AN: For me at least, the reception of the first chapter seemed incredible, like, 14 favorites and 20 follows took weeks on my Hollow Knight fic, so I hope you'll like this chapter as well.

Chapter 2:

One thing that was rather hard for me to accept, was my new name, the reason being directly tied to why it was easy to me to adjust to this new dimension.

The thing I valued the most, was myself, my identity, who I was as a person, and my name signified that. When I arrived here, I haven't lost myself, but over the years I changed here, evolved into somebody new, somebody similar to who I was before yet different. I knew, that in order to be able to live here and now, I would have to leave the past behind, and embrace the present. This was the reason it was hard for me to accept the name I was given here, since before my name signified the most important thing to me. However, over time, I managed to separate my old name from my current self, since in the present, I was called by a new one, Doppo Kamiyama.

At first, these words meant nothing, but after learning a bit of japanese, their meaning became clear: Doppo means "alone" and Kamiyama basically means "god", so I guess my name means lonely god. I mean, I knew my quirk was good, but I definitely wouldn't call it godlike, like, I could imagine a couple much stronger ones. Can't argue with the alone part though.

And now it was with this new name that I was about to go to UA entrance exam. It was hard to get people to accept this, but my parents supported it, after a little demonstration, and people didn't argue with them. I'm pretty sure all of them thought that this is just a phase, that it'll pass, and I'll be back to not ever using my quirk, which they believed I was doing. Oh how wrong they were.

After unlocking it, I started training in secret. The first roadblock came immediately: How to use it without losing control? I had to be extremely cautious, because if I attempted to use my quirk, and I did a full transformation then people could die, which would just spell disaster for me, like after a corpse I would be a lot more monitored, and I can't have that, so I tried slow. It took months just to be able to properly crack my skin voluntarily, and not advance to the next step.

After that, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't utilize the black stuff that my "monster" body was made of without a full transformation, and that was not an option. I had an idea however: when my skin starts to crack, I can see it flowing through the cracks, so maybe if I break my arm before other parts of my body, then the goo will come out there, and I will still have my face, which is synonymous with staying in control.

It took me weeks of boredom and frustration in order to give in, and after that I used a hammer to break my arm.

It was a weird experience, I won't lie, where my arm broke off the black goo just stopped, didn't flow out. It took me a long time to be able to move it and mold it. It's properties were actually very unique, it was solid and liquid at once.

At this point, I can voluntarily break my arms, and use black liquid in the place of them.

School was similar to last time. I was the top student, except this time I didn't have friends at all instead of the usual 1 or 2. I spent my free time alone, developing my quirk, and with my fateful companions video games.

I also discovered that my quirk was just the best for intimidation. Like, once my skin started cracking, people would hurry to get away. I was careful however, and never actually had an incident where I got out of control, and so most of the time these small things were overlooked.

This is what I thought about on my way to UA.

The area was just filled with people. I don't like places with a lot of people. They're loud, and they usually don't leave you alone. I'm sure they just think that their quirks are the best or something, and trying to show it to others. I mean, wasn't there some kind of famous quote, "All warfare is based on deception." or something? You shouldn't show people who you compete with what you're good at. It's counterproductive.

I didn't see the protagonist anywhere. That wasn't good, I needed to at least have a positive relationship with them, to get that sweet-sweet plot armor. No matter, I was sure that if I'll perform well enough (and I will) then I'll be put in class 1-A.

Present Mic's speech was pretty boring, I didn't even pay attention until the end, when the piece about there being no countdown caught me off-guard. It didn't stop me for long, as I began to run in a random direction.

I cracked my arms, then broke them off, not even feeling the pain after the hundreds of times I've done it. In the place of my arms there were now two very long and very sharp javelins, which I used to cut through robots. The other examinees were in a different part of the city, so I had them all for myself. It was a bit tiring, true, but as long as there were only these small robots there should be no problems.

And I just needed to open my big mouth, metaphorically, at least. A giant robot emerged, and once again I cursed myself for my overconfidence. Of course they would put a big frickin' kaiju in the examination, this was the top school after all. I couldn't kill that one with just my arms.

While I was distracted, the robots converged upon me, and it began harder to hold my ground, not to mention run away.

Until that, I was calm, just slashing through robots, but as I began to get more tired, my frustration grew. And as my frustration grew, my body began to crack. I could feel it on my legs, on my torso, and even on my face. I knew that I needed to calm down, if I lost control the consequences wouldn't be pretty.

When I screamed in frustration, something more than sound came out of my mouth, something beyond anything I heard before, something that scared my very soul. From my scream, even the robots were shaken, failing, and falling down, the void in my arms became longer, being able to pierce through dozens of enemies with ease.

But the sound of the screech didn't last long, and when it's effects went away, exhaustion hit me, the black of my arms fell down, and my skin reformed in their place.

I began walking out, seeing other hopeful students come out of buildings, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew what was shapeshifting, I made thorough research, and that certainly wasn't it. It was positive, but I didn't know about it, and that is unacceptable.

I quickly went away, before others could approach me. I managed to get home, and there I quickly fell asleep.

It seemed like I was in some sort of black void. It looked like it was made out of the black liquid that is created by my quirk. I was in some sort of giant arena, the ground looked like some sort of giant shield made out of steel, and there was light even though there was no place for it to come from.

I don't know how much time has passed, but in the four directions from the arena, masks began to materialize. They looked similar to the one my full transformation had, and I immediately gave up any sort of combat chance against them. If their of their body/mask ratio was like mine, then their bodies were even bigger than that robot I defeated earlier today.

"Mortal." The voice gave me the same feeling that the scream earlier. It wasn't human, it wasn't a quirk, it was something beyond all of these.

"You have awakened us, human made out of void." I grew more confused with every second.

"Today you have tapped into our true power."

"Everything has a price mortal."

"We await your next step into the darkness."

AN: Okay, so I wanted the protagonist's quirk not to be simply "I'm angry I smash.", but something more nuanced, and so I'm going the eldritch route, I hope to make it a plot point in the future.

Before others point it out, Hollow Knight was a big inspiration for the quirk.

I also checked out My Hero Academia a lot more, the first couple arcs, just to know what will be the general plotline.

Next chapter comes class A-1 introduction, and start of Quirk Apprehension Test Arc.

Also, I'm pretty sure this is self-explanatory, but the title isn't meant to be taken literary, it's meant to symbolyse that the protagonist isn't the ususal hero, he isn't heroic for one, and he isn't against doing very un-heroic things himself.