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The wind howled through the mountain pass. It carried the scent of pine, dry earth, and the lingering, copper taste of failure.
The chill that seeped into the bones of the few remaining members of the League of Villains. They trudged through the dense forest, a ragtag group of outcasts who looked less like a threat to society and more like a group of lost hikers.
Tomura Shigaraki led the way, his coat tattered, his red shoes scuffed and dirty. He wasn't scratching his neck today. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his posture hunched against the wind.
"Are we there yet?" Twice moaned, shivering. "I'm freezing! I'm burning up! Where are we going, Shigaraki?"
"To the coordinates Sensei left," Shigaraki rasped, his voice dry. "To the 'power' he promised."
"We're down a man," Mr. Compress noted, adjusting his mask. His new mechanical arm whirred softly. "Dabi... he's been gone for weeks. No contact. No news. Just... vanished after that armored freak took him."
Shigaraki stopped. The air around him seemed to grow heavy.
"We will find him," Shigaraki said, not turning around. "We will find Dabi, and we will kill the ones who took him. But first... we need power. We are weak. Sensei is gone. Kurogiri is gone. Dabi is gone. We are bleeding."
He looked up at the dense canopy. "If we don't get stronger... we're just dust waiting to be swept away."
They reached a clearing. In the center sat a small, nondescript radio, sitting on a stump as if it had been placed there minutes ago.
"A radio?" Spinner asked, unimpressed. "This is the power?"
Shigaraki walked over to it. He reached out a hand.
Suddenly, the ground shook.
It wasn't a tremor. It was a heartbeat.
The earth cracked. Trees were uprooted as if they were weeds. A massive, mountainous shape rose from the ground, shedding dirt and rock like water. It was a titan, a walking calamity of muscle and stone.
Gigantomachia.
The giant roared, a sound of pure grief.
"MASTER!" the giant wept, tears the size of buckets streaming down his rock-like face. "WHERE ARE YOU, MASTER?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!"
He looked down at the League, his eyes wild and confused. "You... you are not him. You are... small. Weak."
He raised a fist the size of a truck.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Twice screamed.
"Sensei's bodyguard," Shigaraki whispered, his eyes widening. "He really left us a monster."
The fist descended. The League scattered, diving for cover. The impact cratered the earth, sending a shockwave that knocked them all off their feet.
"Wait!" Shigaraki yelled, scrambling up. "I am Tomura Shigaraki! His successor!"
"SUCCESSOR?!" Gigantomachia roared, winding up for another strike.
"YOU ARE TOO WEAK! MASTER IS STRONG! MASTER IS EVERYTHING! YOU ARE NOTHING!"
Just as the giant prepared to crush them into paste, the radio on the stump crackled to life.
"Machia."
The voice was distorted, recorded, but undeniable. It was the voice of All For One.
Gigantomachia froze. His fist hovered inches above Shigaraki's head. He trembled, his massive frame shaking with devotion.
"Master..." he whimpered.
"This is Tomura Shigaraki," the recording continued. "He is my successor. You will serve him... once he proves himself."
The giant lowered his fist. He looked at Shigaraki, sniffing the air. "Prove... himself?"
Before Shigaraki could answer, a thick, black sludge erupted from the giant's mouth. It wasn't an attack. It was a warp gate. It engulfed the League, swallowing them whole.
They were spat out onto a cold, metal floor.
The smell hit them first — antiseptic, formaldehyde, and something rotting. The room was dark, lit only by the green glow of massive glass vats lining the walls.
"Welcome," a voice croaked.
A small, round man with a bald head and thick goggles sat in a chair that looked like a throne of machinery. Dr. Kyudai Garaki. The Doctor.
"You look terrible, Tomura," the Doctor cackled. "Lost your way? Lost your pieces? No Kurogiri. No Dabi. Just a broken boy and his broken toys."
Shigaraki stood up, dusting himself off. He looked around the room. Inside the vats were creatures — Nomus. But they were different. Sleek. Intelligent-looking. Black skin, exposed brains, muscular but streamlined.
