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Izuku sighed in content as he looked at the flowers. They were so pretty, it was incredible to watch them bloom in action. "There are amazing Stolas sensei."

"Yes, nature is one of the greatest sights you'll ever see, mew." Stolas spoke, petting one of them. "Just give them love and nutrition, and they'll return the favor tenfold." She explained.

"Truly, the gentle grace of life presenting itself to us like this would suit us best." Azz said, looking down onto a pink flower he was watering.

"What do you think of this Battler, Clara?" Izuku asked.

"They're fun rides, yay!" She shouted from her spot. That was nice … wait what rides? "It feels so warm and gooey!" He slowly turned and saw her being devoured by a massive plant.

"Oh my, looks like we almost forgot feeding time, mew." Stolas sensei spoke offhandedly. Okay, maybe he should invest in something less terrifying. After getting her out of course.

"Do you have any shears?"

"Don't worry, Izuku-kins, I can get out of any situation!" Clara yelled as she was swallowed whole by the plants. They all froze once they heard revving sounds from within it.

"Clara, don't use the chainsaw!"

"The plants!" Stolas sensei screamed in horror, this time for the wrong object in question. And here he thought Stolas-sensei was one of the more reasonable teachers.


Schneider Allocer was internally drooling at the display of wisdom before him. Books upon books as large as the ocean itself. It was the perfect sanctum from the calamity that transpired across this school, a little piece of heaven for a scholar in hell.

"Wow, this might actually be the most quiet room in the school. I didn't think it was possible." Alice Asmodeus whispered through the hallowed halls as he, with Izuku Midoriya and Clara Valac, inspected. Ah, nice to know even the most chaotic bunch of their class could appreciate the serenity a library could offer.

"Yes, here with the library Battler we seek absolute peace in our path to knowledge." The yet unknown member explained as she gave the misfit class the tour. "All of these books are to be kept in order, researched, and learn about wonderful stories."

"And you guys really research everything here?" Izuku Midoriya was giddy in his tone. Ah, yes, the green lad had a soft spot for researching bloodlines. Maybe the two of them could discuss potential theories together one of these days.

"Of course, if it's in a book it's in here." She smiled. "Even if you don't want to read all the time, the main duties are simply making sure books are in order and checking in new ones, so a lot of members just lounge and relax." She explained to them. What a waste, why sit when you can learn!?

"It may not be the most artistic or eventful battler out there, but there are benefits to just reading a book without worry. After everything we've been through, I think we all deserve a break." Alice Asmodeus expressed his thoughts. "Even Valac seems to be enjoying this mess." Looking, Schneider Allocer could see the girl in question devouring a book. Well, at the very least it would contribute to his theory on idiotism, how quaint.

"Yeah, there seems to be something for all of us here, and I highly doubt something dangerous could ever happen with books.." Izuku Midoriya trailed on, before an example of what some demons call 'murphy's law.' came into effect.

There was a loud boom in another room, students screaming as one man stumbled with a zombified look on his face. "Damn it freshmen, I said ten feet away from new books! We don't know if they're cursed or not!" An upperclassman screamed, the girl giving them the tour quickly shutting the curtains with an innocent smile.

"Since when do books explode!?" Alice Asmodeus shielded the duo of green haired students. "Is there anything that's considered safe here?!"

"Nothing is safe, peace is a lie!" Izuku Midoriya screamed in near hysterics. Given his track record, it was a given he would eventually snap, that Rookie Hunt just brought the tipping point closer. "We're all just pawns to the madness!"

Schnieder laughed, even as Izuku Midoriya and his court of friends rushed away, walking to the direction of the curtain. Forbidden books? Color him interested.


Lied watched the boy calm down, sitting on a pillow as they played a racing game. "Thanks … I needed this Leid-san." Izuku said honestly, looking a lot more still than a few minutes ago. It was weird seeing this guy not shake with excitement all the time, guess living life on the brink would tire anyone out eventually.

"No problem dude, just glad I have someone to play with for once. It gets boring always going with single player mode." He could only have his single personal device during school hours, and the less said about being home with his sister at any time, the better.

Asmodeus was looking around the room. "While a nice place to finally get a break … I admit it's a bit too, what's the word, media based and childish for me." He spoke with the brutal honesty of a sledgehammer.

"Eh, it's not for everyone. What matters is that it's a place to have fun and be free, just whatever you wanna do." Lied smirked. "Then again the great and powerful Asmodeus prefers things prim and proper, now does he?" He spoke with an over the top noble accent, making the man twitch almost as bad as Kalego-sensei, fun times.

