'Remember Izuku, remember, this is another world where insects apparently can look humanoid and you can gain powers from mysterious liquids, dear god please tell me i'm not high.' Izuku looked on dumbfounded at his back where almost pure white wings with random markings of dark green sprouted from his back, with a thought they disappeared in a flash, he had been able to get a good flap out of them but they seemed to refuse to be used for more than a single flap, he had only ran face first into a weird statue before these wings decided they liked him.

He had only been joking about sprouting wings! How in the everloving hell was he supposed to know that whoever the hell was up there decided they liked his idea so much they gave him a pair of wings! He had a ton of other problems and mysteries to deal with, he didn't need to add magical wings to that list! God...he was way too old for this.

Deciding that he would treat any new thing that decided to attach itself to him, he decided to just treat them like a quirk, an extremely mysterious, borderline magical, more convoluted than the last, quirk's.

Deciding for his own sanity to shrug it off he continued down the odd tunnel-maze he had been going down for a while, feeling himself kick something, he looked down to see an odd off white metal ore, carefully he leaned down to pick up the strange looking rock/ore? Where suddenly when it was in his grasp the void like chitin that made up his body suddenly forced the ore/rock into his body where it promptly disappeared. Blinking blankly at his hand he robotically jerked his head up and began walking away, completely ignoring what had just happened and hoping that his new life calms down at some point.

Sadly his life was never that easy as the brown stone he had gotten use to seeing slowly turned into the normal dark grey color, Izuku was stuck staring onward, infuriated beyond belief, at the disgusting looking creature that would fit in a pre-quirk era lovecraftian novel, spindly and colored black to almost blend into the stone, it had a odd looking sack at its stomach? That seemed to hold a garish and sickly looking orange liquid. Creatures of all kinds were strung up onto the ceiling as it tried and failed to break into his mind, for what reason? He could guess, but he didn't want to bother, turning he found a piece of broken rock that looked almost like a staff, short and blunt on all edges with the top especially heavy.

Turning his side to the hideous creature seemed to break the stand off they were having as the creature leapt up and at him in an attempt to pin him down, but without even putting any effort into it Izuku picked up the heavy rock looking staff and bashed the creature out of the air.

Sickly looking orange blood spewed from its new wound, hissing in rage the creature spat the same looking orange liquid it had bled, in a blink he had teleported a few meters away from his location, and turned with exasperated interest as the liquid it spat hissed against the stone floor.

Confirming it was indeed acid, he quickly teleported in front of it and bashed its head in with one strike, almost knocking its head off as part of its skull was caved in, but still that didn't seem to deter it as it staggered to its feet and charged.

Without even attempting to move he feind a swing of his rock staff, the creature predictably jumping away from the expected swing only for him to have been moving faster, having already jumped up to the ceiling and then back down at the creatures flight path as he delivered one extra heavy swing, its exoskeleton ripped with a disgusting sound as he punted its head off its body.

The creature hit the ground with a wet splat as its sack busted and the acid inside began to eat at its own body, as he finally landed the only indication the creature had even been there was the pool of orange acid and its head currently embedded in the far wall.

Silently cursing, he noticed that some of the creatures strung up on the ceiling were still very much alive, curious and not happy in the least to continue his apparently headache inducing walk down this damned tunnel, he simply floated up to see that the creatures he was seeing were some type of extremely bulbous spider's, small and almost young looking, as he meet their eyes each one reacted in fear, pathetically attempting to get away from him even though they were all bound and stuck.

Aiming the end of his new rock staff at the odd looking webbing that was holding them all, he activated his laser quirk, a green dot formed at the end of his staff before it quickly flew out in a straight line and began cutting at the webbing like wet paper, with a quick movement all the spiders were quickly freed and fell down to the ground, amazingly on their feet.

He watched on as when they realized he hadn't killed them and was staying up in the air, those that still had their mouths free began to nibble on the others bindings before they quickly broke and revealed that some had blade like legs those of which began cutting their kin loose.

Soon enough all of them were free of their restraints, he had long since landed and had simply stayed back as he watched them, he would have helped them further but he suspected they would have frozen up if he had moved from where he was, slowly but surely one seemed to gain the courage to approach him, and as it got some meters closer, it spoke.

This one was significantly bigger than the others, and it spoke with hisses and a almost gnashing sound with both its teeth and throat, as well as the occasional click, but that was what he heard, but for some inexplicable reason, he could feel his mind deciphering what the spider was saying.

