A/N: Ok, this story is going to be an interesting one, atleast for me to write. It is 3:46 a.m. right now so sorry if my writing is sloppy.
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Chapter 1
The Boy from a Ruined World
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Musutafu, Japan was once a peaceful city, a place Families lived carefree, friends laughed without a care and business owners/workers worked in a stable and reliable environment.
That was until 'The Fall'. That was what many called it at least. The once peaceful world that was run by heroes and villains became a wasteland in no time. The sky split open and monsters poured from the high heavens, grotesque, horrifying and powerful. Humanity quickly fell to the monsters that became stronger and stronger with each new creature that was discovered, heroes died trying to save people, villains went out in blazes of glory to etch their names in history, cities were destroyed and families, killed.
Ofcourse, this had the expected reaction that one might think survivors of an apocalypse would become. Everyday Nobodies became Kings and dictators, Office workers became mindless psychopaths and murderers, religions and beliefs suddenly became common knowledge that people either worshiped or despised.
And all the while he had been just 6 years old, his mother had been killed before him and he had been rescued from the monsters by a passing hero that had yet to be killed. He had been abandoned shortly after due to the hero's death and grew up on his own in the world. He killed, survived, pillaged, saved, betrayed, cried, laughed, trained and been in life or death situations more times than he could count.
Right now he walked through the street with a disinterested look on his face, behind him was a large, lizard like creature that had three beady red eyes and a large mouth that opened four ways with scales that were a deep blue.
The boy himself looked to be in his teens, possibly 15 years old, His hair was a deep, messy green that he had tied into a messy bun, emerald green eyes and even freckles on his cheeks. Running along his neck was a jagged scar that ran beneath his outfit. He wore a black sleeveless body suit that showed off his scars, dark red cargo pants, a dark green utility belt, black combat boots, black fingerless gloves, a black and red respirator to filter any toxins and a black backpack. Attached to his side was a pistol while he held two curved, void black daggers in his hands that were covered in yellow blood from the monster.
"Nine years." the boy sighed to himself, "I've been in this hell for nine years."
He flicked the blood off his daggers and attached them to his sides. "Who would have thought? Some random quirkless kid manged to outlived entire heroes and villains with powerful quirks." He mumbled to himself.
His eyes traveled back to his weapons of choice and he had an idea as to how he possibly done that, his blades, they were created personally by him after he used the fangs of an 'sukaimonsuta', a powerful flying monster that closely resembled a mix between a gargoyle and a snake.
He had forged them halfheartedly when he was 10 as a way to get a weapon to protect himself at the time and, as expected, they were terrible. However he had since continued to work on making the blades more powerful utilizing the materials he was able to scavenge from monster corpses.
If there was one thing that kept the human race from going extinct was the nugget of information that was discovered by a Russian hero who fought to try and suppress the monsters.
They were weak to themselves, anything that could be used to turn into a weapon would become at least ten times more effective in monster killing than any modern day weapon available. Why was this? no one really knew but neither did they question it and information spread all across the world.
Walking through the abandoned city, Izuku let his eyes roam. He saw monsters, fallen and destroyed buildings, abandoned cars, dried blood and scattered bones. The sky was a dark grey and the cloud blocked out the sky. It was as beautiful as it was horrific, like something you would see in a high budget video game/movie.
"It's odd to think, maybe one of those might be him." He continued his own personal dialogue. "Even then, I don't even know if you would care about me, where are you? are you dead? alive? who knows..." His voice trailed off at the end before he shook his head.
Wherever he was, it didn't matter, he wasn't on his lists of priorities.
He slipped into a house that was somewhat intact, the house still had lights on and looked to still have electricity that was thanks to a generator he stole. He walked into the living room and set his bag down on the coffee table. He sighed and began to unload the items in his bag he was able to collect. Gas, medicine, food, water, clothes...
Izuku continued to rummage through his bag as he took out some monster pieces he collected to further strengthen his weapons until he saw something at the bottom that gave him pause.