"How about we play darts!" Clara shouted, grabbing said dart and throwing it-straight through the very … VERY expensive TV, shattering the thing in question. Silence over took the Battler, only the sounds of the glass falling to the floor could be heard. "Does that mean I won?" Clara asked in her insensitively innocent way.

"Yes, now how about I suggest a game of tag." Spoke the Battler president. "You all get a five second head start in terms of fairness, before we hunt you down and skin you alive." Lied checked it out, it did seem quite fair given their track record for survival.

"Sounds like fun!" Clara shouted as Izuku dragged her and Asmodeus out as quickly as possible. Guess danger finds that guy no matter where he goes.


Jazz was loving this little new gang he had going on. The president just wanted to research magic, the other just wanted to get fame, and that left him with a pretty hefty share of fortune he could get off of this. Especially if sold to the right people at the right place.

So he wouldn't particularly mind either way if the crazy kid wanted to join or not, if they did he might even get some little siblings to look after, unlike the bastard of his older brother.

"Okay, so what if everything we've tried so far turned out to be a bust for multiple reasons? So what if we're banned from the gamer battler and everything else so far has tried to kill us? That doesn't mean every battler out there is insane in some form or another, right?" Izuku tried to console his little friend squad, looking quite dejected. "Why am I even asking? That basically makes it inevitable!"

"Relax guys, I doubt even you three could make this situation dangerous." Jazz used some of that brotherly comfort he's been working on for a while. He thought he'd be doing something like this to Lied or Picero first, but even he didn't like seeing a sad Izuku, as crazy as he was.

Then his president ran up to Asmodeus, grabbing his hands with a bright and deranged smile. "You're Alice Asmodeus right? Can you show me your fire, please please show me it!" He begged the student rep.

"What, no, I don't use it unless necessary." The pink haired student retorted, attempting to pull away.

"Please please, it would be amazing to study. All the multiple forms of heat, energy, wavelength, mana infusion into natural capabilities, compression systems i've been hearing about-" The man went on and on, almost like-

"I REFUSE TO HAVE TWO IZUKU'S IN MY LIFE!" Asmodeus shouted, setting his president on fire. And as such Jazz felt an immediate sense of internal fear. His source of money was being immolated!

"Alright, alright, back it up, clearly there's a conflict here." Jazz got between them, barely dodging incoming attacks. "Asmodeus, was that really necessary?"

"I, but.." Asmodeus looked to Izuku, who looked to Jazz in agreement. "Uggh, being corrected by the misfit's resident thief. I've truly lost all dignity."

Izuku was already grabbing the fire extinguisher, looking far too calm for the situation at hand. "Look guys, we just need to act fast and put him out." The moment he finished, the president raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't! Can't you see? This is so incredible, all the data I can collect on this, just for the price of skin? I need more!" He shouted and tried to lunge at Asmodeus.

"Weird, usually they try to attack Clara." Izuku idly muttered, a frustrated look on his face as they ran. Oh well, more money for him in the end.


Kamui had a dream. Some would call him deranged, others delusional. But he knew in his heart that he was on the right path! Women are the most beautiful thing, they need to be learned about in all respects! What they like, what they dislike, what makes their assets grow!? Every day more and more questions are asked by the common man, threatening to go unanswered. No more, he says, no more! Today would mark a day, in which those who questioned as he did would seek refuge and help from their fellow man! Today would mark the day, where someone off the street would accept and join his great...Women's Studies Battler!

"Why did we even come here?" The pretty boy representative came by with his pack.

"He's bribing people with free cookies." The cute boy honor student shrugged, taking one and walking away without a flier, the jerk!

"Cookies for days!" The legal loli walked by as she took the rest. She could take them, the lovely lady.

"At least consider it, honor student! I know you're trying to make a harem!"

"Where did that even come from!?" The boy shouted, blushing red. "I can barely talk to women as it is, there's no way I could handle more than one!" The lying jackass, he talked with every woman! The legal loli, the blonde nice girl, the redheaded tsundere; he's practically collecting the entire package!

"Nonsense, the only way that would be untrue is if you're trying to get a male harem!" Kamui shouted, the boy blinked on that, as nearby students muttered about either him or Asmodeus 'being the bottom'.

"I WON'T LET YOU HAVE HIM, AZZ-AZZ! I'LL BEAT YOU LIKE I DID LADY RED HAIR!" The lovely lady Valac passionately spoke, though it was ignored as the representative began to lunge at him.

