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 self evident.

My identity was the only thing I had left. Everything else from my original life may as well have never existed.

I knew, that swallowing in melancholy wasn't going to help, would just make it harder in the long run, but it was hard to leave my old self behind, embrace the present, become this new person.

It was a gradual process, using my new name in my thoughts instead of the old one, at first nothing it's alien feel but becoming more comfortable with it over time.

Nowadays, I barely remember who I was before this. It's not that I can't, but I don't like to dwell on it.

So, here is who I am: Kamiyama Doppo.

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.

One of the themes that often came up in my internal discussions was my reason for actually going to UA. At first, I sticked to the declaration made in haste by a baby brain, but as time went on, most of the time the only reason I followed it was because it gave me something clear and concise to reach towards.

I constructed another reason too, which was getting a hero license to be able to use my quirk in public. Which, wasn't a really good one, since, I could go to any other hero schools for that, less demanding ones, but I sticked to UA because a part of me still wanted to be an anime protagonist, I guess.

Going through these thoughts once again as I went towards the school, today was the day of the entrance exam. At first, people were surprised, then negative about it, but the people who could actually influence me the most, the parents, didn't oppose me too much, after a little demonstration. They said that all teenagers go through a phase of rebellion, and deciding to become a hero was a lot better than getting into drugs or alcohol.

I made sure I was good enough with my quirk to get through the entrance exam without any major problems. I researched it, talking to people who failed it, looking at leaked recordings online, all that stuff.

I was pretty optimistic in my changes against the normal robots, and the Zero pointer was almost always directed towards a large concentration of students, and because my plan involved just going off on my own and slaughtering the robots Doomguy style, I didn't really have to worry about it.

How did I train my quirk, you may ask, and I like talking about myself so I'll explain it: I knew that a full transformation was off the table. It would just get too much attention, people would be suspicious, and while I could fabricate I lie it would likely lead to more supervision, and in drastic cases perhaps even getting a prescription to mellow me out. So really not a viable option.

Instead, I thought about how my quirk actually functioned. Extremely fascinating when you think about it: It basically imitated a human body on the outside, but on the inside, it was just filled with black goop, acting out the part of a human system. I had no brain, heart, lungs, blood or anything else like that, yet most of the time I lived my life like a normal human.

But, an idea from came this thought: If all my body was made from it, if I could just open a way for it to get out, perhaps I could begin to manipulate it more directly. Which wasn't really an option I wanted to consider, since it involved hurting myself, but after a couple weeks of desperation and thinking about something, I decided that if I couldn't use my quirk at all other than being a berserker, it's better to know early.

The first step was making my skin crack. This happened pretty much whenever I got frustrated, annoyed or just plain angry. It made it more rock-like, the feelings on it dulled, so I decided it was better to try it in this state.

The first experiment went like that: I concentrated on the anger of not getting results, my skin started cracking, and I made a small cut on my thumb. Well, I tried making a small cut. Instead, it started a chain reaction of my skin just falling off, right up until my elbow where I hastily held it together with my other hand.

It was a weird sight. My arm looked like a stump, but instead of skin or intestines, it was an opaque black surface that you saw when you looked at it. I tried making it grow, and it worked, extending in the shape of a hand, but instead of staying like that, the skin around it immediately rebuilt itself.

After that, I just began doing it more and more. After a while, I could voluntarily crack myself, and simply discarded the knife too, seeing that with a bit of force I could just break off my arm.

Shaping the liquid was even harder and more time consuming. At first, I worked on building a functioning replica of my arm, then began changing it. Simple things at first, but I had a lot of ideas. Like creating keys for locks, and perhaps even flying.

School was a drag.

I didn't have any friends, though it is mostly my own fault, since I never actually tried making friends. To be fair, would you want to be friends with a six year old? I thought not.

Then, by the time we were in higher grades, my isolationist nature already cemented itself, though I began joining discussions more frequently.

It was in school that some of the other properties of my quirk manifested. It seemed that when my skin started cracking, people began feeling terror. Not strong, but just an itch in the back of their head, or at least that's what I heard it described as.

Like a list on repeat, my mind went through all of these things, as I entered the room for the written exam.

After we were done with that, we moved into an auditorium, where Present Mic made a short presentation about the second task. It was exactly what I thought it'd be.

The waiting area of the physical area was just filled with people. I remembered that I read somewhere that UA simulated the dangers of collateral damage this way, at the very first step always showing us that there are people around who can easily be hurt.

Present Mic's speech went on in the background, and at the first sillable of "START!" I was already running.

Quickly weaving through the streets, getting as far as possible from other contenstants before I started killing robots.

Seeing one right in front of me, I decided that I ran enough, cracked my arms, and in the next second punctured through the metal machine with a black javelin.

Robots were predictable, dime a dozen, easily fell by my hands.

And just as I got into a comfortable rything, I noticed the ground shaking a bit. Looked like the Zero Pointer was released.

I wasn't very worried, seeing that I was far away from any other contestants.

Like Icarus having flown too close to the sun, my arrogance made me blind to the converging robots upon me, and the shaking becoming louder.

I only noticed when I was surrounded by robots, desperately fighting, trying to keep them at bay. And then, the Zero Pointer's shadow fell on me.

It was despair I felt in that moment, the dread of my imminent death, my perceived immortality removed from the picture.

Turns out, despair is just as well as a negative emotion as anger, my skin fell apart as I struggled not to lose control, my mouth opened, a piercing shriek coming out, the whole world slowing for a second, all the motion there was gone in an instant.

My body was back, rebuilt like new. The robots disoriented, my arm in a sleek sword, I swung it like a mace, cleaving through all of them.

Even the zero pointer fell, though instead of happyness all I could scrounge up was an exhausted feeling of "Finally!"

With an entire army of robots dead at my feet, and the sound signifying the end being heard, I quickly left, barely avoiding bumping into others in my haze. I couldn't concentrate at anything, it was like I was stuck in a suit of metal with fogged glasses.

After getting home, I immediately fell asleep.

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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 Zero Pointer.

"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, child made out of void." I grew more confused with every second.

"Today you experienced a piece of 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.

[Spoilers: I din't really manage to deliver on this aspect. If you're looking for some serious eldritch content, look elsewhere.]

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.

Edit - 2022. 02. 09: After editing Chapter 1, I decided to start going through them one by one. Almost entirely rewrote this one, though I don't think anyone will really notice, seeing that like chapter 1, the content itself didn't really change. It's still the protagonist recounting his childhood, along with the entrance exam itself.