eyes sharpened as she veered off, flying toward the source of the arrows, her body already aligning for the hunt.
Arata and Melissa didn't stop. They blasted straight into the Humarise base.
"Power beam."
A massive red beam erupted from Arata's gauntlet, tearing through the hallway, obliterating walls, rooms, and everything in its path. The shockwave alone sent enemies flying, their screams echoing through the collapsing structure.
Arata paused slightly. His gaze shifted slightly to the side.
"Novangle."
Melissa didn't question it. She immediately broke off, her metallic angel wings flaring as she sped toward the direction Arata had indicated.
The moment she arrived—Attacks collided with her.
Massive tornado-like water drills spiraled toward her, accompanied by elongated whip-like blades slicing through the air.
"Crystal mode."
Green light spread across her suit.
She slammed her hands down.
A towering crystal wall erupted instantly, blocking every incoming attack with a thunderous crash.
Meanwhile, Arata continued deeper into the base.
Every step forward was destruction, Shockwaves, Energy blasts, Collapsed corridors.
Nothing could slow him down.
Until he entered a massive hall.
And there, Flect Turn stood waiting.
The two locked eyes.
"Novabel…" Flect Turn said, his voice low but filled with restrained fury. "What are you doing here? The Humarise organization has done nothing to you."
Arata tilted his head slightly, his demonic mask hiding his expression.
"I don't care if you did or didn't," he replied bluntly. "I just don't like the idea of some fool trying to commit genocide… killing entire populations… because he couldn't figure out how his own quirk works and decided to be a Bitch about it and blame the world instead."
Flect Turn's eyes darkened instantly.
"You don't know what I went through!"
"And I don't care," Arata cut him off immediately. "I'm not here to listen to some fourth-rate backstory. Everything you're doing right now could've been avoided if you had spent more time understanding your quirk instead of being a complete Moron and planning genocide."
"Novabel!!!" Flect Turn roared, completely losing control.
The glass around him lifted into the air, glowing violently before firing concentrated lasers.
The beams shot toward both of them.
The ones aimed at Arata stopped due to a space barrier freezing them mid-air.
The ones that struck Flect Turn Twisted and warped into a black vortex behind him and then was redirected towards Arata with even greater force.
Arata raised his Gauntlet towards the vortex.
A massive red energy construct formed—a giant hand made from power stones energy.
It caught the attack Easily.
Flect Turn's eyes widened.
"…What?"
Arata tilted his head slightly.
"You can have it back."
The black vortex energy condensed and formed into a spear.
And with a flick of his hand he threw it back.
Flect Turn reacted instantly, redirecting the attack into a nearby wall, reducing it to dust.
He stared at Arata, disbelief clear on his face.
"How are you doing this? Your quirk…it's supposed to be space manipulation!"
Arata looked at him silently through the mask and spoke.
"I'm not some main character in a story who's gonna sit here and explain his powers to you."