His furthest memory he can remember were white, sanitized rooms that would blind you how white they were as if you were in a blizzard with one way windows. It didn't help that the men wore white lab coats that seemingly blend into the walls that give them the appearance of having floating heads and hands.
"___"
A young boy with a toy rocket ship in hand looks around, surrounded by men of science. He wasn't reincarnated or anything of that sort. He was simply born in a lab.
"Can you say… Status?" said a scientist with a clipboard in hand.
Everyone around the boy waited in baited breath. Would this be the day?
"S… Status?"
A blue screen appeared before his eyes. No one could see it but the boy.
"Do you see anything?"
"A… screen?"
"Does it look like this?"
They held up a screen of a JRPG status. With some minor differences but they were basically the same.
"Hm." He nods. "I see a blue screen."
The people at the lab jumped up in celebration at the innocent boys affirmation. How tragic that would set this boy on a path no one should walk.
"We did it!! Hahaha!! We did it!! Finally!!!"
Looking at it the screen changed, and something was written on it, it read:
[Candidate detected!]
His fate has been altered even more, and he does even know it yet.
200+ years. That is how long this eugenics project was being conducted since the day Charles Darwin's cousin, Francis Galton coined the term from eugenes—meaning good in birth or good in stock. From then on a group was formed and they conducted the project through several means and eras, they lost many things over the years but never their goal. Ultimately the group found home in the United States of America and finished their work there.
This project easily predates the emergence of Quirks, superpowers, and it had adapted that into the project itself nearly instantly after the occurrence.
With Quirks they played around with it at first with getting orphaned children from zealous religious groups thinking they were the devil's children and unwanted children from sexual assaults. Given how massive the country was with several pockets of zealot-levels of religious fervors it wasn't too hard to start picking them up like pebbles on the side of the road.
Then on December 31st, 20XX, as if he was a gift from god they got Adam #101522. A human with the Quirk; Status. He was their crowning jewel, the culmination of centuries of work and study in the field of eugenics. They have created the Übermensch, the superman that will and would bring up America to untold heights and glory that would but the roman empire to shame.
From when he can walk they ingrained into him loyalty towards them and America. They did this all of those born of the program. Even if those who were failures could still be useful, no resources were squandered.
"America is your homeland! It is the best in the world! Second only to us are or neighbors in the north and south—no! We are the greatest of all time!!" They said bombastically. "If their across the pond they are pathetic, spinless hypocrites!" said one of the people wearing a lab coat.
"… What's across the pond?"
"Either the Pacific or Atlantic! Our country is the best and greatest!! They point and mock us, so be it! It is because of our power that they can say such things without those communist bastards baring down on their necks! Like healthcare or Denny's Grand Slam!"
"… Okay."
They taught him everything from martial arts to cooking, trained him in poison tolerance to disguising himself. Nothing was off the table. If he was to be their Superman—in this case their Captain America, he needed the best training they can give.
"UWAGH!?" Adam vomited horribly on the table.
"Eat it back up Adam #101522." Said his trainer, an older woman also wearing a lab coat. "I don't wanna have to shove it down your throat again. You actually got your lipstick on right this time."
"Y-yes ma'am." He made a faint frown before he slowly began to eat back what he threw up.
He was raised at first from their founders first inception to be the perfect human thus all males born were named Adam and females named Lilith.
They did create and contribute to many medical discoveries and medicines to help genetic diseases, but their greatest backer came from America's military. It was not until the aftermath of WW2 that their funding truly spiked and they could begin to make serious progress to their greatest weapon.
Thus the day Adam #101522 gained his Quirk he became an instrument, a priceless product for the military industrial complex and even for America to keep it's hegemony on the world. Once he was handed over they changed his name from Adam #101522 to Cain. The reason became rather self-explanatory soon enough.
"You ready, Cain?" said his handler.
"Hm." He nods along, finishing his inspection of his loadout. "Everything is ready."
"You have the coordinates?"
"Hm." He nods again. "I have everything memorized."
"Then let start making our enemies bend the knee."
"Hm!" He nods again, not caring or thinking of what he was gonna do.
Thus he began his career on the battlefield.
At the age of seven he destabilized several would-be socialist countries and helped established far right (Pro-America) dictators.
"¡¡Larga vida a la revolución!!" shouted the Cuban citizens as they flood the streets as a new American backed regime came into power.
At age eight he killed the leaders of organizations that long sought to overthrow America from its hegemonic dominance and made it, so the U.S. were the ones in charge of the world's oil.
"P-please! I-I'll give—BANG! Thud!"
"Hm." He looks at the body with cold and emotionless eyes. "I forgot to tell him that this was for 9/11… Oh well, that was more than 100 years ago… They were also just one part of why it happened. Hmm…" He tilted his head in thought. "The other ones involves are long gone… Eh. I'm heading to China anyway."