"Thank you, odd traveler, the Nosk has been a terror to Deepnest for some time, especially when it became infected and its predator magic had become strong enough to trick us weavers, hadn't even noticed it among us. I believe now that it was luck that I had accidentally been pulled into its trickery when it began to lead the young weavers away and I had accidentally followed, for it allows me to give thanks to you, please, come, I will lead to Deepnest, for your kindness, be rewarded." clearly the deciphering wasn't perfect.

Incapable of speech and ever so slightly uncertain if he should go considering his special brand of luck seemed to follow to even this world, he took a moment before nodding his head in acceptance, a happy sounding hiss came from the adult weaver before using one of its many arms to wave him forward as it began corralling the younger weavers down the tunnel on the other side of the room.

Much like normal spiders, the weavers were not restrained to only the ground and could walk on the walls and ceilings, and if it were not for the fact he had plenty of light left to float behind them he would have had to take the, in the weavers words, 'very long way' but instead he was able to follow behind with no trouble.

He knew he was short, super short in fact compared to the other bugs he had come across, even the adult weavers were a few inches taller than him, but as he looked up at the queen of beasts, he was a literal ant compared to her height as she towered over literally everyone around her, even her guards looked more like children then soldiers meant to protect her.

"Well now, it's rare for Deepnest to get visitors that hold no hostility towards us, and get to us in one piece even, and I'm thankful for your help in safely bringing back the children of the weavers, sadly I must be on my way for...political reasons." almost inaudibly she muttered something about a bastard king before turning to her guards.

"Make sure Hornet is safe, I do not wish for there to be even a scuff mark on my little one's shell, oh, and do make sure to treat our guest well." Her voice was authoritative, and almost instantly the two large bugs' face like masks split, revealing their faces as their blade-like arms saluted towards her.

As quick as she came she left, only ever introducing herself as Deepnest's queen, not even giving a name, left standing their, Izuku quietly had something of a staring contest with the mask of the large bug that had stayed to watch over him as the other disappeared into the large cocoon of spider silk.

Stuck standing there awkwardly and physically incapable of break the ice, he almost hugged the weaver who had led him here when they began speaking, "You truly are a lucky soul to have one of the personal escort of one of queen Herrah's devout stalkers, hmm what am I forgetting. Oh! I never did introduce myself did I? My name is Henna, the personal caretaker of the little weavers when their parents are too busy working."

'Great, out of the frying pan into the fire.' it seemed like he was on the roll since instead of being in an awkward standoff with the devout stalker, he was instead now trapped in an awkward standoff with Henna, the weaver now expecting him to introduce himself.

Tilting his head to one side, he considered how it would be best to communicate he couldn't speak, snapping his fingers his head shot up before using his hands to make a circle where his mouth would be, imitating speaking before taking his hands and slamming them together and then letting his hands drop.

"...Are...you unable to speak…?" Her question was hesitant, but luckily was dead on as he quickly began nodding his head, her many eyes widened in what he could only guess was surprise before what he believed the spider version of understanding and pity settled on her face.

"I'm sor-" he waved his staff in front of her face to cut her off, shaking his head before shrugging in a way that he hoped communicated that she shouldn't worry about it. It seemed to work as she quickly tried to wipe her look of pity off of her face before turning and waving one of her arms in the direction of what seemed the very top left of the giant cave where a very large ball of spider silk was suspended.

"Do you wish for me to show you around Deepnest? it's not as impressive as Hallownest but we make do, I just have to go make sure that all the weavers got their children first." nodding in acceptance he began walking in the direction she had indicated(quietly contemplating how he would ask what Hallownest was), understanding, she quickly skittered her way towards the approximation of a daycare. Clearly the devout stalkers were not born for stealth like their names would suggest as the one the queen, Herrah apparently, had assigned to him not so subtly trailed behind him as he followed Henna.

Clearly a society of bugs mainly consisting of spiders and variations of that made having a 'city' very different from what he was used to as while his home had towering skyscrapers, the people of Neepnest made their homes suspended in the very air using a combination of using other nests close by as support while still using sprawling threads to connect to walls and ceilings.

