[Ding, successfully bound to Host. System testing in progress…]
[Ding, system diagnostics complete. Character implantation underway…]
[Ding, character implantation successful. Welcome to the world of My Hero Academia.]
…
The moment Izuku Midoriya opened his eyes, everything changed.
The familiar black desk was gone. The slightly yellowed desktop computer had vanished. Even the old Pikachu glass he had used for years—its rim chipped at one corner—was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, a bustling street stretched out before him, lined with rows of unfamiliar high-rise buildings covered in Japanese signage.
People hurried past from all directions, each absorbed in their own routines, beginning another ordinary day.
"Here… what kind of place is this?" Izuku muttered blankly as he looked around.
[Ding, this is the world of My Hero Academia.]
As soon as the words appeared, an unfamiliar electronic voice echoed directly inside Izuku's mind.
"You—!" His pupils shrank slightly, his breathing quickening with excitement. "Don't tell me you're the thing that showed up on my computer?"
…
Just five minutes earlier, Izuku had been sitting at his desk playing a game when a black chat box suddenly popped up on his screen.
Large, blood-red letters filled the display:
Do you want to understand the meaning of life?Do you want to truly… live?
There was only one option beneath it.
Yes.
Assuming it was nothing more than a prank—or some strange in-game event—Izuku clicked it without a second thought.
The moment he did, darkness swallowed his vision, and a strange electronic sound rang in his ears.
Then, everything became what it was now.
-----System Interface-----
[Yes.]
"Ha… ha…" Izuku's mouth twitched as he forcefully pinched his cheeks, trying to confirm he wasn't dreaming. His face darkened as his voice trembled. "My Hero Academia?"
[Yes.]
"I'm not dreaming… right?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
[Based on current conditions, Host is not dreaming.]
"Are you insane? Why did you drag me here?" Izuku patted his chest hard. Any normal person would feel overwhelmed after being thrown into a world filled with superpowers. He even had the irrational urge to punch something—or someone—out of sheer panic.
[Host clicked 'Yes'.]
"Damn it, you only gave me one option! What if I didn't want to say yes?" His voice rose unconsciously. Because he was still standing on the street, passersby began to glance in his direction.
"Uh…" Feeling the attention, Izuku shifted awkwardly. He looked around before finally moving to a quieter spot and sitting down on a bench.
Tilting his head back, he stared up at the drifting white clouds.
"…Looks like I can only accept that I'm unlucky," he sighed after a long silence.
Then he straightened slightly, resting his cheek on his hand as memories of the novels he'd read surfaced. "Hey. Since you dragged me here, you should at least give me something to protect myself, right? A beginner's gift pack or something?"
[No.]
"…Are you seriously trying to send me to my death?" Izuku snapped.
At that moment, a transparent panel suddenly appeared in front of him.
[Name: Izuku MidoriyaImplanted Character: Uchiha Madara]
"What do you mean?" Izuku froze as he stared at the four glaring words: Uchiha Madara.
[The Host is currently implanted with the character 'Uchiha Madara.' All preparations have been completed.]
"Uchiha Madara? As in the Madara from the ninja world?"
[Yes.]
"Then shouldn't I be sent to that world instead?" Izuku blinked, still half-convinced this was all a dream.
[…]
"You are talking, right?"
[Due to unknown interference, the Host's coordinates deviated during transit. The Host will remain in this world until the system completes automatic repairs.]
"Then what am I supposed to do now?" Izuku jumped to his feet anxiously. "I don't belong here at all. Where am I even supposed to live?"
[Host, please be assured. All arrangements have been made.]
"Including a legal identity?"
[Yes.]
The instant the response appeared, a flood of unfamiliar yet oddly familiar memories surged into Izuku's mind.
In a heartbeat, everything became clear.
[The system will now enter self-repair mode. We wish the Host a pleasant journey.]
"…."
-----System Interface-----
Twenty minutes later, guided by those newly implanted memories, Izuku stood motionless in front of a luxurious villa, his eyelids twitching.
He repeatedly pinched his arm, confirming again and again that this was real.
The identity prepared for him was that of a wealthy orphan—both parents deceased, inheritance intact. In this world, his registered name was Uchiha Madara, and the Quirk he possessed was Hypnosis.
Taking a deep breath, Izuku slowly pushed open the villa doors and stepped inside.
The building had three floors above ground and a basement below—four levels in total. Everything inside was extravagantly furnished. Calling it luxurious would be an understatement.
"This is supposed to be a villa? It's practically a palace," Izuku muttered. Still, when he recalled the Yaoyorozu family's estate, this place suddenly felt… modest by comparison.
The sun was already setting. Fresh vegetables and meat were neatly stocked in the refrigerator, ready to be cooked.
"First things first… a shower."
As he spoke, Izuku pulled off his shirt and made his way to the bathroom. When he finally stood before the mirror, his pupils contracted sharply.
Black, shoulder-length hair. Sharp features. Dark eyes that carried a cold, intimidating edge.
Who else could it be if not Uchiha Madara?
Only one thing felt off.
"…Isn't this body a bit too young?"