I sat at my desk, sketching hero strategies-Nighteye's agency was my likely internship choice, tying me to Mirio, the One For All successor who showed only support, no suspicion.
Inko was at work, leaving the house empty. I paced, the urge to train burning-without Dimension Create's void, I'd been limited to backyard drills, cratering the patio and worrying neighbors.
I needed a breakthrough. As if on cue, the Gacha System's neon interface flared, its mechanical voice cutting through my thoughts like a blade.
System Notice: Heroic alignment stable. User's progress aligns with balanced growth. New pull authorized.
My heart raced. Another pull, after the system's brutal recalibration? The kaleidoscope spun in my vision-flames, swords, glowing orbs-slowing to a single, shimmering ticket.
Pull Result: Item - Ticket to Empty Dungeon (S-Tier). Grants access to a created dungeon with infinite internal time, while only 2 seconds pass outside. One-time use. No enemies or quests; a safe training ground. Stored in Dimensional Storage. Use with intent.
I froze, pulse pounding. Infinite time? Two seconds outside? This was Dimension Create reborn, but better-no void's limits, just endless space to train.
I could push my Saiyan Physiology to 50% mastery, refine Transform and Harry Potter magic, without risking collateral damage or All For One's notice.
The system's timing was perfect-before internships, I'd master my power. I grabbed the ticket from Dimensional Storage, a glowing card pulsing with energy. "No quests, no vampires," I muttered, relieved. "Just me and my limits."
I locked my door, ensuring privacy, and activated the ticket. A portal shimmered open, a swirling vortex of silver light. I stepped through, green aura flaring, and the world shifted.
I stood in a boundless expanse-white, featureless, stretching forever, like a canvas waiting for my will. The air was neutral, no breeze or heat, just space.
My Saiyan senses confirmed: no threats, no time pressure. Infinite hours, days, years-mine to shape.
"Alright," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Let's hit 50%." I started with basics, testing my current 25% mastery. Push-ups came first, the ground unyielding but responsive, my strength cratering it with each rep.
One hundred, two hundred, the green aura flared brighter, muscles burning without Energy Efficiency to soften it. Sweat dripped, but I pushed, Analytical Mind tracking my form-every flex, every strain.
I shifted to sprints, the dungeon's expanse letting me run without bounds, speed blurring the white void. My Saiyan Physiology adapted, legs pumping, aura trailing like a comet. I hit 30% control, the ground trembling, but pain crept in-muscle strain, no Zenkai to recover.
I paused, panting, and tested Transform. I shifted into All Might's muscular form, blonde hair and booming laugh, retaining my Saiyan strength.
Punches roared, shockwaves rippling the dungeon's air. I became a dragon, scales glinting, wings beating, then a boulder, immovable but aware.
Each form was seamless, my consciousness intact, Saiyan power constant. I reverted to myself, grinning-Transform was limitless, a trump card for internships.
Next, Harry Potter magic. I cast Protego, a shimmering shield blocking my own test punch, the aura-enhanced strike bouncing off. "Accio dumbbell,"
I said, summoning a weight from Dimensional Storage-20kg, flying to my hand. Without Major Telekinesis, this was my object control.
I tried Sectumsempra, a cutting spell slicing the dungeon's ground, leaving a glowing scar that faded. Apparition teleported me across the expanse, seamless but draining-magic wasn't infinite without Energy Efficiency. I cast Lumos, lighting the void, and Nox to dim it, practicing precision.
Hours passed-or days? Time blurred, infinite. I focused on Saiyan Physiology, pushing past 30%. I shadowboxed, punches cracking the air, each strike faster, stronger.
The green aura roared, Broly's rage simmering but restrained. I visualized Bakugo's Howitzer Impact, countering with aura-enhanced blocks, imagining Todoroki's ice-fire waves, dodging with Saiyan speed.
Pain surged-muscles tearing, bones creaking-but I ate a Senzu Bean (42 left), the bean healing me instantly. "Keep going," I growled, pushing to 35%.
I created obstacles with magic-Conjuro to summon stone walls, Incendio for fire barriers. I smashed through, aura blazing, training precision. At 40%, the ground quaked, my punches splitting conjured boulders.
The berserk edge loomed, my vision tinting green, but I breathed, focusing on Inko's smile, Uraraka's encouragement. "Not a beast," I whispered. "A hero."
I used Transform to become All Might again, testing heroic poses, then Mirio, phasing through my own conjured walls with imagined Permeation. Each shift honed control, blending forms with Saiyan power.
Days blurred-weeks? I lost track, the dungeon's infinity freeing me. I pushed to 45%, aura like a storm, each punch a sonic boom.
I cast Stupefy mid-punch, stunning an imagined foe, then apparated to dodge my own conjured Sectumsempra. The synergy was new-Saiyan strength, magic finesse, Transform versatility.
Without Major Telekinesis, I relied on Accio for range, summoning weights to juggle, mimicking telekinesis. At 50%, my aura erupted, the dungeon trembling, green light blinding.
I punched, the shockwave carving a mile-long trench. Pain screamed-muscles, joints-but another Senzu Bean (41 left) fixed it.
I collapsed, panting, aura settling. 50% mastery-half of Broly's power, precise, controlled. I could shatter mountains, outrun jets, tank explosions, yet stay heroic.
The dungeon's infinity had reshaped me. I stood, casting Protego Maxima, a massive shield, then shifted into a hawk, soaring through it, testing Transform's limits. I reverted, grinning. "Ready."
The portal reappeared, silver and steady. I stepped through, back in my room. Two seconds had passed, the clock unchanged. My body felt stronger, sharper, 50% Saiyan mastery locked in.
I checked Dimensional Storage: 41 Senzu Beans, Kinetic Glove, Weighted Training Bands, Shock-Absorbing Insoles, Vampire Dungeon ticket (still untouched). The Empty Dungeon ticket was gone, its one-time use spent. The system was silent-no new pulls, just approval in its absence.
Inko's voice called, "Izuku! Dinner!" I showered, muscles aching but alive, and joined her. Katsu curry steamed, her smile grounding me.
"You look... different," she said, tilting her head. I laughed, "Just training, Mom." We ate, her chatter about work and neighbors a balm. The All For One shadow lingered, but I pushed it aside-50% mastery, magic, Transform. I was ready for Nighteye, for whatever came next.