And as one would guess, a spider approximately the size of a human had incredibly powerful webs, and most interesting was that instead of the webs being a mess and getting in the way of walkways or the like, loom like systems were implemented to control the direction that support threads would be pointing, allowing them to spin the thread to a wall and then rapt around a loom so that it would not be a straight away from the home and the supports, allowing room for maneuvering and even creating solid walkways for non-spider like species, truly ingenious of a spider like society.

If he still had a mouth he would have asked how they decided what part of the thread was sticky and what part's weren't, he was only interested in quirkology in his past life and had never gotten around to being interested in how spider thread works as he never met anyone who could make any on command. Well...no time like the present.

The daycare like nest was truly interesting, it had simi-medieval tools with a very crude playground that mainly consisted of walking or swinging along spider thread, speaking of walking, it was incredibly...odd, to be walking on spider silk.

On one hand the thread had a slight give, while still having the feeling of almost like walking on spongy metal, the best way to describe it would be like walking on an extremely taut and thick quilt. While he didnt do extensive research on spiders he had done extensive research on how spiders make web patterns as it was the optimal way for him to use blackwhip as a net when he didn't have the luxury to catch someone before they reached their maximum velocity, and plenty of people had said that blackwhip reminded them of a spider thread with its incredible tensile strength.

Half listening to Hanna as she rambled about that Nosk creature, keeping one of his ears trained onto her so that he could review his memories of her talking at a later time, but his main focus was on the little weaverling that began to fall from the ceiling, he could only guess why it decided to do that, but this one looked younger than the little weavers he had saved earlier, he had waited a moment to see if it was doing what other spider do by spinning thread to travel downward safely, but after seeing the weaverling quickly picking up speed with no obvious thread holding it aloft, he moved.

It was slightly off putting to be talking to someone she wasn't even sure was listening to her, along with them having no way of speaking, she wasn't sure what to make of her savior, but when she looked back to see them not even looking at her she had slightly annoyed and was about to snap from her already frayed nerves.

But in one instant he was simply looking like he was ignoring her then the next he was raising his arm towards the ceiling, impatient she looked up, only to stop in horror as she saw one of youngest weaverling's under her care began falling from the ceiling.

As weaverlings developed the first thing they developed was their ability to maneuver around on walls and ceilings, though it was weak and needed to be practiced, but a weaverling took at least four birthing cycles before they developed the ability to manually spin thread.

As these thoughts ran through her head she barely pushed past her horror to turn her head to shout at the devout stalker nearby, but before she could even fully turn. A single extremely fat dark thread tinged with green light flew towards the falling weaverling, and as it approached the dark thread split into several smaller threads and snuggly rapt around the weaverling, instantly stopping the weaverling from falling further.

Shakely following the thread, she was left in awe as she looked at her savior, and now apparent savior of the weaverling, from its extended limb pointed directly at the weaverling was where the dark thread originated from...how...she needed to contact the queen as soon as possible, this may be the answer they were looking for to help train Hornet.

"Welcome" the words from the Pale King were cold, but Herrah had long since pushed past any fear she may have had for the god long ago, now all she felt when she saw and heard him was the sensation of so much rage building up inside of her that she was sure if she was capable of manipulating soul everything around her would be trembling.

Alas, she was stuck in this horrible room, forced to listen to the ramblings of the individual she hated most while forced to stand next to both Lurien and Monomon, both individuals who, unlike her, had wholeheartedly accepted being dreamers, and both subtly sent glares at her for only accepting being a dreamer after making a deal, instead of accepting with open arms and blissful ignorance.

Many saw the denizens of Deepnest as only sniveling and savage beasts that should heel when told and forever thankful to have minds at all. But instead she and her people had kept to their most savage instincts and used their new found minds to make that even more prominent in the eyes of their nemesis'.

Truly she cared little for the arrogant plan the Pale King had devised to stop the Radiance's infection, as Deepnest was incredibly close to the abyss that the spread of infection held a far weaker hold on them then those that resided in Hallownest, excluding the White Palace. Of course the Pale King's pride made it where he refused to share the land of the basin with any other individuals but him and the one's he deemed worthy to be in his presence.

Though the part she found most distasteful was the use of what amounted to a child, even she and her people would not resort to using children for any reason, even luring out Nosk who only went after children, though the pest had recently been taken care of by a kind wanderer, so now their only problem was the Radiance, something she was willing to sacrifice herself for if it meant she could save her people.

