A/N: You might have gotten a notification for a previous Void Primordial chapter, which I'll explain right now.

I changed the math for HP and Mana calculations when Izuku Level-Ups. I'm now adding 1% for Mana and 0.1% for HP. It may seem like too little, but in the grand scheme of things, 2% of 1 million is 10,000. Add that to one million and you get 1,010,000. Level-Up once and multiply the previous number by 1% to get 1,020,100, and so on and so forth.

Same thing with the HP thing. 0.1% of 200,000 is 200. Add that to 200,000 and you get 200,200. He Level-Ups once and I add 200.2 to 200,200 and so on.

I have the level up thing at 2 from now on. This is for levels 1-9. At 10-19, it adds four to every single stat. At 20-29 will be 6, and so on and so forth.

Example: Level-Ups once at level 3

Level: 3 - 4

Strength: 6 - 8 (+2)

Vitality: 6 - 8 (+2)

Agility: 6 - 8 (+2)

Intelligence: 6 - 8 (+2)

Sense: 6 - 8 (+2)

Now, say Izuku is at level 9 and Level-Ups once.

Level: 9 - 10

Strength: 18 - 22 (+4)

Vitality: 18 - 22 (+4)

Agility: 18 - 22 (+4)

Intelligence: 18 - 22 (+4)

Sense: 18 - 22 (+4)

Also, for the spendable skill points, or SSP as I like to call them, I made it so that, for every level gained, Izuku obtains 5 points.

Why am I doing math in this book, no clue. But eh, I need the practice, so why not, am I right?

TL;DR: I made it hard on myself by combining writing and math. In my friends words, "Ooga booga, caveman brain, I am big dumb, so I make easy thing hard. Why? ...Fudge my sanity, that's why."

Also, as of today, I am probably going to be rewriting the previous chapters, as I feel like their pacing is off. Don't worry, the plot and all are going to stay the same, it's only just a rewrite to fix pacing, fix details, and stuff like that. I'm not gonna be redoing the whole book. With that said, I might take a few months to edit the chapters, as I need to rewrite four or five of them. I'll still be posting chapters, hopefully every month or so. When this is all said and done, I hope to continue to have your support in this, as well as any suggestions when you think I should do a one-shot, or a plot idea.

I put "probably" because I am still not sure if I am going to fully implement it just yet. I still have to reread it and see if the rewrite would change the plot in any way. If it does, then I might not.

TL;DR: The notification would be for the previous chapters because of updates. Shjt is happening behind the scenes, so it's been taking a bit.

Anyway, let's ignore me, and get on with this chapter shall we?

Also, it's been… half(?) a year since I updated this story, but I'm here now.

Aredheil was… astonished, to say the least.

The beautiful onyx-black haired woman, named Momo Yaoyorozu, had more than twice the amount of Mana the Great Sage had when he was in his prime. The thought-to-be Demi-Human, who she knew as the Rabbit Hero Miruko, was low in Mana, but her sense for it was astonishing. Even with the creation of only a small droplet of water, her nose picked up on the Mana, scrunching in disgust and discomfort. But her amount of strength more than made up for it. Not to mention their magic and skill levels, which were jaw-dropping.

Momo had a spell called Creation, which allows her to create anything, as long as she knows the molecular composition of said thing. In theory, she could create endless amounts of the rarest metals in the world, or use it to create a capital. However, as she said herself, she does not want to do that, as it feels unrespectable and dishonest. In a sense, it made sense to the elf. People have a sense of happiness when their long amounts of labor pay off. It was the same with Momo. She wanted to succeed without the help of her Creation magic, and she did. According to multiple people, she helped save billions of lives twice, both of which were threats from malevolent and evil gods.

Rumi Usagiyama, or the Rabbit Hero Miruko, was in the same tier of absolute unfathomable power as Momo. She appeared to be a rabbit-kin Demi-Human, but it was not the case. In her own words, she was born with a personal power that caused her to have rabbit-like features, as well as higher-than-average strength in her legs. Using that strength, she was able to travel around places at the speed of sound. Pair that with the enhanced stamina from training for years, you have someone who can get from place to place within seconds. It was now clear to Aredheil that, even after a few years of retirement, she was easily able to take the Elder Dragon down. The reasoning had just appeared in front of her face after peeking at her abilities.

Until, spontaneously, the stories of someone infinitely stronger than them were spread throughout the town, reaching the elf's ears after days of circulation.

The story of how a man named Izuku, who started off as the weakest and frailest boy, slowly accumulated strength, reaching his highest point six years ago, where he defeated a being that had the power of twelve gods within him. Where he defeated billions of invaders with only a million Shadows, along with god-like beings called Primordials. He even called on the True Death God herself to revive his loved ones, at the cost of his own life. That is, until a mysterious… thing called "The System," issued a quest that confirmed the survival of the World's Strongest Hero.

She was told the story by Momo herself, after asking her if it was true, and she sat there, body limp. Her eyes were just staring out into some intangible faraway land, glossed over and unfocused. She sat there for a few minutes before snapping back to reality. Momo only laughed at the situation.

