3-In-1 Instant Quirks 3 (My Hero Academia, Villain SI)

As much as I would have loved to get right into waifu hunting, I couldn't neglect all the ordinary but necessary activities involving a move to another country.

Unpacking my things and settling into my penthouse apartment was only the first step of my journey. Following that, I had to establish a working relationship with my local hacker associate and lawyers to ensure that they understood their responsibilities to me, among… other connections. Their services all paid for using the money made from selling gold and auctioning of 'heirloom' jewelry crafted using my [Stone Make] and [Transmutation] Quirk combo through hundreds of channels.

I was far from a billionaire, but having a net worth in the hundreds of millions (roughly dollar value) still made me fabulously wealthy.

Getting the chance to play the 'young crazy rich failed artist Gaijin that decided to move to Japan on a whim' role might just make 'Peter Grill' one of my favorite fake identities that I ever made.

Not that I could really tell what was my 'real' identity anymore. I have used so many faces and bodies that I can barely remember my default form.

Thankfully, I had mastered rapid shape-shifting to the point where I can pull off an eldritch-like transformation introduction scene to scare the shit out of people I approached, specifically those fellows that I 'lent' some Quirks to.

I say 'lent' as most of those people were idiots that just wanted some more power and I only wanted to see how my synthesized Quirks would interact with the native Quirked population. Needless to say, their stint with their new Quirks didn't last long, most of which didn't even require any intervention from my part for me to retrieve my Quirks.

Still, that reminds me, I really should find some long-term holders for my redundant B-Rank Quirks.

Just a handful of SS-Rank Quirks and a dozen of my useful S-Rank Quirks, created by fusing many similar Quirks and Quirks that helped 'complete' them together, would be more than enough for me to bring several countries to their knees. With hundreds of A-Rank Quirks and thousands of B-Rank Quirks I essentially had a Quirk that could fulfill any of my ordinary needs and wants.

But with well over ten thousand C-Rank Quirks and countless other near-useless Quirk components just sitting there collecting dust until I use them as synthesis materials? It really makes no sense to hoard them like a dragon.

I would get more mileage from giving someone a Quirk and letting them develop it, then taking it from them after they die of old age or an accident. While I was going to take a page from All For One, I wouldn't be following in his footsteps by demanding loyalty and being an asshole about it.

I didn't need pawns or minions. I have no interest in ruling over a country (again), an organization or the world, hence, I have no use for such things.

The only things I really needed was more powerful Quirks to play around with (OP Quirks like Overhaul and Rewind), any technological or Quirk related Macguffins (e.g. Nomu Research, that I-Island Quirk Enhancer) and some pretty girls to form my harem.

Oh! And to undermine all threats to my person such that the opposition would be too weak to undermine my ordinary, peaceful lifestyle too!

Yup. Yeah, that's right!

There was no need to become a cruel sadistic, wanton murderer to achieve my aims given that I could just take all the Quirks that could harm me, stack Intelligence Quirks to research even more OP technologies and become an unstoppable god-like being.

I wouldn't have been very satisfied from wasting lives that way either. That would cause my Quirk supply chain to fall into unsustainability!

Guess I should start looking into using a few of my Quirks to make my own island country. I need some place to live with my harem when I retire to become a god-like farmer that only visits the rest of the world to get a hold of the latest products and a fresh crop of best girls.

"Mnn, sounds good. Just gonna update the master plan then."

I got out of my comfy bed and walked over to the 'planning room' (dining room), finding the stack of A1 Size paper and marker pens. I lazily wrote "collect best girls", "become god", "upstage AFO and OFA so that no one ever contemplates suicide via me", "Retire to a farm and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe."

I smiled a little at the flawless plan and walked over to the balcony, watching the sun rise from the horizon as a new, peaceful day was about to begin.

"What a beautiful Hosu. Chew."

Hmm? Two beings are heading in this general direction at a high speed a couple of kilometers away. My scrying Quirk tracks the movement and shows me a costumed idiot running sideways along the buildings and-

-wait. Running on walls?

Holy shit, why haven't I done that yet? That looks like fun! Oh wait, this isn't MHA America, using Quirks in public for fun without hurting anyone is a big no-no.

It's too bad All Might isn't American enough to bring some true FREEDOM to this country. Neither does he just hand Izuku a gun and tell him that he can become a hero (by shooting everyone like Snipe). Apparently, he stops at just nuking Japan for the third time with his United States of Smash. How disappointing.

Anyways, he was followed by a flaming costumed idiot hot on his trail, quite literally since the guy's on fire. Oh right, while this is Ingenium territory, Endeavor occasionally operates here as well huh…

Mmm, while I'm pretty sure the whole civilian casualties and property damage accusations against Endeavor is just fanon, perpetuated by all the fangirl or Fujoshi authors that love Shouto, I'd rather not risk my home catching on fire.