"And now I present to you all, the purest vessel , The Hollow Knight." snapping through her thoughts she could not take her eyes off of the small child, it bore a unquestionable resemblance to the wanderer, but unlike the wanderer who held green eyes that made you almost squirm and want to escape from being under his gaze, the vessels eyes were instead more lifeless and emptier than a graveyard, it moved robotically, a complete opposite to the individual it resembled as they had walked with a air of confidence. Confidence this vessel had none of.

But this~...Hollow Knight, gave off more of a feeling of a robotic-immature child then a warrior that would be able to stop something like the Radiance, if this child was 'The Hollow Knight' then the wander she had meet was 'The Knight', a individual who looked so similar but seemed to be far better a choice in her opinion, the wanderer had even single handedly taken out Nosk, she saw no such achievements from the one she was apparently supposed to intrust such a important task to.

But a plan began to spin within her mind, she and all those privy of the plan were told that he had simply 'created' the vessel in one of his many labs he had built in the abyss, yet, in her own home a vessel that bore a remarkable resemblance to the Pure Vessel sat, completely unexplained and the Pale king went on like the vessel in front of them was a machine brought to life, and the final shovel was what the Pale King said before he dismissed them all.

"The vessel is special in its purity as it has no mind to think so that it can not dream and fall to temptation, it has no will that can be broken so it will forever persist in its duty, and has no voice to cry out in pain or despair." a cold feeling over took her as a portrait of the wanderer was pulled from the Pale Kings robes, its striking green eyes the most prominent part of it as he began calling the wanderer a failed vessel, one of his experiments who had failed to have no mind or will and had escaped, but something was off with the statement, like their was more to it he refused to tell, but it was all she needed to know.

If he had still been physically capable of it, he would have sighed, he really didn't strike himself as the type to believe in omens, bad/good luck and all that, but he had to be a bit more open minded after literally being reincarnated against his will and running into several things that could only be classified as magical, it was with this new mentalty that he was sure that whatever force brough him here was fucking with him as he stared at Herrah akwardly, silence filling the queen's 'office' as they stared at one another, the third time this having happened to him in a single day. Finally, Herrah broke the silence.

"Do you know why I've brought you here, wanderer?" mentaly sighing in reluctant acceptance that this would be what dragged him into something he would forever think back on as a mistake he could have avoided if he still didn't have his damn bleeding heart. He nodded in a so-so manner, not letting any of his grievances leak into the movement or his posture.

"Hmm, well I believe I can correctly assume that you are incapable of speech? As your species was made to be without such a capability, correct?" if he had still had the ability to, he would have told her to give it to him straight and get to the point, being cryptic only wasted time. Instead he nodded, leading Herrah to nod to herself before she continued to speak.

"Now I would like to ask a question, do you perhaps have a sibling? Someone who has the same look as you but, where you have two horns, they have four horns that seem to have melded together? And was perhaps with someone who seemed to give of a pale light?" while he had a feeling he knew where she was going, but when she mentioned a pale light...he felt his maternal rage jump, and he knew that he wasn't successful at repressing it fully as the room momentarily shook, and even Herrah seemed to shiver slightly at the sliver of his rage that had leaked out.

"Hmm~, I'll take that as a yes, now, do you know who exactly the person who...took?... Your sibling is?" he nodded when she seemed hesitant if 'took' was correct, which it was, as far as Izuku could tell the abyss was his siblings home, and the pale monster had used what he could only assume was mind magic on all of them to make them look to exit, or something along those lines. But he had to shake his head in a clear no, having never even heard those knight-like individuals having said...that trash's name.

"Well, the individual i'm sure you are thinking of is the Pale King, ruler of Hallownest, a 'god', or as we denizen's of Deepnest call him, 'a higher being' who believes that it is his right to rule because his mind magic radiates off of him in such a way that any living creature in his 'domain' gains an individual mind that grants them intelligence.

Who, while arrogant, is incredibly smart, and as an infection from a different higher being that resides in and controls dreams called 'The Radiance' continues to take over the minds of the residents of both Hallownest and Deepnest. He created a plan to create a 'vessel' who had no mind to think, no will to break, and no voice to cry despair so that he can trap the Radiance within it and hopefully not only contain it but also permanently stop the infection from spreading. Are you still following?" Herrah paused to make sure he was keeping up but it was easy to pick up and he began to piece everything together.

