[Critical hit!][You have Slayed the Demon Lord!][Quest Complete, Slay the Demon Lord!][Level Up!][Level Up!][Level Up!][Threshold of Hero from Another World reached! Advancing class to Hero of Worlds][Str: +50Dex: +50Vit: +50Res: +50Mag: +50Spd: +50][Your party has been disbanded.][Shoes unequiped.][Skill up!][Skill up!][Skill up!][Perk; Dragon Layer obtained.][Perk; Vanquisher of Evil obtained.][Dragon's Mark obtained][Level Up!][Level Up!][Skill up!][The Flows of Magic are no longer with you, MP regeneration -50%]

Apparently he had killed the demon lord.

The countless status notifications hinted as much, but perhaps even more telling was the large single moon hanging in the star-filled sky and the sound of the ocean. He kind of figured that he'd be able to return home after he completed his quest, but he also thought that maybe he'd be able to stick around in that world.

Just moments ago, he had jumped into the air with his Cia's great spear in both hands and Merlyn's potent thunder magic wrapped around it tightly, then drove it into the skull of the Demon Lord. The battle had gone on for what might have been days; the demon lord's massive draconic body that could put mountains to shame was simply to durable for it to be felled in one simple attack.

Or day.

He let out a sigh and glared up at the moon, his suddenly bare feet digging into the sand for a moment while he thought about the world he had left behind. He had friends there, mostly the party that he had joined to fight against the Demon Lord, but there was more to it than that. He had met so many people, helped so many people, it felt like he had traveled that entire world twice over, and there was still so much he wanted to explore.

Cia had wanted to take him to see her mother in the hidden city.

Merlyn wanted him to journey with her to find her brother.

It still felt like there was so much to do.

And now that he's back in Japan?

Izuku sat up and looked around the spotless beach where he had landed, several black scorch marks signaled his arrival back home. Besides the missing trash, it looked exactly how he remembered it looking. "That's new though."

A bench with a metal plaque sat against the sea wall, its concrete platform half-covered in sand. Because of one of his many skills, Izuku was able to easily read the text carved into the plaque even from this far away.

"In loving memory of Izuku Midoriya, Son, Friend, Student, Dreamer."

He had his own bench. That was pretty nice, all things considered. Was it his mom that pressed for it, or maybe it was All Might?

"I should probably go see my mom." That sounded like a great place to start. It would be nice to see her again. It had been what, four years or something like that? She might have a heart attack. Hell, he might have a heart attack.

Well at least now he could become a hero. Well, technically he already was a hero, just not on Earth. "Am I going to have to go back to middle school?"

Valid questions.

But for now, he should—

[Warning, MP at 50%]

Izuku blinked and stared at the notification. He had spent a fair bit of time selecting his self-buffs so that he'd always have a bit of MP regeneration even when they were always active, so he shouldn't be losing mana. Wait, didn't one of the notifications say that he was separated from the flows of magic?

"I guess it makes sense. But still, with my boots of—" He glanced at his bare feet and realized that his mana-enhancing footwear was nowhere to be seen. "Right. No shoes. Or socks."

[Inventory: Sorted Footwear:

-Empty]

Even the yeti fur slippers? The cloud fleece socks?

He felt like he might cry.

"At least I have everything else," he muttered, examining his unsorted inventory, the extradimensional space being perhaps the most useful skill he had obtained on his journey. The various sets of armor he had gathered were ready to be equipped at a moment's thought with his arsenal of weapons ready to be called upon whenever he so wished.

Wait, "Everything still works?"

Izuku swept through the various windows at his call. He still had all of his perks—probably, there were a lot of them, but the important ones were there—Skills—well at least he knew he had the important ones—magics, feats, and just about everything else. Perhaps most importantly, he still had his stats.

Really, the only thing that had changed were his complete lack of footwear and his mana regeneration being cut in half.

"Guess I should cancel… mana shield?" The spell offered great protection, but ate up mana like candy, and it was more effective against spell casters, which Earth probably had a grand total of like, ten? Mostly because quirks were weird and if someone showed up and said that their quirk made them a wizard who was he to judge? His quirk basically made him into a wizard.

"Alright." He gave a light stretch and smiled to himself. With all the stuff he had acquired from his quest, he'd easily be able to become a hero like he always wanted to. "Though, the lack of a demon lord might make things a bit easy."

That dragon had been terrifying, and if it had come to Earth, not even All Might would have stood a chance.

"First order of business is—"

To deal with this jerk.

His danger sense skill triggered, and Izuku drew his sword as a large man that looked like he was made of mostly exposed muscle landed in front of him, destroying his bench and sending an explosion of sand several meters up into the air. The guy looked unhinged, with short blond hair and a sneer on his face. Izuku didn't even need his detect evil skill to tell him that this guy was no hero.

