"It's Zombie's turn now, right?" Izuku asked. Revenant nodded, the screen switching off from the final commercial, "What do you think?"
"I think he will win. I have no doubts on that." Revenant immediately answered.
"Are you sure?" Huanli asked back, "He is a good fighter, but he has some odd Quirks about himself, like his bones being really fragile or the dulled pain that makes him less reactive to attacks."
Revenant shrugged, "Those are good traits, but what I mean is that he has an ace up his sleeve he has yet to use. I'm fairly sure the JTO and I are the only people that know here."
Deku wanted to ask what it was, but before he could, the music in the arena grew low and ominous as Zombie stepped in.
"From a world of horrors unlike any, comes a fighter that embodies those horrors. He is the man that wanted to be a Hero enough to make a deal whose consequences fell beyond his control. He saved some, he doomed others. The Reader of the Book of Evil, the End-Bringer, the First and Last Zombie, Izuku Midoriya!"
Zombie walked on the field, and if there was a way to describe his face was displeasure and anger mixed together.
"They are selling him as the heel in this." Huanli said.
"What?"
"I mean, listen to his presentation. They built him to be someone you want to see defeated. You don't introduce someone like this if you are introducing the Hero of your story." Huanli pointed out.
"Or maybe we aren't acknowledging the other possibility." Revenant replied.
"Which is?"
"That Zombie isn't a clear-cut Hero. That maybe, he is someone that we would classify as a Vigilante. Or maybe even worse." Revenant shrugged, "I don't really think it's important, but we shouldn't be so fast at judging his stance just because he is one of us." He pointed at himself and Deku, "Me and him are already night and day as far as personalities go, since he is friendly sunshine shy boy and I'm death machine lonely guy, so Zombie is not necessarily who we think he is."
"I know." Huanli replied, "I've been through the Multiverse for six months, I know what it's like. But… Zombie helped Argali. Would he really do that if he was worse than a Vigilante?"
At that Revenant nodded, "A good point. Again, they say he wanted to be a Hero and made some sort of mistake, so I'm sure he isn't a Villain. I'm just saying we can't suppose he is a Hero either. As for who he actually is… well, only he can tell."
The opponent that had meanwhile entered the ring was a man with long, black cloud-like hair, extending above his head like they were being moved by the wind. Wielding a long stick, the man called Oboro Kurogiri smiled and bowed, fixing the aviator goggles on his face as he took position.
Izuku wondered if this was the same person as Oboro Shirakumo, the man he had met back in Izumi's world, and in that case what that had to do with Kurogiri, the portals user that was a League member until he was captured by Gran Torino. Were they the same person, or did they share a name and nothing else? Did Oboro Shirakumo become Kurogiri in his world?
Maybe this fight would answer.
-x-
The Announcer watched the field. Zombie's request had been very peculiar. Rather than asking for a correction of terrain to give himself an advantage, he had grumbled something about plain terrain already being the best, and instead opted to introduce an atmosphere to the field.
The lights had been lowered, reducing the arena to a dim light. Of course, through magic, they were keeping the lights of the stands up and working without undoing the dimming, but the arena itself for this reason looked like it was completely coated in shadows.
And all around the field Zombie had asked for tombstones, dead trees, and a whole broken down villa that took out the majority of the western side. The whole field looked like it was out of a horror flick, which… well, was probably the point.
As far as Izuku knew, those were there just for show. They had little or nothing to do with his powers, beyond the generic atmosphere, but if he had to guess that atmosphere was what Zombie was looking for. That feeling of uncertainty about how his powers and this field out of a horror were connected.
And of course, there were his powers. This was going to be a good match.
The referee and him shouted together for the fight to begin, and Zombie pulled out an axe. The fighter rushed forward, covering the distance with Oboro, only for the man to thrust forward with his polearm. The weapon shouldn't have reached Zombie, but halfway through the swing it entered a portal and came out on the opposite side, right toward Zombie's abdomen. The man gasped at the sudden hit, the attack painful even to see. In response, the Izuku however moved his arm up and grabbed the weapon, or tried to.
He was too slow by a second, the stick vanishing back in the portal, only for a new trust to bring it out on Zombie's side through another portal.
It was the beginning of Oboro's main attack. Using small portals, he attacked the opponent from a distance. As he put it, it was like his weapon could grew in size, though it was only a portal trick.