"I'LL FRY YOU LIKE THE CHICKEN YOU ARE!" And that's how his dreams were crushed before they ever had the chance to blossom. The world could be so unkind to great innovators such as him.


Elizabetta smiled to herself with absolute glee. Thanks to there being an actual class for succubus, there was plenty of open room at the succubus Battler, which would also double as extra credit. It was perfect for her, she could use a little boost in her grades, and why not develop her natural talents while she was at it?

"Valac, for the last time, you're not joining!" Potential Husband #1 groaned from outside the room as he held the little she-demon in his grasp, who was trying to crawl her way into the classroom. She definitely wouldn't mind being in that position. "I know you like to use your imagination, but even you should have a limit to how much you indulge your delusions!"

"Shut up, once I join I'll be queen of sexy, all will bow down before my play time!" Potential Concubine B shouted, scratching at the air maniacally.

"Clara, look at it like this. Women's only Battler, that means me and Azz won't be able to join with you." Potential Husband #3 calmly approached her. Oh, how delightful. Not many understood the charm of a gentle approach. "And we want to have time to play more, right?"

The girl stopped immediately. "Dang it, that's no fun then." She muttered, looking sullen. Therefore, it was her duty to step in and help.

"Don't worry, I'll take some notes and we can review them over tea." Elizabetta told Potential Concubine B. "I have to say though, it looks like you're doing fine on your own. The honor student is always by your side and doesn't want to leave." Loyalty was also an important trait to have. She could only imagine how caring he would be in bed.

"Yeah, he's mine. All mine, forever!" Potential Concubine B eagerly stood her ground.

Raim-mistress walked up to the group. "I get you want to stay together, but it's nice to at least get an attempt." She smiled, looking over to Potential Husband #1. "Although, if we put him in a dress …"

"And we're leaving." The pink haired hunk spoke, grabbing the two and moving fast away. Aww, so shy, she'd have to work on his prudness and make him embrace her more … intimate parts of roll play.


Sabro was in awe at this place. Here he thought it was just people wanting to be the Demon King meeting in one spot to duke it out for the crown, but what he found was far better then anything he could ever conceive.

Scrolls! Books upon scrolls of Demon King knowledge. Predictions and theories based on old text deciphered. Legends of old finally told, it was a paradise! Anyone striving to be the Demon King just had to come here, they'd be a fool not to join right away!

"Hmm …" Izuku, his rival, gave a faint noise as he looked the group over. "It's nice and quiet but …" he stared at the surrounding scholars of history. "..it kind of feels just like the Library Battler with fewer options." He gave another look to the one's sitting at a table, practically drooling over new information.

"That and the people seem a bit … obsessive." Asmodeus, his lesser obstacle, muttered as he stared at the eyes of the others. How were they in any way obsessive? Only a bore wouldn't be obsessed over texts with even sleep not being able to hold them back. "I don't like the looks they're giving us. I feel violated."

"Come on, can't we blow something up, or play hide and seek, anything other than just sitting around and reading!" Clara shouted loudly, getting shushes from the others before going back to their work.

"I don't understand what is wrong, this is the perfect place for thou, who wishes to join the ranks of the almighty Demon King!" Sabro shouted to the heavens.

"I still don't see what's so special about the role of a king here." Izuku spoke sacrilegiously, as everyone stopped to stare at him with looks of contempt.

"Blasphemy, let us remove this stain from the face of the netherworld!" The president shouted loudly. The others started hissing, grabbing various weapons of old.

"Oh come on! I can't even say my opinion without getting attacked?!" His rival pushed back against the scholars, diving head first into danger as always. As much as he was inclined to attack as well, Izuku was still a worthy rival, and his friend too, he guessed. He wished to be a hero that saved everyone, so obviously down the line he would have to realize the best way to do that was to be the Demon King!


"You know, this is a rare moment where one must truly look past themselves and ask how far they're willing to go. How should one's morality interact with their sense of ambition, and if they should interact at all. And as the line grows larger and larger, it must become asked if they should abandon said morality for a greater purpose, to be above one's old life, or achieve true peace." Azz said to himself, deep in thought he spoke aloud.

"We're not letting Clara get boiled by black magic users." Izuku deadpanned at his explanation.

"Oh come on, she loves it." He pointed to the heated brew with Clara in it, swimming like it was her own personal pool. "Can't we just let them cook her a little?"

"Azz, come on, what did we say about helping others?" Izuku asked him

Azz sighed and sulked his head. "Even if you don't want to, helping someone makes you feel warmer than any fire." He groaned. "Altruism sucks."