From what he could tell this Pale King(they will always be 'pale monster' to him) was some type of actual or self proclaimed god who could back up its statement to an extent but somehow pissed off another god who apparently controls dreams, though he can't see how one has a connection to the other, and this god didn't give a damn about the people and began to take control of them, perhaps in some kind hive mind? That would certainly explain why something that has a hive mind would dislike someone who is able to give creatures individual thought, hince breaking them from a hive mind, perhaps he had encroached on the Radiences territory? But in response to the infection the god of dreams started making, the Pale King decided to create 'vessel's' to hold in this infection, hence the name, and did so by possibly using his own children? But how?

His eyes snapped to Herrah as she began to hiss what he could guess was an approximation of a laugh, but quickly settled when she noticed his focus on her, "Ah, excuse me but it seems like you were lost in your own head for a second their, are you ready for me to proceed?" nodding his head his half thought up idea's took the back seat as he put his full focus on deciphering the mystery laid before him.

"Now, PK describes the 'Pure Vessel' as his successful attempt to create life without any substance, as I said, no mind, no will, no voice, but he also commented that while he was working in the abyss to create a being that would have the aspects of being able to live while not having the aspects of being truly alive, he described it as a 'living machine', using the power of the void to keep away any emotion, will, voice, need for food, air, and rest while stilling giving life to something, and a report from Henna mentions that you didn't even seem tired after fighting the Nosk, and the whole time you have been here you have not expressed the want for food, and as you have no mouth, I can't imagine you can breathe either.

Yet, glossing over the fact you have no voice, it seems that while your body is made of void, it though you are already a living being within, not some semi-living machine but a living, thinking, emotional child, but the question is, if PK was telling the truth, then how did a failed experiment create a living creature? Something tells me that's not what truly happened is it?" Herrah finished speaking with a tinge of curiosity in her voice that was hesitant in being hopefully that he had the answers to her questions.

Though he was thankful to her as her explanation finally connected the dots in his mind, why he was so different, as well as the hand that pale monster had in all of this, it barely took him a second to realize that the reason they were born without a voice was indeed to not cry out in despair, but not for the reason every thought, it was to stop them from being able to speak of what he had done to get what he wanted.

Truly the whole situation reminded him of Overhaul and how he had used Eri, using her as a catalyst to get rid of quirks, or as he called them, a disease, he had killed Eri over and over again, kept her locked up and away from everyone but his pawns who would unwilling to help her, and used a child for his own personal gain, and now like clockwork the damned same situation was happening again, it seemed like he should dust off the rust that had formed on him and his quirk's. It was time to kick into action and fully come out of retirement it seemed.

If it wasn't for the fact he was well aware that one misstep in his actions would result in him being both seen and treated as a child that stopped him from slamming his head into the wall. If there were a few things he liked in his retirement it was that he didn't have to deal with politics and 'red tape' that used to hinder him. But now that he had gotten entangled(shity pun) with the literal Queen of Deepnest, it was back to having to deal with political problems, like devising a plan on how to get back and possibly overthrow the Pale King, all while make sure their wasn't some giant societal unrest while not having to deal with sudden resistances and also devising a new way to get rid of the Radiance's infection.

But first? He had to take stock and start 'asking' the Queen his own questions, how? Simple, using silk woven 'paper' to draw his questions, good thing he had picked up drawing as a hobby after he retired, even then he had already been good at it. Of course this allowed him to get a few questions answered, and to the surprise of him and interest of Herra the 'white light' in the glass orb was actually something called 'soul energy'.

She described it as a special energy that allowed the user to use a wide variety of spells, and she remarked that it now made much more sense how he had been able to do all the things Henna had told her, such as his flying, teleporting, laser beam, and thread, and she had deduced that it was because his mental limits on what he could and couldt do with soul was limitless, and such mastery had only been shown in the long nearly extinct 'snail shamans' who had been the most prolific in both using soul and creating spells.

Of course as far as he was aware all the soul did was be used as a energy source for his quirk in place of his technically non-existent stamina, of course he wasn't going to start trying to explain that with what would amount to a 1000 page picture book explaining to her every little detail about his world, yea, no thanks, he was only coming out of retirement, not deciding he liked being a mute teacher on top of that.

Speaking of quirks, with a mental sigh he excused himself to the room she had given him in her home, he had some...delving to do.

A sad and old sigh escaped his lips, it was a nice perk that he still looked the same as he did before his reincarnation with his headspace, he was far taller than when he had first gotten the quirk, having grown to just about a hair shorter than his teacher, his once mossy green hair now having strands of grey and white sprouting randomly, the black of his hair having given way to a dark grey color, his hair was also joined by a grey stubble that spread from the bottom of his chin but never quite reaching his cheeks or lips.