"High-Ends," the Doctor said proudly, gesturing to the vats. "My masterpieces. Stronger than the one Endeavor fought. Faster. Smarter."
"Give them to me," Shigaraki demanded, his red eyes burning. "Give me the power. Give me Machia."
"Give?" The Doctor scoffed. "You think you deserve them? You, who have achieved nothing? All For One pampered you. But he is gone. I serve power, Tomura. And right now... you have none."
He pressed a button. A screen lit up, showing Gigantomachia in the forest, weeping.
"That beast represents the sum of All For One's physical might. He will not follow a weakling. And I will not give my masterpieces to a failure."
The Doctor leaned forward, his goggles glinting.
"You want the power? Earn it. Make Machia submit. Fight him. Break him. Show him and me that you are a King, not just a prince."
Shigaraki looked at the screen. He looked at the High-Ends. He looked at his own hands.
"Fine," he snarled. A new, terrifying grin spread across his face. "I'll break him and show you what I can do."
The next month was a living hell.
The League was transported back to the forest. Their lives became a simple, brutal cycle. Fight Gigantomachia. Get crushed. Sleep for three hours. Fight again.
It was a relentless, 48-hour cycle of violence. Machia didn't sleep. He didn't eat. He just hunted them.
Shigaraki was pushed to his absolute limit. He moved faster, thought sharper. His decay quirk, usually needing five fingers, began to evolve under the constant life-or-death pressure. He was tired, dirty, and bleeding constantly, but his eyes... his eyes were sharpening. He was no longer a petulant child throwing a tantrum. He was a predator learning to hunt a dinosaur.
"Again!" Shigaraki screamed, launching himself at the giant for the thousandth time, dust turning to decay at his fingertips.
Weeks Later - The Forest
The League lay scattered on the ground, exhausted. They had survived another bout, but they were no closer to beating him.
"I need blood..." Toga whispered, pale and shaking.
Shigaraki sat on a rock, panting. He stared at Gigantomachia, who was sitting miles away, waiting for them to recover.
He has too much HP, Shigaraki thought, his gamer mind analyzing the situation. His stamina is infinite. We can't beat him in a straight fight. We need a raid boss strategy.
Ring. Ring.
The sound was alien in the wilderness. It was coming from Giran's bag, which Twice had saved. A sleek, expensive-looking smartphone.
Shigaraki picked it up. "Hello?"
"Tomura Shigaraki," a voice said. It was smooth, confident, and utterly arrogant. "I represent the Meta Liberation Army. My name is Re-Destro."
"Who?" Shigaraki asked, bored.
"We are the future," Re-Destro proclaimed. "We believe in the free use of quirks. The liberation of humanity from the shackles of hero society. And you... your League... you are famous. But you are aimless criminals. You give villains a bad name."
"Get to the point," Shigaraki growled.
"We have your broker, Giran," Re-Destro said. "We have his fingers."
A video feed popped up on the phone screen. Giran was tied to a chair, beaten, and missing fingers.
"We have an army," Re-Destro continued. "One hundred and ten thousand soldiers. Hidden in society. Waiting for the signal. We are challenging you, League of Villains. Come to Deika City. Face us. If you win, Giran lives. If you lose... we erase you from history."
Shigaraki stared at the phone. An army. 110,000 people. Against his ragged group of five.
It was impossible. It was suicide.
And then, Shigaraki started to laugh.
It was a dry, raspy sound that grew into a maniacal cackle. He looked at Gigantomachia in the distance. He looked at the phone.
"Hey, Doctor," Shigaraki said into his own comms unit. "You listening?"
"I am," the Doctor replied.
"You said I need to corner Machia, right? Wear him down?"
"Yes."
"Well," Shigaraki grinned, his face splitting wide. "I just found a grinding spot."
He stood up, addressing the League.
"We're going to Deika City."
"Are you crazy?!" Mr. Compress yelled. "There are a hundred thousand of them!"