"I'm sure you'll look back on this day and remember it fondly."

"Easy for you to say, your reputation is founded by chaos, mine has been slowly dwindling."

"And who's fault is it that most people think I'm some calamity cultist?" Azz decided to just end the conversation there by attacking the Battlers in question.

"Oh would you look at that, an opening, let's run." He said, ignoring the look from Izuku.


Goemon's end goal was to join the Combat Battler, but he might as well look under all the blades of grass for the hidden thirteen leaf clover. It wasn't as if it was the worst option to choose from amongst these groups. The ranking exam proved to be very advantageous for Izuku Midoriya and Asmodeus, so if he could strengthen his skills, who was he to deny the opportunity?

"I'm glad you lot are here, I heard great things!" The captain shouted at Izuku and his gang as they arrived down the stairs. Of course they would show, they had natural talent in this sport. "You all have some crazy powerful magic in ya! You'd be perfect for the Battler!

"Um, about that. I don't really feel comfortable using magic, it's unstable at the moment and it feels like a disgrace to training, so I wouldn't be able to use it all the time." Izuku spoke up to the captain.

"Oh. That's, actually kind of lame when you explain it like." The Captain brutally criticized him. Who was he to argue what felt honorable and could be earned through hard work? Goemon's opinion of this Battler went down tenfold!

"Take that back you jerks! I'll show you what Izuku-kins brain taught me!" Clara Valac dug deep into her pockets and began yanking for an uncomfortable amount of time until she pulled out...what in the nine circles! HOW DID SHE CREATE A TANK!?"

"For the love of everything unholy, scatter!" A member shouted as the screaming began. It was even worse that they were underground, slowly becoming caved in. It took the combined efforts of himself and Asmodeus to block the rubble. Strange, the representative usually didn't involve himself so quickly, especially protecting obvious degenerates.

"Clara, it's fine! There's no need to go overboard like this!" The honor student hooked himself to the mobile weapon of mass destruction, feebly trying to reign the madwoman in. "Stuff like this is why I don't teach you about gunpowder!"

"Oh, you can make powder guns!?" She shouted, slowly reaching into her pockets. "That sounds like fun!"

"NOOOOO!" Multiple voices overlapped in chaotic harmony. Izuku already had a one woman army on his side. May any divine power out there help them the day Clara Valac actually realized that.


Quickelight watched as the president tapped her fingers quietly against the desk. She was more impatient in the last few days, and right now she seemed especially picky when it came to putting up these strange decorations. They were pretty, no one could deny that, but the why was still unknown.

"You think she's worried Asmodeus won't accept the offer." He quietly asked Grave, who had been there the moment Ameri-san approached with her offer.

"Of course not, this is the student council, it's absolutely obvious he'll accept if he truly wishes to go far in life." Smoke spoke, working on her portion of the decorations. Always a true believer in council above all.

"Actually, it's not Asmodeus." Grave clarified. "Well, the offer was made, but it was more of a side note." Huh, that didn't make sense. "She explicitly made an offer to the honor student in person. She believes he has more potential being in the Student Council."

"Really, that guy causes so much trouble she probably just wants to stop him from doing something insane." Johnny deadpanned, putting another flower on the wall.

"Well, we're also talking about the same guy who tamed the Guardian of Cutthroat valley and beat Asmodeus, twice technically." Smoke recalled, raising a fairly good point. "And he always draws a crowd no matter what, someone like that actually could do some good in the right hands."

Quickelight thought about it, this was all just speculation though. However, a thought occurred to him. "Do we even know if he's interested in joining?" That was the wrong thing to say, as an ominous and destructive aura that ruled their lives was now aimed at them.

"What are you talking about! Of COURSE he'll join! It's the best option for him! He'll join if he knows what's good for him!" The President prudently exclaimed, making them all shrink away in fear. "If he doesn't join I'll.." She froze mid sentence and turned away. "Wait, is this why he's afraid? Am I really that scary?" She turned to them. "Well, am I!?"

"Of course not mam, your ever breath is divine!" Smoke spoke up in her worshipping tone. A little on the nose there.

"No mam, you're incredible!" Quickelight spoke hastily. "I was simply asking if you talked to him about joining other than offering the flyer and walking away. I know the situation was bad at the time and we needed to try and keep the Rookie Hunt small so ..." The next thing they knew, their lovely president was starting to shake a little with a hint of a red blush across her face. It would've been cute if they were so terrified.