"what is this..." Izuku looked at the item he pulled out. It looked like a tome of some-kind and was a sinister red, it's cover was rough, bumpy and looked like it was pulsing with veins while a slitted red eyeball sat in the center.
He continued to look over the item before he walked over towards a desk and resting the item down as he continued to examine it.
His knowledge of what could be scavenged from the monsters raced through his mind. If there was one thing Izuku would proudly admit was his analytical and memorization skills, especially since it was probably his only natural talents he knew of having.
But the longer he delved into his thoughts, the more issues any ideas of what this book could be was found and he eventually drew up blank.
He stared into the eye of the book and felt like it was staring into his soul. It would be a few minutes of staring before something occurred.
The eye suddenly began to shine a brilliant red and words that couldn't be understood seemingly emanated from the book.
Jumping backwards Izuku pulled out his daggers and held them in a defensive position.
"what the hell is that book..." Izuku silently questioned himself but was unable to gain any answers. his body tensed for battle while he continued to stare forward with a serious expression.
Vibrant red tendrils shot out of the book and flew towards him. Reacting immediately Izuku jumped away from the first tendril before attacking the second, he had trained for years so his strength, speed and agility atleast was far above human standards especially since he had been fighting hellish monsters, however, just as he tried to slash at them it was just deflected.
Seeing their attacks blocked so easily Izuku narrowed his eyes, his daggers were sharp, much sharper than anything normal human resources could create and had proven to be able to cut through steel with ease, so seeing it just deflected so easily meant that whatever these tendrils were are stronger than steel.
He kept dodging and attacking the tendrils but it wasn't long before he made a slip up and a red tendril was able to wrap around his torso and before he could react a bright red light filled his vision.
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It would be a few hours before Izuku regained his sight but what he was met with caused him to almost have a panic attack.
"T-This place," Izuku stammered out to himself while his eyes moistened.
He currently stood atop a roof, his clothes and weapons still in his possessions and his scars still littered his body but that was where everything he had become accustomed to ended.
Izuku stared at a sight he thought would never return. A bright blue sky with white clouds drifting lazily, buildings and skyscrapers stood tall, cars drove about on the streets bellow him and monsters weren't seen anywhere within sight.
And most importantly people walked through the city peacefully, friends laughing, families smiling and heroes roaming. This sight was something he had seen so many times back in his childhood.
Musutafu, a city that was destroyed now stood tall.
Seeing Musutafu standing tall Izuku's eyes drifted towards a certain apartment building and his eyes locked on to his home.
Before he even knew it Izuku was blurring towards his apartment, jumping and vaulting across rooftops and the closer he got to the apartment complex the faster his breaths quicken while tears rolled down his face.
When he arrived at the door of his apartment both his and his mother shared he raised his hand up and knocked on the door, his face blank and unresponsive as if he refused to believe any of what was happening was real.
The sound of shuffling came from the inside the apartment and when the door opened his heart stopped.
A woman with deep, flowing green hair tied into a ponytail and emerald eyes stood before him, her face one of curiosity while she stared at him. She wore a plain pink shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and a white apron with a short blue skirt.
Izuku stared at the woman and knew who she was. It was his mother, Inko Midoriya.
"Umm... can I help you." Inko asked him but Izuku didn't answer instead he pulled her into a tight hug that startled the poor woman.
"Mom you're, you're..." Izuku's throat closed up and he began sobbing into his mother's shoulder.
"IZUKU!?" Inko finally noticed her son, "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!? WHAT-"
"I'll explain later.. mom," Izuku cut her off.
Inko and Izuku stood in the hallway for ten minutes one of them crying and the other confusingly comforting the other.
Finally, after nine years Izuku was able to hug his mother, even if it was just a dream, even if this was because of that strange book, he didn't care, he was finally happy after so long so he hugged his mother for all she was worth.
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A/N: Sorry if the beginning was bad but this was the best I could come up with. This is kind of like a reverse isekai story of apocalypse Izuku living in a non apocalyptic world as a hero.
Like I said this story won't be as serious as 'To Protect' But I will try to put as much effort into it as possible.
Criticism is welcomed and hope you enjoyed.