"In all honesty, even though I was there and a part of it, I don't believe it."

Fixing her robe, Aredheil looked back at Momo. "Which part?"

"All of it," Momo responded, shrugging her shoulders. The elf watched, transfixed, as the onyx hair cascaded down the woman's shoulders. She couldn't help but think that Rumi and Izuku were lucky to have someone like this. "I think the hardest part of it all was watching Izuku fade as his entire Being was used to revive us."

"I was meaning to ask you about that. What happened after you… you know..." The elf led on, not knowing if the wording was going to trigger a bad reaction.

"You mean the afterlife? It's just pitch-black darkness. No heat or cold, and no physical thing to touch. You can't even touch yourself. Your hand just phases through your body."

Aredheil, being the curious elf she is, had taken notes, scrawls of random thoughts everywhere on the page. To Momo, it looked like Izuku's Hero Notebooks.

"The last thing I remember is a woman. It looked like she was talking to me, but I don't remember anything about that. Once I woke up, I saw Izuku fading, and, well…" Momo meekly scratched her cheek, eyes having a slight melancholic feel to them, opposing the slight smile on her face. "I fell into… kind of a loop. It was just wake up, eat, go to work, go back home, eat, work some more, sleep, and repeat. At least working and my daughter distracted me from my… rather dark times."

Aredheil saw small specks of tears form at the edges of Momo's eyes as she continued speaking.

"I just… I couldn't come to terms with it, you know? He couldn't have died, right? He became a Shadow… so he must be alive somewhere, somehow, right?" Momo chuckled in sadness. "I finally accepted it after my one and only daughter went back to school. I sort of… accepted the fact that Izuku gave his life so that I could live mine. So that the ones who survived that… hell lived on in relative peace."

Aredheil saw a lone tear streak down the woman's cheek. It was heart wrenching for the elf to see someone in pain.

Elves, in this world, were born with a sense of responsibility to care for the shorter-lived races, as they could live for millenia, if they lived a proper life. They were told that a Higher Being had created them with the sole purpose of helping naturally occuring races prosper and survive on a harsh planet like theirs. Of course, there were some elves who didn't believe that, and instead chose to leave the elven city, leading a life full of adventure, deciding to never return. There are also those who believed that they were a superior race because of the feeling. They are, in human terms, and she quotes, "Complete assholes with no sense of true helpfulness and slimy bastards with a high-tier superiority complex."

"From time to time, it still stings, and lingers constantly in the back of my head. I would always ask myself, "What could I have done so that he didn't have to give his life? What should I have done differently?"" Momo sighed sadly, wiping the tear trail with a slightly shaking finger. "But, speculation doesn't bring Izuku back. And it does not change the past, no matter how much I want it to."

Aredheil hums softly, recalling a memory her spell-casting teacher had once told her, reciting it for Momo. "The death of a loved one is harsh on sentient and emotional beings, no matter the species. And the pain that comes from it is irreversible, no matter what. It will always be there, in the back of your mind, influencing your thoughts and actions." The elf looked Momo directly in the eyes. "You can't get rid of it, only endure it. Until you make peace with the pain, it will be a looming darkness, haunting you, pushing you to do things you might not have done before."

Momo averted her eyes from the intense gaze she was absorbing. "I-I already accepted that though-"

Aredheil placed a slender finger on Momo's mouth, effectively, but silently, denying her claim. "You may think that, but we can never know for sure. And the moment we do… sometimes it isn't sunshine and rainbows.

"Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be that way."

The elf did not want any misfortune to befall any friendly acquaintance, but she had a feeling that it still could, and would, happen. It was that gut instinct that told her to watch everything, and look out for those signs. She did not know why, or how, but the feelings of doubt and unconscious alertness were there.

Wanting to change the somber and darker tone to a lighter one, Aredheil Quickly spoke up, piercing the surrounding silence. "...In any case, let's focus on something that I would like to know."

"And what would that be?" Momo crossed her legs, assuming an amused, yet intrigued look on her face. "I do hope it's nothing too… private."

Aredheil immediately blushed, thinking of things that, in her parents words, "was too unladylike." "N-no, it's abou-" Her voice hitched, showing her embarrassment. "It's about the Shadows… where do they come from?"

"I- I've never thought about it. I don't think anyone would know, except the Shadow Monarch himself, yet he's passed on, too. Maybe the Absolute Being, but, again, he's gone."

A humanoid shape rose out of Momo's shadow, bowing their head. As the light of the tent shined upon them, draconian horns became visible, along with the deep red skin. The masculine shape of their face became obvious, giving way to the assumed gender of the person.

On his body was a robe worthy of a king, constantly shifting from a maroon red to a pale, sky blue. Around his throat was a necklace made of fire, with a fire medallion dangling from it.

A deep voice, vibrating throughout Aredheil's body rang out, "My Lady," showing respect to Momo.

"Ah, Firnen. Did you need something?"