In response, Zombie grit his teeth and advanced, marching forward through the attacks as he reached for Oboro. Like the undead whose name he bore, he was showing no reaction at the sound of cracking his bones were making, despite the fact it should have been a great amount of pain.
It was really like watching a human and a Zombie fight in a horror movie, the Zombie relentlessly marching, the human relentlessly attacking.
However, the humans normally didn't have portals. As Zombie entered his reach, Oboro stepped back and vanished into a portal, reappearing on the far side, on top of the Villa's roof.
Announcer looked at Zombie, but surprisingly, he wasn't worried or angry. Instead he seemed… resigned.
And that was when he pulled out the book.
Even if he never thought he would call a book hideous, there was no other description for it. A black leather cover with the face of a decaying corpse etched on the front, the Book of Evil was repulsive, and it was… hard to say what made it so. It wasn't that different from the depictions of evil books one might find in a movie or a videogame, but there was just something… wrong about it.
Zombie opened the book on what looked to be the last, or one of the last, chapters, and pulled out a black bookmark. He rolled to the side to dodge the now resuming attacks from the portals, and Izuku pushed back, without dropping either the book or the bookmark, instead shuffling through the pages.
And then he put the bookmark back in, and as soon as he closed the book something changed.
-x-
The Book of Evil. An artifact unique to my world, or so I hope. It contains the greatest fears of humanity given shape.
The Book of Evil originated in Ancient Greece, or so I believe. The amount of Greek Evils within it would be weird otherwise. Either way, not long after it started to travel. Fear of the unknown, fear of violence, fear of nature, fear of power… the Book fed on those. It fed of the fears of those that took it and wrote on it.
Or maybe those people created the Monsters, and the Book just mirrored them. Either way, that accursed book kept travelling, and eventually landed in Japan.
As for me, my name is Izuku Midoriya. I was your average teenager, in a world of Heroes that were far from average. No powers, a big dream, all the jazz. I was bound to never achieve anything from it, but one day I found the Book of Evil.
Really, it was a used book from a small stall on the roadside during a class trip, a cliché of horror that wanted to be the preamble of my whole life to come. A salesman with blonde hair like gold and ice blue eyes that sees a child, guesses right he is a fan of horror movies, and offers him a book that, he says, will make the world tremble.
It was a book unlike any, that was for sure.
I did good things with it, but trial and error is an harsh master. A very unforgiving one. For every time I make myself a Monster, I make that Monster real.
My name is Izuku Midoriya, also known as Zombie. I once accidentally caused a zombie apocalypse.
And if I could go back, I'd never read this book.
Zombie felt his body shift. His back arched, his muscles grew, his bones strengthened. Pain came flushing back on the edge of sharp teeth that duck into his mouth, as it elongated slightly. Fur started to sprout from his back, from the back of his hand, extending over his body. Honestly, it being a night of full moon was pretty lucky, he considered as his fingernails grew into sharp claws, and he felt comfortable equally charging on four feet as he did marching on two.
Zombie was gone.
Werewolf howled at the moon.
Really, the way the Book of Evil worked was easy. Any time someone picked it up, they found a set of white pages at the end, and a pen that seemed meant for them to add something, a new chapter for the next reader. Izuku wasn't yet sure if it was the book that drove his hand, or if it was his greatest fear yet absent in the book that did, but Izuku had written down about Zombies. Simple, straightforward monsters that encapsulated his fears. Fear of the masses, fear of death, but above all fear of being just another nameless entity in a sea of identical creatures, to be missed in the sea of others, to be a stepping stone for the few lucky ones that stood alive at the end.
The Zombie was Izuku, and the hero of the movie were the Heroes he loved.
He didn't quite know how literal that fanciful comparison was soon going to be, because writing a creature in the Book of Evil is an absolute. It's not a matter of if they exist. The Book of Evil speaks about all Evil that exists, and if an Evil isn't real, then it has to be.
And so, Izuku created the Zombies.
He wasn't the first to have done so. Every previous owner of the book, every person that had read that small circlet at the top of about it being One Book for All Evil, had created something. Or, more likely, had been led by the book to create something through their deepest fears. Those fears were etched within the book, marked down by a bookmark, accessible to anyone.
One of his predecessors was a European man. He was the creator of the Werewolves.
And by moving the bookmark, Izuku could become that creation.