I merely looked in the Villain/Vigilante's general direction and caused him to trip using a Telekinesis Quirk. Sure enough, Endeavor caught him easily after that, well over a kilometer from my home.

The captured individual sustained some minor injuries from his fall. Good for him! The last time I used that particular telekinesis Quirk I ended up squishing someone into chunky salsa during my 'one man army' days.

Accidentally. I just wanted to smash the head but I overdid it back then.

Guess my improvements in Quirk control has been outpacing my raw power increases lately.

That was most likely because I have recently created and started the resource accumulation process required to use my SS-Rank Mutant Quirk, [Azathoth]. I had always held back on Mutant Quirks as I didn't want to add any substandard mutations to my physiology while my body had been evolving passively thanks to my many Quirks and battles.

But then I finally mashed enough of mutant, transformation and various other type of Quirks to create what I could definitely call a 'being without weakness'. And with how much safer Japan is in comparison to other countries (thanks All Might) it seems like the perfect place to settle down for a couple of years until my mutation triggers.

A powerful mutation Quirk like that needs a lot of energy to trigger, even with my [Golden Spin Stockpile]'s excess generated energy being fed to [Azathoth] it would still take around 4-5 years for my Quirk to be fully ready.

A real shame as I really wanted to use the excess energy from my knock-off of Stockpile/One For All to power my other Quirks instead just to test my power.

But I suppose that can wait. I have all the time in the world.

It was time to begin Operation Babe Hunt (for the future)!

"-so Koyasu and his gang trashed my invention. Saying *hic* that I shouldn't even bother since *hic* there was no way I would win the competition because I was Quirkless!"

...After I listened to the woes of this sad guy cradling his broken machine that I sat next to on the train to a different city.

I may not care so much for other people but that didn't mean I should ignore opportunity knocking on the door. All For One did get the whole 'helping someone at their lowest' thing correct.

"Sounds like this guy is afraid of you and your talent, my boy." I rubbed his back as I consoled him, using some mental Quirks to amplify the effects of my actions while making me feel trustworthy, "So this Support Company funding this competition and the chance to visit I-Island is known for… discriminating against those without Quirks?"

"Well… the past winners all had Quirks even though, um, some of the other Quirkless competitors had better inventions."

"That's not right!"

"Yeah... but that's just the way it is."

"That may be how the world is, but we cannot say it's how the world should be."

"What can a…" The young man whose name I didn't even bother to get snarled hatefully as if recollecting the bog standard hateful memories of being discriminated against for lacking a Quirk, "Quirkless nobody… do about that?"

I smiled understandingly then isolated the space around us with a powerful illusion Quirk while sending a continuous 'ignore us' mental command with another.

"Well, you can infiltrate the Quirked folk, excel and then promote your views from there."

"Huh?"

"I can give you a Quirk."

I laced my voice with as many 'persuasion' effects that would be safe to use.

"W-what?! B-but that's-"

"Impossible? Oh, how little you know my boy…"

I made it seem as if we were now in a dark space with countless stars in the backdrop. With just enough light so that he could perceive my form, which I began to shift rapidly through several human, mutated human, animal, monster and eldritch shapes.

I improvised some random crap about how I had many names, forms and all that crap while engraving the experience into the man's mind. Once he wholeheartedly believed my bullshit I gave him a redundant Intelligence Quirk called [Tinkering], fixed his broken invention with a touch and then released the illusion.

Just in time to get off on my stop.

I left the grateful man after using [Taboo] to set limitations on what he could speak about me without my permission and with a telepathic message to hint about a 'late-bloomer Quirk activation expert' online or to Quirkless people he knew.

If things go well then I can have someone on I-Island and spread the word of my existence in a controlled manner.

"Now then… she should be walking through the park over there so let's set up by the lake."

Finding my target and ascertaining her plans for the day was a simple matter. With the Quirk [Search Engine] I could easily narrow down my targets based on keywords like my target's hair color, traits, age and more.

Then I used my scrying and long ranged telepathy Quirks to confirm their identity and plans for the day.

Having done so this morning I came extra prepared!

Setting up my easel, canvas, chair and other painter equipment by the large park's lake, I began to paint what was in front of me while keeping an eye on my target. Ready to make mental nudges to ensure she came towards my direction if required.

"Hey! Hey mister! Are you a painter? What's your style? You don't look like you're from around here, what country are you from? Are you American?" The cute 12 year old girl was already spamming questions at my side!

I didn't need to rig the encounter when Nejire's natural curiosity was doing all the work for me.

"Whoa there little miss! Yeah, art's my hobby, kinda a failed artist. Oil paintings? I'm European, kinda." I quickly answered her questions as I recovered from my mild surprise.

"You're painting even though you're a failed artist? Is that weird? Is that normal?"

"Apparently my drawing skills were 'unsatisfactory'."