"I'm sorry, but I overheard our host asking about our Shadow bodies' origins. This… may be just a stretch, but I'm guessing that it came from our souls."

Without wasting any time, the elf hurriedly pulled out her papyrus notepad, a bottle of ink, and a wooden quill. Scratching of paper and feather-tip could be heard in the silence ensuing Firnen's appearance.

Suddenly, it stopped, and an excited voice spoke out, "What do you mean by that? You think your shadow body came from your soul?"

"Yes, to a point. It would explain our consciousness and control of our bodies, but again, it's only a stretch, rather, a premature hypothesis. It could be Mana that's making up our bodies, as our late Leige could heal us with his own."

Scratching once again reached the eardrums of Momo and Firnen, the former quietly sipping the tea she had made.

"Maybe, if your Mana theory is true, we could heal you with Mana from our bodies? Not the kind that we use to perform spells, but the Mana before it becomes tangible, if that makes sense?"

"We can try, however, we may need to do it with a Shadow that is willing to risk their life. If our Leige were here, we could try without fear, but not anymore."

Firnen sounded somber, and sad. His eyes were a little bit dull, like light wasn't able to escape the void that was his pupil.

His tone wasn't ignored by the sympathetic elf. "Well, let's see how far we can go without hurting anyone, shall we?"

Somewhere in the Other World:

Being a King wasn't easy. Of course, no one would think it would be, what with the amount of subjects they had to keep in line, the amount of meetings for world peace between the rulers of each nation, and the problems that come with maintaining enough food for the populace.

The thing that suddenly made it harder to believe was the fact that a demon army attacked a major trading city of his. Hundreds of his innocent citizens had joined his predecessors in the afterlife, along with a few major merchants that kept his economy alive and thriving.

He was filled with anger. Anger that stemmed from the inability to protect those who lived in his kingdom. Anger that he needed to call upon the adventurers when he promised to his people he could protect them. His heart also held grief. Grief for those who died during the attack.

But there was a tinge of confusion. One that, by reports from eyewitnesses, came from the mystery of where all the ink-black tendrils of darkness came from. Fortunately for him, they only went after the demon attackers, which showed the king that, either they were a human from his kingdom, or some unknown entity came to help.

As more and more people were talked to, and much more information came through, he had a vague picture, in his mind, where the tendrils originated: the entrance street.

On the street were telltale signs of a battle between magic-users, as the slight trace of Mana rose out from the middle of scorched earth. Explosion craters, and broken boulders dotted the area, and the stone bricks for the roadway were all shattered, leaving the bare dirt visible. Farther away, a blackish-blue substance lay, the telltale smell of sulfur permeating the air, leaving one thought on the king's mind. "Demon blood."

To be quite truthful, some of the royal alchemists were tempted to take small amounts of the demon blood to run experiments, seeing if they could make something that was useful in the citizen's everyday lives, but the king denied it, saying it was too corrosive to even try. Any containment method they could use would be melted in seconds. The smell of something burning around the blood further enforced his claim, forcing them to leave thoughts of it behind.

"Just who fought in this battle? Was one of them responsible for those tendrils?"

The clanking of armour brought the King out of his daze, slowly turning his head to the new arrival.

A knight in shining iron armour kneeled, chestplate proudly displaying the crest of his country. On his shoulder was a bronze shoulder pad, the word "boodskapper" emblazoned on it. "Great King Isaac! I have a new report. You may find it interesting."

"Oh?" Issac raised an eyebrow, finding that the messenger's choice of words piquing his interest. "Go on."

The knight stood up and pulled out a scroll of papyrus, reading the writing. "During an interrogation with an adventurer, known as A-Class Zephir, we found out that he had seen the entity that controlled those tendrils of darkness. We have a rough sketch of the person, who seems to be a man no older than 30. He also reported that a high-class demon, named Dathen, was slain by the man. He dragged the body somewhere, along with the thousands of others, but he doesn't know where. Later, a woman appeared out of thin air next to the man. He doesn't know what happened later as he had fled, fearing that they would notice and do something to him."

Isaac's face morphed into one of concern, thinking about the possibilities.

"You said the woman appeared? She did not walk to him?"

Shaking his head, the knight responded. "No sir. He said that she appeared."

Raising his head higher, he turned his head to look at his advisor. "We need to look for that man. Send search parties out. Offer rewards to anyone who finds him. I want him to join us."

The advisor smiled and bowed his head, raising a fist to his chest. "I shall see it through, my Lord."

"Killed a high-ranked demon by himself… He's powerful. He would be a good ally. Or the worst foe."

To kill a high-ranked demon, one must be S-Class, or the higher, secret O-Class. Before, a high-ranked demon had appeared, and only when twenty S-Ranks had teamed together, they won at a high price. That day, they lost two entire cities, hundreds of thousands of citizens, and twelve S-Ranks, three of which had families. That tragedy was named, "Judgment Day."

To be able to slay a demon that powerful is a feat in itself.

"Let us pray that he is the former. We cannot afford to anger a being that powerful."