He could become a Werewolf.
Werewolf howled at the moon and rushed forward, his speed superior to a raging wolf. He dodged an incoming attack, jumped above another, slashed at a third one. The claws of a werewolf are hard as steel, and yet the polearm wasn't broken, though splinters flew off of it. With a supernatural speed, Werewolf grabbed the pole and pulled. His opponent was smart enough to let go rather than try and pull it back, which would have been a test of strength Werewolf could have easily won, but that meant they lost their main weapon.
Izuku used the opportunity, the green half-beast climbing to the top of the building using his claws to scale the building, and landing on top of the flat roof… only to find his opponent gone. He sniffed the air, and spotted him now on the ground, having used a portal again to gain distance and recover his own weapon.
Izuku sighed, and pulled out the book.
If his opponent wanted a long range fight, he would play with him.
The bookmark landed, the book closed, and once more Izuku felt himself change. Werewolf was gone as the upper part of his body took back the appearance of Izuku Midoriya.
The bottom half, on the other hand, started to rise and shapeshift. As his normal grew, he felt them also split, along with everything under his abdomen. Green fur covered his body, a black tail sprouting being, four horse legs and body having extended, as a black bow and a set of arrows appeared in his hands.
Werewolf gave way to Centaur.
The Book of Evil always made sure to give its wielder everything that made the creature scary. For Werewolf and Zombie, that was primarily their bodies, so the book wouldn't gift a weapon. But for Centaurs… they were known equally for arrows and close combat, so they were given the arrows and bow to use them. Those humoral, wrothful beings were master of war, after all, and they needed their tools.
Izuku shrugged, nocked an arrow, and aimed.
He had never used a bow before his first time turning into Centaur, but his skills were still unparalleled. The arrow struck Shirakumo through the shoulder, making him cry in pain, and then he pulled, released, pulled, released, pulled, released. Three arrows arched down like lightning.
Two hit their mark, the third one entered a portal and came back out in front of Centaur. He turned, letting it hit his horse flank rather than his human abdomen, and cried in pain as it was followed by two hits with a polearm, stepping back only to be hit on the back.
"Alright, I'm done being nice." Centaur replied, pulling out a gun from his coat. While as a centaur his aim with a bow was sublime, his talent was marksmanship as a whole. A gun was no different.
He fired and hit the opponent in the legs free times before he had to duck as more bullets were shot back at him through a portal. Now sure he had grounded him, he considered his option.
Changing again to another form was out of the question. He was already stretching himself by using the Book of Evil twice in such a short time, but as a Centaur he was stuck on the roof.
He turned back into a Werewolf, pulling out a pair of axes and jumping from the roof.
The werewolves was his most resilient form. While his knees did hurt when his feet hit the ground, it hardly broke a wince. Rushing forward, snarling, he reached the opponent. Oboro tried to stand back up, but his legs were too weak, and Werewolf had him. If he tried to run away through a portal, but Werewolf jumped through. To be fair, it was the one weakness of the man in this tournament: he couldn't close the door to kill him, if he was stepping through it. The other man realized that too, clearly, as he stepped forward to try to face him hand to hand.
Werewolf hit with the back of the axe, but it vanished in midair and reappeared on his back, hitting him, while Oboro punched forward. Werewolf raised his arm to block, but the fist vanished through a portal that then opened on the other side of the arm, right under his jaw. Werewolf buckled back slightly and dropped the axes. Well, if that was his plan…
It turned into an extremely peculiar fight. Giving up defense, knowing his best defense was his physical resilience, Werewolf moved into attacking with both his bare hands, his claws sharp enough to cut steel. He slashed, and each time Oboro would create a small portal to make Werewolf attack himself. It was a fight that would be decided by his resistance and Oboro's concentration in the end. If he fell for a faint, he would be wounded badly, but so far Werewolf was badly wounding himself.
The beast smiled and kicked up, using his clawed feet for the first time.
Oboro expected it, creating another portal around his lower body to defend himself.
And then Werewolf returned to Zombie and stepped forward, tackling his opponent using the fact Oboro had been defending against a far bulkier opponent and didn't react in time to his much smaller body. Grabbing him, he held the man down, and then turned back into Werewolf, feeling his whole body strain. That was it, no more transformations. He had already used one more than he should have, and it would most likely mean something bad was going to happen.