"I can see that. It's not cute at all!"

Am I actually being insulted by a little girl?

"Cute? You want cute?! I'll show you cute!"

I cleaned my hands, took out my tablet computer, opened a saved file of my many Kirby drawings (I wanted to restart the franchise in this world) and colored it in front of her.

"So cuteeeee! What is this pink soft marshmallow thing?"

"It's name is Kirby. He's supposed to be a fluffy character that loves to eat and sleep, but can swallow things whole into his pocket dimension of a stomach, if he eats special enemies then he can copy their powers!"

I showed her sketches of Sword, Cupid and Fire Kirby. All of which she adored.

The girl with periwinkle hair and adorable face told me that I should make a line of toys out of it.

"Haha, I'll definitely do that in the future. I have got way too much money and not a lot of ways to use it. Starting a line of toys won't be too difficult."

"Whoa! So you're like, like, super rich?"

"Pretty much. I'm Peter Grill, your not-so-very average rich failed artist that came to Japan for a fresh start. And who might you be, little miss?"

"Hadou Nejire! Ah, or is it Nejire Hadou? Mama told me that westerners use their given names first and then their last names second… Hadou is my family name by the way, but you can call me Nejire-chan!"

"I'll do that then Nejire-chan. Say, do you have a phone? I can send all my artworks to you and you can give me feedback on them."

"Sure big-bro!"

I feel like I had gotten caught up by Nejire's pace instead.

Guess this is what happens when I don't bother scripting my encounters. Mmm, really should have brought some coffee with me.

"Anyways, since you've been such a nice girl, I'll treat you to some snacks I brought with me."

"They're all great!"

I stared at her stuffed mouth, dirtied hands and my opened snacks in despair.

"You already ate it all!"

I wanted to eat them too!

Grr... Just you wait till you're older and ready to 'consent', I'll be ready to pay you back for every evil you have committed against me.

One month later...

I ended up making a trip to Nejire's home city every other day and placing myself on whichever path she used to walk home from. I had to be creative and flexible since she's been exploring all sorts of different routes or changes them on the fly if something catches her eye.

"Ta-da! A Cannon Kirby! Look, you can take Kirby out of the cannon and put him back in too." I demonstrated the plush toy that I made using my Quirks, which actually took some effort since I hadn't invested the time to make and use a low-power, high-skill combination of Quirks just to make a soft toy.

I was already trying to train my Quirks unlike All For One who mostly rely on stealing new powerful Quirks. I hadn't managed to slot in anytime to practice using these kinds of Quirks.

"Yay! You're the best big bro! I can't wait to show Mama! Oh, oh… yeah! They asked me to invite you for dinner, said they wanted to talk about… stuff? They didn't seem very happy for some reason."

That's to be expected. After all, who would stand for their cute daughter suddenly talking about a really friendly strange foreigner giving her gifts? It sounds suspicious as hell.

Their suspicions are, of course, completely correct. But I'm about to 'persuade' them so hard that they'll trust me to buy Nejire a fancy apartment for when she moves over to another town to attend U.A. High School and 'take care of her' by then.

"Kyaa?!"

"You're friends with this girl right? If you don't want her bleeding over the floor then you better give me all your gold!"

What the… where did this idiot come from?

I did register someone moving in our direction, yet my Quirk senses (which I was more attuned with) came out empty so I ignored it… damn it, this guy is Quirkless! What a blunder!

"Wh-what gold?"

"Big bro!"

"...You're literally wearing it all over you, heck, even your watch is gold!"

I hadn't noticed that. Why did I do that again… oh wait, yeah, I wanted some gifts on hand in case there was someone in need that I could help to build up my positive karma.

Seeing Nejire's worried (scared?) expression made me feel… insulted. Angered, furious even… this powerless any was threatening what's mine?

This was a Shounen Manga universe. Killing Intent was a thing.

However, I'm not a naturally malicious person, I don't even feel much from killing at all. I wasn't actually capable of emitting killing intent when everyone was so far beneath me that killing others felt more like swatting a fly than anything else.

But I had a ton of mental Quirks that I could use to achieve the same effect.

The knife to my girl's throat fell to the ground just a second before the little worm tumbled over and vomited the content of his stomach in horror.

"Nejire! Let's go!"

"R-right!"

Just as I thought it was going to be a clean escape, a couple of other punks dressed in a similar manner to the guy on the floor started shouting at us.

"Nejire-chan, I'm going to send you home now okay? I'll let you know when I'm okay."

"Big bro, what are you saying-"

I tossed her through a portal right into her bedroom, then closed it up just as she reached out to me as if she would succeed in dragging an adult through the small distance with her child-level strength.

"Haa… now, I could just wipe their memories of this event and let things go buuuuut... old habits die hard."

[Invisible Providence] manifests unseen hands to strangle the life out of the weaklings.

"Here we go again."