Which meant he was a villain.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The villain asked, his single wild eye staring at Izuku in much the same way the Oni Chieftain once did. Only this guy was a whole lot smaller. But still roughly the size of a large car. "I thought that light show meant that there was another foreign hero showing up to ruin our fun, but instead I just got some cosplaying punk."

"Oh sorry about that, yeah, I just got here, you mind uhh, telling me what's happening?" Izuku smiled and looked at his armor for a moment. Did he really look like a cosplayer? Sure, he had on a mithral breastplate complete with enchanted bracers and matching gloves, and his greaves were made of ironbark, but really was it that bad? "Also, what's your shoe size?"

The villain gave a dark laugh and straightened his back, the exposed muscle fibers expanding and growing until the man doubled in height. "You really aren't around from here, are you?"

"I was away for a while." Izuku shrugged and flexed his fingers while debating on which weapon he wanted to use on this guy. There were context clues here and there he could pick up—ruining fun, the lack of heroes, foreign heroes—but it'd be nice to know what exactly he was dealing with. "Care to fill me in?"

"Nope!" The muscle-bound man shouted as he pulled back his arm. "I'd rather rip you apart!"

Clever!

It was a shame he punched right into Izuku's sword.

All the muscle on the man's arm was completely shredded along with his arm and a large part of his chest. He fell over, and Izuku realized he had made a bad judgement call.

In retrospect, using an end game sword on what might be considered an early to mid game boss was probably overkill.

Also, humans of this world apparently weren't as sturdy as he remembered.

[EXP + 100]

"That's it?" Izuku asked and looked at the now corpse. "I take it back, you're not even a midboss."

With a sigh, he moved over to the corpse and examined it. He was muscular, well built, and on the tall side; all that pretty much eliminated Izuku's chance of getting a pair of shoes that fit. "For the record, if I get in trouble for killing you, I'm going to be really crossed with you."

It wasn't the first time he had killed a person; technically Oni were people too, as were undead, some forms of slime, golems, and various other evil beings, and he was pretty sure the Demon Lord he killed a few short minutes ago was smart enough to be called a person, but this guy was the first human Izuku had killed.

In this world.

"I wonder…" He scrolled through his spell list until he got to the necromancy section. He only knew a few spells from that school, mostly to help with quests. There was hide from undead, disrupt undead, and the most useful, speak with dead. "Would this spell even work in this world?"

He didn't see why it wouldn't, but he didn't know if this world technically had souls for him to speak to.

After casting the spell, Izuku watched as a blue glow floated around the villain's body before a spectral image of the man floated a few inches off the ground, a dazed look on his face.

Sweet, magic confirmed to work.

"Alright then, tell me everything."

Turns out there was another Demon Lord! This one was called All for One.

And he wasn't a giant fuck-off dragon that could destroy continents, he was just some asshole that could steal quirks.

Also, apparently it had only been about two and a half years.

XXXX

"Sir!" That largely useless lizard Spinner came running into their room, a panicked look on his reptilian face. "We're under attack!"

"Ohh?" All for One muttered as he looked at Shigaraki. His next vessel was nearly complete, did that doctor let it slip? Or did the heroes just haphazardly stumble upon their newest base? After so many years of hiding in the shadows, he thought he had developed a skill for it. "Who is it?"

"We don't know; apparently—"

A blinding light erupted from the doorway. The light blinded his senses despite his lack of eyes, then it stung his entire body. Then there was the burning. A burning that reached so deep it shredded away each and every thought that he could have had to counteract these developments.

He saw the source of the light for just a moment, a green-haired man wielding a sword of light, his hand held high as a pure light resonated from him. A set of nearly angelic wings sprung from his back.

An angel had descended to do battle with a demon lord, and he was found wanting.

The souls of those whose quirks he had stolen tore at him, empowered by the blinding light, and in a brief moment of clarity, he felt something he hadn't felt in centuries.

Fear.

A beautiful glimpse of fear that lasted for but a moment before he simply stopped.

XXXX

Izuku stared at his hand as he stood in the base he had flown to using a variety of spells and the information that Muscular guy had given him. Again, he completely over estimated how resilient people in this world were. Especially the bad guys. Sure, Greater Mass Smite Evil was the most powerful version of the spell, and it took up more than half of his mana pool to actually use, but still he would have expected someone to still be standing.

He really needed to stop using end game stuff here.

Even the ground felt different, like he had somehow purified the very earth of evil.

[You have Vanquished a Great Evil.]

[Perk: Soleful Warrior obtained for vanquishing a (great) Evil without any shoes.]

"Well that was anticlimactic."

AN: Sorry if I somehow misled you with the first chapter, but this is a rom-com and the waifus show up next chapter. These first two have been the set up.