His last wife had even once commented that even as a old man he still looked like he had been crafted from marble, his muscles having practically been etched into his very body even as it began giving up on him, he had a few wrinkles and crow's feet at his eyes, his eyes now a more dark mossy green color compared to his younger more emerald green eyes.

The eight chairs of his predecessors now had glowing orbs hovering over them, each one identified by their quirks, the only empty one being his teachers, to his right his new, far smaller form made of void stood next to him, the orb of his soul energy full and held carefully in its hands. Silently accepting that he not only had to check, but would need to use it, he turned to look over at his soul, the literal sun of power that made up his quirk shining brightly, but were anyone else to look at it, it would have blinded them, but to him it was comforting, and with a mental tug it began to descend its massive size towards him until the middle of it was facing him.

Taking one more deep breath he walked forward, his soul opening up to allow him access, widening to create a hallway made of pure green energy, the edges of the floor, walls, and ceiling outlined by rainbow coloring, it only took him a moment before he was standing in front of a door that looked like a vault, with a thought it slowly opened and allowed him access inside.

Inside, the constructions made of green were nowhere to be found, instead the floor seemed to be made of reflective marble, wooden chairs and seats sprinkled about, and the rest of the massive room was filled from top to bottom by shelfs full of what looked like books, but he knew better.

Maneuvering through the maze like library he eventually made his way to the center where the shelfs bent to give the center the image of being a complete circle, in the middle of the open space was what looked like a coffin wrapped in chains that appeared from the ground seamlessly.

Carefully approaching the coffin he settled old nerves as he manually removed the chains from the coffin, carefully and painstakingly slow he did this, his eyes glued to the coffin for even the slightest movement, finally the last chain came off, and the moment of truth was upon him, taking the lip of the coffin he lifted it with a burst of effort. What greeted him was a pure black suit that any normal business man would wear but where the head would was a completely black respirator mask with tubing coming off of it and completely covering where the head would be.

He nearly collapsed as the true meaning hit him, finally the impossible happened, in both physically, mentally, and now of shade, All For One was now dead in every possible way. It was like a great burden had been lifted, with a wave of his hand both the chains and coffin sunk into the ground and disappeared, leaving him truly alone in the mental library.

Having collected himself he slowly, almost numbly walked through the Library, many books passing before he found himself in front of one specific shelf, holding his hand out, from nearly the top shelf a single book drifted down and into his hand, to anyone else the Library looked fairly ordinary if fairly extravagant, books lining every possible wall and space, but the truth was revealed to those that looked with in the books, for instead of seeing a fiction/non-fiction book or maybe even his thoughts and memories. Instead they would be greeted with a name, section, and a manual of use, what were these manuals for? Simple, manuals for every single quirk All For One had stored within his quirk, All for one.

It was a painful memory, but centuries ago when he had fought Shigaraki one final time, he had successfully talked the fight out of him, years of one large cat and mouse game between them and finally they had come to a understanding, but All For One's shade had almost instantly took control of Shigiraki's body and began to fight him anew, and in a last ditch desperate hail mary, Shigiraki took back control just long enough to use All for one on him, but instead of trying to take One for all, he instead shoved All for one inside of him, trapping All For One within the best and only prison that could hold him.

Centuries later All for one's hold on every single one of his quirk's when he had been bound began to slip, and randomly every few decades a new quirk would slip from his control and fall into One for all's grasp, becoming part of his power. Though it disgusted him to no end that many of the quirks All For One had were mostly stolen or tricked off of them, he knew better, he had long gotten over the guilt of being unable to do anything about it, just because he had All for one didn't really make much of a difference when he couldn't use its ability to give people their quirks back, it certainly helped that he knew well that by the time he retired he had outlived anyone who's quirk might have been taken by All For One.

And even though back then a large portion he couldn't use or even gleam what specific quirks were, he had done the math, having mentally measured the whole Library, and calculated that All For One had stored around three million quirks, though he was fairly certain by the time it reached three million it was from All For One storing multiple copied quirks, and a interesting tidbit All For One had let loose in his first few centuries of boredom was that a good million of them were actually from animals who were incapable of even using the quirks in the first place, and no one of importance would even notice the percentile of quirked animals dipping drastically from time to time.

