CHAPTER 3
As the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, a majestic presence began to unfold in front of Izuku. "Allow me to introduce you to the esteemed company here today," the ethereal voice boomed, echoing like a deep drum across the ethereal realm. Rising above the gathering, the first figure floated gracefully, bathed in an otherworldly golden light. His visage was captivating—a radiant sun incarnate, long silky strands of white hair cascading like a waterfall of shimmering moonlight. His piercing gray eyes held the depths of a thousand dawns, while his masculine form radiated indomitable strength and authority. "I am Parma, the god of life," he declared, a warm yet commanding cadence filling the space.
"With me are noble deities, each a cornerstone of existence: Zues, the thunderous god of lightning, whose fury commands the storm; Sinos, luminous god of the sun, illuminating our path with unwavering brilliance; Luna, ethereal goddess of the moon, nurturing secrets of the night; Jasper, the radiant god of light, banishing shadows; Kraken, the enigmatic god of darkness, cloaked in mystery; Nineda, the profound goddess of death, who guards the threshold; Krisha, the gentle goddess of love, weaving hearts together; Aires, the spirited god of the air, breathing life into every whisper; Melody, the harmonious goddess of sound, crafting symphonies of existence; Pyro, the fiery god of flame, igniting passion; Gaia, the nurturing goddess of earth, grounding us in her embrace; Hydrothena, the fluid goddess of water, flowing with grace; and finally, Vamprine, the shadowy god of blood, threading life and fate together."
He paused, allowing the weight of their divine presence to settle upon the young man before them. "All these powerful beings surround you, while others attend to their duties in realms unknown, but rest assured, you will encounter them in due time."
Izuku stood entranced, a mere mortal amidst these omnipotent figures. The radiance they exuded was beyond the comprehension of a mind untethered by the weight of a solitary existence. How could it be? He, a self-proclaimed loner and quirkless human, found himself enveloped in a scene that felt plucked from a fantastical dream. "Izuku Midoriya, son of Hasahi Midoriya and Inko Midoriya, you are the last human destined to ascend into godhood," Parma's voice boomed once more, reverberating within him, a sound both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Huh?" He could hardly process the magnitude of what he was hearing. "C-can y-you r-repeat what y-you j-just said?"
"Time is of the essence, child!" snapped Nineda, her voice gravelly and commanding. "Enough with the pleasantries! Get on with it, Parma. We have no time to waste! If only the god of time and space were among us…"
With a firm nod, Parma concluded, "It is time to commence the ceremony." Suddenly, the world around Izuku felt like a whirlwind, dizzying and electrifying. Gods moved around him, their melodious chants blending into a symphony that transcended normal comprehension. Brilliant hues of light danced around, coalescing into a colossal orb, a mesmerizing tapestry of colors that seemed to pulse with divine energy.
"Since humanity's first foray into technology, we have needed a mortal to oversee these changes," intoned Cratos, god of craft, his voice booming with authority. "However, progress has been hampered by the emergence of meta abilities. You, Izuku, are deemed worthy to carry this mantle."
With an intense gaze, he continued, "Now, stretch forth your trembling hands and receive the essence of the gods. You shall become like us—the god of techno."
Overwhelmed yet resolute, Izuku extended his trembling hands toward the radiant sphere. As he did, he felt its warmth envelop him like a comforting embrace, flowing tenderly into his veins. But then, the experience turned harrowing. A surge of power coursed through him, igniting a fiery tempest within. Exquisite agony erupted as he screamed—his very being seemed to unravel as he gasped for breath. He felt himself grow taller, his muscles gaining definition and strength. Streaks of electric blue, radiant yellow, and deep black marbled into his once-familiar green locks, transforming his hair into an intricate tapestry of color.
In the eye of this tumult, a holographic screen materialized above him, illuminating the chaos with intricate coding languages cascading like waterfalls of knowledge. It was overwhelming and sublime, a cacophony of enlightenment that promised to unravel the mysteries of existence. In that moment, Izuku Midoriya stood not just as a boy, but as a blossoming deity, caught between the realms of mortality and divinity, on the brink of endless possibilities.
Izuku stood at the precipice of his destiny, a whirlwind of emotions churning within him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity of struggles and setbacks, a sense of power surged through his veins like wildfire, igniting a spark of hope he'd thought extinguished forever. But reality came crashing in, pulling him back with the weight of a harsh truth.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, kid," Pyro announced with the gravity of a seasoned warrior, his voice unwavering, "but you'll need to endure intensive training just to scratch the surface of what we can do." His words were blunt, yet they rang with the wisdom of experience.
"And Pyro speaks wisely," echoed the imposing figure of Zeus, the ancient god himself, whose presence seemed to darken the very skies above. "Being a god doesn't grant you invincibility, kid. You'll come here weekly, under our supervision, to hone your abilities. But first, let's ascertain where you stand. Gaia, summon the arena!"
As if a whispered command from the cosmos, the earth beneath Izuku stirred and trembled. The ground shifted and swelled, elevating him to face the god of thunder—lightning crackling ominously around Zeus like a celestial crown. Everything felt like a fever dream, surreal and overwhelming; this was a realm where legends walked and power was palpable.
"Let the battle begin!" a voice boomed, resonating through the heavens, and Izuku didn't just hear it—he felt it reverberate through his very soul. With a deep breath, he steadied himself, ready to confront his fears. He lifted his hands, feeling a torrent of energy waiting just beneath his skin, begging for release. This was it—a moment that could forge a new reality.
Tiny specks of black sand began to seep from his pores, swirling around him like a mini storm. In that instant, calculations flickered in his mind—he envisioned his first creation: a plasma ray, born of the sun's untamed energy, harnessed and refined into a weapon of pure potential. As the plasma formed, vibrant and alive, Zeus raised a brow, his expression a mix of intrigue and condescension.
"Well, not bad for a first attempt," he remarked, the air humming with electricity as dark clouds rolled in, swallowing the once bright sky.
Izuku felt the power well up within him, resonating with his instincts. It was exhilarating, and as if choreographed, he spun and twirled the plasma rays in his grip. This felt like his true calling. With a fierce determination igniting in his heart, he leaped into action, aiming the plasma ray with precision fiercely set in his eyes.
With a swift motion, he unleashed a torrent of plasma blasts, a dazzling array of light streaking through the heavy air. However, Zeus, ever the deity of storms, swatted away Izuku's attacks as if they were mere insects, a mockery dancing on his lips.
"Is this truly all your pathetic self can muster?" Zeus taunted, his voice laced with derision, but Izuku could feel something within him rising, ready to roar back against the inevitable tide. This was just the beginning, and he was ready to defy the odds, to transform this battle into a testament of his newfound strength.
A/N:hey guys i finally get to upload another chapter. See u on next three days...