It was enough, as he held Oboro down, teeth inches from his neck.
"Surrender." Werewolf whispered, "Or I won't be responsible for what happens. Lycanthropes aren't nice creatures."
Oboro tried to struggle free, and in response Werewolf planted his claws in his shoulders.
Finally, Oboro sighed.
"I surrender!" He shouted.
"We have a winner!" Announcer replied, as Werewolf stood back up.
"I thought you had to use that bookmark to transform." Oboro replied, "But you turned into a Zombie and back into a Werewolf without it."
"I did." Werewolf replied, pulling out the book and showing the Bookmark was still in place at the Werewolf section, "The Bookmark is to force me into a Monster that isn't my own. The Zombie is just who I am."
"Can't turn back into a human?"
"No." Zombie – he turned back into normal as he put the Bookmark back in place – said, before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, "I will be a human-Zombie hybrid for the rest of my life. Which will probably be very long, unless someone bashes my head in with a baseball bat."
Oboro hummed, "Sounds lonely." He commented, as he got pushed on a stretcher.
"It's what I get for being greedy." Zombie replied, "And punishment for what I caused."
Oboro raised an eyebrow, but the Izuku turned around and walked the other way, waving his hand.
'Four more to go.' Zombie thought, 'Four more, and I can get my prize.'
A zombie extermination campaign. Having the JTO kill every single one of the fuckers and then take him to another world where the Book of Evil had no influence on reality. That was his prize.
Finally putting to rest his guilt, and ending the legacy of the Book of Evil.
He would be the last of his kind.
The last writer of the One Book for All Evil.
-x-
"Well, that was something." Huanli commented, "He can just… Do that?"
"He has limitations." Revenant replied, "But I still haven't quite pinpointed them. I'd guess he has a limit in how many transformations he can use."
"That's still so useful." Deku commented, "I wonder if he also has a time limit to his transformations. We know he can stay in his 'Zombie' form indefinitely, but could he stay in 'Werewolf' or 'Centaur' form indefinitely too? Or does he have to turn back?"
"I think he has to turn back." Revenant supplied, "The Zombie form isn't particularly strong, it's just resilient and doesn't feel pain – or at least not as much pain. I think if he could choose, he would opt to spend his time in Werewolf form, don't you think?"
"That's true, but the Zombie form has its uses. For one, it's the most humanoid form he has shown." Deku pointed out back, "I think if he wants to not attract attention, he should pick that one, don't you think?"
"I can see some advantages to using the Zombie form too." Revenant said, "Though they depend on the exact limitations. For example, we know he doesn't seem disturbed by broken bones, and he doesn't really lose as much blood as he should from wounds. Maybe he uses it as a passive form more akin to a first-hit denier? Basically, if you were to stab him in the back, or something like that, in his Zombie form he could hardly be defeated by one such move, while the Centaur and maybe even the Werewolf would die."
"That's… a good point, actually. Although, you could just go for the head. I assume that would kill him like any Zombie." Deku said.
"Guys, the next match…"
Revenant frowned, "I just think it's his better choice. Unless… well, we don't know how many forms that book grants. Is it mythological creatures? Is it scary creatures?"
"Would you count a Centaur as scary?" Huanli asked, "They sound more… harmless than Werewolves or Zombies."
"That's because of our current views, but Centaurs were born as a representation of barbarism and barbaric violence in Greece." Revenant replied, "They aren't scary to us, but they were scary for people back then."
Deku nodded, "So it raises the question of what kind of power he has. It's definitely tied to the book and bookmark he used, but guessing what the power exactly does is a bit hard. We saw him turn every time he moved the bookmark…"
"Guys, the match."
Epsi, surprisingly, was the next to chime in, "But also one time where he didn't, so maybe the bookmark isn't as important?"
"A good way to stop him if the bookmark is important might be to steal it…"
"Guys!" Izumi shouted, and the three turned to her. She sighed, "The match. Revenant, I thought you were the focused one."
Revenant shrugged, "I would notice someone hostile, and frankly, I consider Zombie the strongest in his block."
"Hey!" Huanli shouted.
"One of the strongest." Revenant amended with a shrug, "But the point remains, I'm here to brainstorm. If I wanted to examine those fights in silence, I would not be here. I'm interested in everyone's input, and in giving mine."
Izumi frowned, before sighing, "Either way, the match."