But moving past that, in his hand he held the answer to his problem, the mental quirk was born in the dawn of quirks and its name was oddly called Speech -100, apparently the user had been living a normal life when the quirk suddenly popped up and they suddenly became mute, a fairly advanced form of telepathy being his only method of communication as the man had been illiterate and the mental strain from the quirk had made it impossible for them to learn sign language or even learn to write.

It was the answer to his problem, but still, if it was possible, he wouldn't be surprised if All For One had learned how to set up traps on his quirks in case he had ever learned how to brute force through All For One's grip.

Sighing to himself he shook himself of his doubt, you only get a second chance at life once! Preparing himself he activated one the few quirks that had slipped from All For One, Record, the ability to consciously make anything he experiences to be remembered in perfect detail, activating it he quickly opened and flipped through the pages of how to use the quirk and anything else All For One had mentaly noted down about the quirk.

Every second that passed he could feel the power slowly flowing into him, and as he reached the end of the book in 15 seconds, next he closed his eyes and delved into records archive before watching every split second a page was exposed he could simply stop the recording and read the page before continuing it split second by split second, when he was done his eyes snapped open, not even a second having past by the time he had thoroughly learned how to use the quirk.

Suddenly a thought struck him, didn't Herrah say that the god with a grudge with PK say they were the god of dreams? Perhaps...while he didnt know every single quirk here, he slowly trailed through the aisles, letting his instincts dictate his path before finally finding just what he was looking for.

The books had the quirks names on them, Dream Walker, Dream Shape, Dream Consciousness, and finally, the weirdest, Sneak 100:Dream edition. People were either not that inventive with naming their quirks or the more older ones simply used meme's to name their quirks, but it was beneficial to him as he began to flip through the books, the reason he had choose these specific quirks was that Dream Walker allowed him to go into people's dreams, Dream Shape allowed him to manipulate what people saw in their dreams, Dream Consciousness allowed the person to basically wake up any person who was dreaming with a touch, but it also momentary made the person who was sleeping to become mentally awake while still dream, and Sneak 100:Dream edition allowed the user to sneak past people while remaining completely unheard as long as a person was asleep the user could be as loud as they want and it wouldn't wake the person.

But what interested him most was that a lot of these quirks were contact only quirks, but Dream walker combined with the others flawlessly, it would basically allow him to go into others peoples dreams from a distance while also being able to control dreams and even 'wake' the person dreaming, and the other one All For One had noted made him undetectable within dreams, even after making the person conscious in the dream.

He would have found it odd that All For One never used this to break him down mentally, but he knew that while All For One could store a near infinite number of quirks, but after a certain number of time passed it seemed like he lost connection to many of the quirks he had obtained during the dawn of quirks, but Izuku was fairly certain it was just a accidental mental block he had set up to make his battle's with the other users more 'fun'.

It seemed like things were looking up, but just as he walked out of the 'Quirk Library' and into his head space, a sickly-looking shining orange light beamed down on him, and he felt himself being pulled somewhere, else, and almost in reaction he felt all of his new Dream quirks kick in, it seemed like he would be meeting Radiance sooner than he expected.

HAHA. Random cliffhanger!

Holy shit this is fun! I Don't know why I've never used an older Izuku before! He's so fun to use. I'm able to add so much stuff to him that normally wouldn't make sense, and because of the setting of the world i'm able to mess with it as I please.

In all seriousness I wasn't intending for this to have a cliffhanger but I just kept writing and writing and I had to stop before this became way too long.

Now to discuss some things, one of the reasons Herrah seemed so confused over it all is that not only is the concept of the vessels super complicated with lies from PK and not having Izuku point of view, she also is only a common beast and as a consequence she doesn't see the process of the vessels creation like Izuku does, while something's may seem obvious to Izuku from her words alone even without him knowing what he does, Izuku is simply someone who can see the same way PK does, Herrah is more of a physical fighter. While she certainly isn't lacking in smarts, PK literally made Hallownest go through a literal industrial revolution just by being their. That and the probability of Izuku's existence possibly coming from a third party doesn't cross her mind as she only is aware of two vessels therefore she does not have a reason to suspect third party involvement for why Izuku is like he is.

Please, if you notice anything that doesn't make a lot of sense and needs clarification please don't hesitate to ask, also don't hesitate to point out any discrepancies or contradictions.

Review!...or something