"Exactly," Shigaraki said, his red eyes gleaming with a twisted strategic brilliance. "Machia wakes up in two hours. He tracks me by my scent. So... we go to Deika City. We start the fight. And when Machia wakes up..."
He pointed to the horizon.
"...We throw the giant at the army."
Twice's jaw dropped. "That's... that's evil! That's genius!"
"He has too much HP," Shigaraki explained. "So we let the Liberation Army whittle him down for us. We kill two birds with one stone. We destroy the Army, and we tame the Beast."
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Meanwhile, somewhere in a Classified HPSC Black Site
The room was not a cell. It was a vault.
The walls were reinforced titanium, lined with quirk-suppressing dampeners and thermal regulators kept at absolute zero. In the center of the room, strapped to a vertical slab like a specimen, was Dabi.
He was furious.
He had been here for weeks. Time had lost meaning. He had screamed until his voice was gone. He had tried to ignite his flames, but the cold sucked the heat from his body before a spark could form. He was helpless.
"LET ME GO!" he roared, his voice a raw rasp. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE! I HAVE WORK TO DO! I HAVE TO KILL HIM! I HAVE TO KILL ENDEAVOR!"
He thrashed against the restraints, the staples on his skin stretching and tearing. "MY GRAND PLAN! IT'S ALL RUINED! I WAS GOING TO REVEAL EVERYTHING! I WAS GOING TO BURN HIS LEGACY TO ASH!"
The injustice of it burned hotter than his fire. He had waited ten years. He had suffered, burned, and stitched himself back together for one purpose. And now, because of some armored freak in a trench coat, he was stuck in a freezer, forgotten.
Click.
The heavy blast door hissed. The locks disengaged with heavy clanks.
Dabi froze, his turquoise eyes snapping to the door. Endeavor? Is it him? Did he find me?
The door swung open.
It wasn't Endeavor. It wasn't the armored man.
It was a small, white mouse-bear-dog creature in a fine three-piece suit.
Principal Nezu walked in, his paws clasped behind his back, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Hello there, Dabi!" Nezu chirped, his voice echoing in the cold room. "How are you doing today? Chilly?"
Dabi stared. He blinked. "The... rat?"
He threw his head back and laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "They sent the principal of U.A.? Are the heroes that low on staff? Did Endeavor send his pet to lecture me?"
Nezu's smile didn't waver. He walked closer, unbothered by the cold. "Oh, no, no. That is certainly not the case. Endeavor doesn't even know this facility exists. Neither does the police force."
Dabi stopped laughing. His eyes narrowed. "What?"
"You are not with the heroes right now, Dabi," Nezu said, his tone conversational. "You are in a black site. A facility that officially... does not exist."
He hopped up onto a small stool that had been left by a technician, bringing himself to eye level with the restrained villain.
"This is the main base of operations for the Hero Public Safety Commission's Asset Containment Unit. My unit."
Dabi felt a flicker of unease. "So? You're the HPSC's lapdog. What do you want? A confession? I already told you, I'm Dabi. I kill heroes."
"Yes, yes, Dabi," Nezu waved a paw dismissively. Blue flames. Hatred for Endeavor. Patchwork skin. Very dramatic. Very villainous."
Nezu leaned forward. His black eyes seemed to expand, swallowing the light in the room. The cheerful demeanor dropped, replaced by a cold, terrifying intelligence that saw everything.
"But we're not here to talk to Dabi," Nezu whispered.
He pulled a small folder from his jacket. He opened it, revealing a DNA test result. A match.
"We're here to talk to the boy who died on Sekoto Peak."
Dabi's heart stopped. The blood drained from his face, leaving his scars standing out in stark, purple relief.
Nezu smiled again, but this time, it was all teeth.
"Welcome to the HPSC, Toya Todoroki."
For a second, there was silence.
Then, pure, unadulterated panic exploded in Dabi's eyes.
"WHAT?!" he screamed, thrashing against the restraints with a renewed, desperate strength. "HOW?! NO! NO ONE KNOWS! HOW DID YOU — "
"I know everything," Nezu said simply. "And now... we have a lot to discuss, don't we?"
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