They turned to the screen, watching a man in power armor – Kota, Deku realized – fighting a man they didn't know, but that the screen identified as Iwao Oguro, who moved at dangerously high speed while also wearing electrified gloves. The electricity seemed to have some effect on Kota's blue and black power armor, but not as much as his attacks were having on the field. He was shooting blasts of what Izuku had to guess was some form of laser – though the impact seemed oddly concussive for them – and had quite the array of other weapons. At one point, he opened his arm and unleashed what seemed a rain of bullet. The way they bounced showed they were rubber bullets, but still those hurt when they struck the target, though Oguro was fast enough to dodge them.
"A speed Quirk or magic…" Deku mumbled, "And a very powerful one."
"Frankly I care more about the gloves."
"Why? I though electricity doesn't work on you." Huanli replied.
"Then I sold it well. I'm not immune to electricity – no point in lying about it, you'd find out while examining my matches – I'm just used to be electrocuted."
"How do you get used to being electrocuted?" Deku asked.
Revenant didn't answer, and Deku glanced to Epsi, who just shrugged her shoulders, as if to say she had no idea.
Meanwhile, Kota was forcing Iwao back by sheer power. It seemed his electricity wasn't working against the armor, so it made sense for Kota to try and force him to exhaust his stamina. The two men entered close quarter combat, and there the difference between an armored and an unarmored body made the difference, with Oguro ultimately falling to the ground.
Izuku sighed in relief, as Kota was declared the winner.
-x-
"We are prisoners then." Clockwork, the younger Izuku sitting at the table, commented dryly. Paladin made to say something else – probably to try and make it sound better than that – but Gun, as the oldest of them, would have none of it.
"Yes." He simply replied, "Well, technically we are slaves, but since we are also unable to escape, I think prisoners is a good analogy."
"That's just… That's unfair. It's absurd. Are you seriously telling me there is nothing we can do to escape?" Clockwork asked, the younger Izuku passing a hand over his face, "Come on, first I get sent to another timeline, and then I get kidnapped to a fantasy universe?"
"That's your story?" Paladin asked, curious, "I skipped the another timeline, but I got sent to a fantasy universe twice."
"You mean…"
He winked, "Ever heard of isekai? Yeah, I'm the poster child of that."
"No way."
"Yes way. I died, I think, and then I woke up in a fantasy world where-"
"Can we focus a moment." Gun replied, cutting the conversation "I don't think it really matters where we come from. What we need to look into is just how he can contribute."
"Can I refuse?" Clockwork asked, "I don't… I can't accept the idea of working for an evil organization, much less when that evil organization is literally a Demon King's army."
"You can, but then you'd die." Gun explained, "The Crest on your hand can cause enough pain to kill you, if you try to do something prohibited. I've seen it happen. If you want to drop dead, go ahead."
"I…" Clockwork bit his lip, and Gun knew then and there he wouldn't do it. Remaining alive was a very convincing argument to force someone to obey, he had to begrudgingly admit that. For someone like him, that liked freedom of action above all else, it was however the worst of crimes. "Is there seriously nothing I can do?"
"Are you a wizard?"
"N-No?"
"Then you are out of luck." Gun replied, "We have one wizard, but he is either a massive bootlicker or has some scheme of his own. Probably the latter, given that this Crest thing is really lax on what passes as betrayal and the man probably knows it."
"Couldn't we just… cut off the hand?" Clockwork asked, "I know it sounds extreme, but…"
"It's very extreme, and you couldn't. The Crests are meant to stop us from harming Arkin or each other. Freeing ourselves, assuming it would work, is the definition of harming Arkin, so they would stop you, and if we tried to cut each other's hands like some madmen we would be harming each other."
"Also, I would rather not lose one hand." Paladin replied.
"Can't you heal it back?"
"If I chop it off completely it would be difficult. And putting it back might also reactivate the Crest." Paladin replied.
"It also doesn't work because the Crest would reappear in a few minutes somewhere else on your bodies." A new yet familiar voice clarified, "So don't go doing something you will regret."
They all turned to see Izmird standing at the door, that look of superiority always present in his eyes as he looked at them. "I need to examine Clockwork and Paladin, if you don't mind." He said. Piper, who had been recruited as Izmird's assistant for a few days now, was right there too. Gun frowned. The kid was latching to the Wizard a bit too much, if he had to say. He could understand why – Izmird had pretty much recruited him as assistant and was the person Piper spent more time with – but Gun had a gut feeling that the teen shouldn't have trusted the elf of all people.