"Everyone, please get out." She stood still, giving a more neutral tone than before. That was all they needed to make their way out. Quietly and orderly of course, their fear shouldn't give way to loss of dignity. "Don't come back in for a few hours. No matter what."

The door was shut on them. The only thing they could hear was loud screams of frustration as they quickly fled away. She'd calm down eventually, right?


"Finally we went to the broadcasting division. They didn't chase us with pitchforks like the rest of them, but Clara talking on the intercom did make them quite upset." Izuku told Sullivan as the man worked on his ring. "If battlers weren't essential for ranking up, I just wouldn't have bothered."

"Papa, are you sure there was NOTHING you could have done?" Inko asked as she glared at him. How scary, he needed to cover his tracks quickly.

"I tried my dear, but if we put too many rules on it they just do it illegally rather than legally. One time it got so bad we had to expel eighty percent of the school body. At that point we decided that organized chaos is better than unorganized one." He explained as she calmed down a bit with wide eyes.

"I don't get it, why are they so desperate and violent?" She asked no one in particular.

"It's simply how it is." Opera spoke up from their spot, stirring some hell's gray tea. "They seek enough members to both ensure the future success of their Battler, along with help at the Division Party." At that point Izuku looked up.

"That's one of the four times left I have to rank up as a freshman, right?" He asked in his adorably curious way, so cute.

"Yes, you see there is no advice I can give because each method of winning is different. The only definite goal is to become more popular than other Battlers, but to do so you need to reach an unprecedented level of skill based on showing what your Battler is about. For example a beautiful display from the Art Battler, or a fun time with the Game Battler, or a great match with the Execution Cannonball Battler. I figured you wouldn't join mine, and what you do is on your own." Opera spoke as they gazed at the demon with rapt attention.

"Alright, so I just need to go big … what was your Battler, Opera-san?" Izuku asked

"Beat everyone in your path to a bloody pulp Battler." Opera spoke without a hint of remorse, giving his daughter and grandson those cute faces of worry that's become common.

"I thought you were so refined. I didn't think that you were such a delinquent in your youth." Inko expressed hints of disappointment at the butler, who's ears actually wilted down a little. Hah! He wasn't the only one on her radar now!

"Alright, fixed!" Sullivan shouted, proud of his work. Took so many parts and so much time. "Now then, I have it set on a few special modes. Now then, raise your finger and say La Fire." He spoke to his grandson.

Izuku nodded, raising their hand up in the air. "La Fire." A small speck of flame danced on his fingertips. Izuku looked at it with wonder, ah so adorable, he was glad he invested in those camera glasses!

"First up, Demon Mode. You'll take a little of my magic. Don't worry, I've got tons to spare." He assured the two. "After that is Devi Mode." He tilted the ring as the fire spread higher. "You latch onto one magic and take it, probably Asmodeus."

"I should explain this later." Izuku muttered, looking at the large fire in wonderment with Inko. Such a cute family!

"After that is Ifrit Mode." The fire became a giant tri colored face, screaming with metal and candy as it giggled maniacally. "You take three magics, still unstable so stick with Demon Mode for now." The boy nodded, whipping his finger fast as to rid him of the fire.

"Finally, an emergency mode I put in for when your life is in absolute danger. Pandoroola." Sullivan stated.

"Pando-" SHIT! He covered the boy's mouth before another syllable could be uttered.

"Nonono, the moment you say it it activates." He explained as the boy nodded. "Now then, Pandoroola mode will use your own body to help support the taking of magic until you're maxed out. It'll hurt and give you brain strain, but you'll have enough power to even give me some damage."

"So it's in-case-of-emergency mode?" He briefly summed up.

"Precisely! I know there's no avoiding all danger, especially if you aim to be a hero, but I'd still rather you leave anything requiring Pandoroola level magic to me, the teachers, or Opera, since they're your familiar. So promise you won't use it until you've mastered the ring some-what.``

"I will, grandpa. I promise." His darling grandson gave him a grateful smile, before covering his eyes, making his tears sprinkle everywhere. "I, I would've never imagined anyone ever giving me a real chance to belong anywhere. Grandpa, I.." He cut himself off, and gave him the tightest hug he's ever had.

"Izuku." Sullivan started, patting him on the back, holding back every squeal he ever could so as to not ruin the moment. "You absolutely belong here."

"Thank you papa." Inko spoke, joining the teary eyed hug. And he tried even harder to hold back his squeals.

"I love you all so much!" He failed spectacularly. He would hear reports of a massive and rather random flood warning all throughout the next day. Truly, he had the best family ever.