At the age of nine he stole information to blackmail the entire Chinese Government. Albeit by this current period of time China was close to breaking up again into city-states. This was a result of 20 long years and 5 presidential terms to get them to break through various economics and societal means. So his blackmail merely extended an old, broken, and dying country's life for America's benefit.
"Like this sight?" said one of his handlers.
"It's something." Cain looked down from a tall building. "What of the normal, innocent people? Will they die from this shattering of a country?"
"Ah, they'll be fine!" She said assuredly. "Not the first time China broke into a bunch of city-states and then have a unification war before being broken again. It's their thing!"
At the age of ten he went and dismantled every nuclear weapon in Russia, China, and North Korea. While he was at it he also purged North Korea of its political structure and for the first time in a long time the north and south were one.
CHEERS!!
CHEERS!!
CHEERS!!
"…" Cain listens to the people as they chant of joy and freedom in Seoul. For the first time he felt as though he has done a good thing in the world. "Hm." He made a small, barely visible smile.
"Oy, Cain. You are needed elsewhere." His handler radioed in.
"Hah… I'm going."
Then from ages eleven to thirteen he was used mostly for assassination jobs on political figures in foreign countries, even domestic politicians weren't safe.
"You gonna take their money?" Cain said with a gun to a politician head.
"N-no! Please I won't do it again!" The politician said begging on his knees.
"Remember you are only worth a bullet. We have evidence of your great, great grandfather going to Epstein's island all the way to your son getting that child pregnant in—"
"Okay! Okay! I understand please do it!"
For an active period of 7 years he has made his country into a global superpower unlike any other, pure dominance. When one thinks of the economy they think America, when they think of unstoppable they think America, when they think of what is the best country in the world they think America.
Yes, using Cain they made America the new and better Roman Empire.
Then something odd happened, he received a very unique mission when he was 15.
"Cain your being sent to Japan." Said his main handler, a 37 year man with a few scars on his face, his appearance reminds Cain of a battle riddled lion with blue eyes.
"What is the mission sir?" Cain said. "Is it to blackmail another Prime Minister? Maybe you guys found Cerulean."
"We wish. Ever since we caught her older sister Azure she has been off the radar."
"Easy to do with her quirk letting her survive entirely off various kinds of energy. She could just be looking for her sister out in the middle of the Sahara."
"Probably. In any case, no. It is not about her, this time you are going to school."
"…What?" Cain was a bit stunned to hear those words leave his handlers mouth. "School?"
"Yeah, school. We know you don't really need it, but the mission requires you to go to the best school in Japan that makes Heroes. U.A."
"…So I am going to be a hero?"
"Not exactly. We got word that the number one hero of Japan and the world, All Might, has found a successor."
"So you want me to kidnap them or kill them?"
"No. That's whatever." He waved it off. "What our mission is, is to find and kill All For One."
"Him? Isn't he just a Japan only villain that went dark years ago?"
"That is correct, but All Might is teaching at U.A. so he is staying in one place. Making him a massive target for villains."
"Cool, tell me where he is and give me Azazel and I'll put him down with one shot."
"That is where the problem is, we don't know where he is. The old fuck is like an old war criminal, hidden away somewhere in the world until their grandkids or something find his old shit."
"Have you checked Argentina?"
"Yes and he wasn't there. Anyway, your job is to get into the school and wait for the prime opportunity to kill All For One. So get your backpack Albert Hiroyuki , quarter-Japanese, age 15 you're going to high school!"
"Um… What does a kid my age act?"
"Don't worry I'll make you a file to get you a understating on how to act! I also got you movies!" He reached into his desk and slammed a stack of movies.
"I learned that movies are exaggerations of high school. Are they not? I heard from some of the female soldiers here that season 48 of Riverdale was the most insane one with aliens and mysteries."
"…Fine." A look of disappointment quickly washed over his face before a look of sternness took its place. "Fuck the movies and fuck the file. The U.S. gave the people limited access to lost media and they pick that trash? Fucking Gen Epsilon." He then threw all the movies to the side. "Just do what you always done. Be nice and learn as you grow. Watch how kids your age act and do."
"Very well. Will I have a dossier on the details?"
"Yeah, yeah. You are set to leave next week for the exam. Oh and go see the doctors for a checkup."
"Cool, more needles. You would think they would stop considering how durable my skin is."
"They invested a lot of money into those needles, it's the whole god damn space-pen-pencil thing. I swear their so smart that it wraps around to make them morons."
"You know a pencil isn't that good in space because of the lead being scrapped and possibly break resulting—"
"Yeah, yeah I got it when you began to explain to me the faults of a number 2 pencil."
Thus began his start of his journey, not as a hero or as a villain nay… This is a story of a beast.