"Can this wait?" Paladin asked, "He just arrived-"
"Arkin's orders." The Wizard clarified, and they both felt compelled to stand up, proving he wasn't lying since the Crest reacted.
"Dammit…" Clockwork muttered. Gun shot him a look of sympathy.
"What's this about at least?" Paladin asked, "Can we know that much?"
"Just something for the summonings." Izmird replied, "I will explain later. Follow me for now. Gun, a good day to you."
"And to you." Isaac Green replied without much feeling, watching him walk off with the Izukus.
"Ugh, how long will I be stuck here?" He asked himself, pulling All for One out and examining it. Twenty special bullets. That was what he had left, before he ran out All for One became a normal gun that shot ordinary bullets. Gun knew it, and Arkin knew it as well. His time as a useful asset weren't exactly looking good. He could try to make more, since the Guncraft allowed that, but the materials were hard to come by when you were in the middle of nowhere and what they had was being directed entirely to Izmird's research.
The thing was, Arkin was playing with fire. Isaac knew it, and he was sure Izmird knew it too. Sooner or later, something would come out of that portal and prove uncontrollable. All he could wonder was what Izmird was gunning for. It wasn't hard to guess the Wizard was using Arkin as a guinea pig, but something didn't add up. He was trying too hard. Trial and error was valuable, but Izmird had jumped into the experimenting far too eagerly.
Did he have some deadline?
And if so, what was the deadline?
-x-
Canary watched Siren fly in slow circles over his head, and a part of him told the Hero once again that the bird should have stayed at the castle. In fact, he had tried to convince her to, only for Siren to chirp very, very loudly, do her best impression of an offended bird, and then close the conversation with what could only be described as a huff.
Izuku sighed. Frankly, the fact Siren was still alive was a big proof she had a Quirk like Nedzu's. She wasn't on the same level of mutation, but her heightened intelligence seemed to also come with a more human-like aging.
Or maybe she was just a cranky old bird that hid her age well. Both sounded plausible.
Still, he had tried to ditch her at the castle, but it had been a half-hearted attempt and they both knew it. Within the end of the day she had caught up to them, and so now they had the canary following them.
He sighed. "At least stay out of danger, alright?" He said out loud. Siren chirped and landed back in his hair, nesting in the mass of green. Izuku had long since gotten used to it, so he just scratched her head a bit before turning to the others.
Spider-Man, the closest rider – wasn't that a sentence – moved closer. "You alright?" He asked.
"Just a bit worried."
"About?" He asked, "If I can help…"
"Mostly of how everything else is going. This turned out a lot more complicated than we planned. I was supposed to help rescue a few people and now it's a full attack on a city of demons."
"Yeah, sorry about that…" Spider-Man scratched the back of his head, "I kinda just thought I would pick Aunt Mits- The Prowler and call it a day."
"Not your fault. Still, I have a bad feeling about this."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It seems this is going too well and…"
"And we are Izuku Midoriya, people always go wrong?"
"Well, yes."
"Good to know it's not just Spider-Man luck in my case then." He replied, "Guess we will have to roll with the blow."
"Guess so…" Canary replied.
For some reason, he had a feeling the blow was going to be hard.
(XX)
Guests:
Revenant from Locked in Digital by Rogue Druid
Pied Piper from Pied Piper by blackholeca
Clockwork from A Spanner in the Clockworks by All_Five_Pieces_of_Exodia
Spider-Man inspired by Amazing Fantasy by The Infamous Man
Canary from Canary by cloud_nine_and_three_quarters
Alright, so that was the Book of Evil, one of the infinite variations of One for All that also happens to have caused a Zombie apocalypse.
Wops.
Zombie is quite the interesting guy, isn't he? He was one of the first Izukus that were designed, and getting to finally bring him out in full force is quite amazing. Which monsters does he hide? Which powers can he access? Only time will tell.
Meanwhile, the Fantasyverse is keeping up heading for the climax of its events. It seems Izmird is making his move and Paladin reveals his own origin. Sup Isekai Izuku.
And meanwhile Canary and Spider-Man have a quick talk. In which they realize they have Izuku luck and Spider-Man luck in the same place. This is worrying.