Arata and his team stood inside the hall where Arata had fought Flect Turn, gathered calmly as if they hadn't just dismantled a global catastrophe.
"That's everyone," David Shield said, exhaling as he adjusted the glove on his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he dropped the final marble into a large reinforced container labeled Villain Container.
The faint clink echoed through the hall, marking the end of Humarise's forces. "All accounted for."
"Good." Arata said as his gaze shifted towards Manami Aiba, who was already working at a portable console set up beside the massive machine Humarise had used. "Aiba, are the broadcasts ready?"
Aiba didn't even look up at first, her fingers flying across the interface as streams of data scrolled rapidly. "They are ready," she replied confidently, pushing her glasses up slightly as a faint smirk formed. "I've overridden global channels. Once we go live… the whole world will see it."
One by one, the members of Nova Genesis began putting on their masks, their postures shifting as they stepped into position.
Behind them, the black flag bearing the supernova emblem was raised high, its fabric rippling slightly from the airflow of the damaged hall.
Kaina leaned slightly toward Melissa, her voice low and curious. "Why are we posing like this?"
Melissa folded her wings behind her as she whispered back with a small grin, "Because Arata wants us to look cool. This time it's not just Japan. We're going live to the whole world."
Kaina blinked once, then gave a quiet chuckle. "Fair enough."
Across the globe, chaos had been reaching its peak.
People ran through streets, sirens blared endlessly, and heroes struggled to evacuate civilians while desperately searching for the bombs Humarise had planted.
Fear gripped every corner of the world as the countdown ticked closer and closer to zero.
And then—The timer stopped.
Screens across every country flickered violently. The countdown glitched, numbers distorting before vanishing entirely.
On every television, phone, and digital screen across the world, a new scene appeared.
Masked figures Seated in formation like rulers observing their domain.
Behind them, the black flag of Nova Genesis stood tall, the supernova symbol burning into the eyes of every viewer.
Recognition spread like wildfire among people.
"It's them!"
"Nova Genesis!?"
"Isn't that the revolutionary organization in Japan!?"
At the center of the formation, the demon-masked figure leaned slightly forward.
"Hello everyone."
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable presence that silenced millions instantly.
"Let me introduce myself." He paused just enough for the tension to settle deeper.
"My name is Novabel," he continued, his gaze piercing directly into the camera as if he were staring into every single person watching.
"Leader of Nova Genesis. We are a revolutionary group situated in Japan that uproot corruption." A subtle motion of his hand followed.
Beside him, the snake-masked figure stepped forward and tossed a marble onto the ground.
The moment it hit—Gasps erupted worldwide.
The marble expanded, reshaping into a body of a bruised and unconscious form of Flect Turn.
Flect Turn lay at Novabel's feet.
The same man who had, mere minutes ago, threatened the destruction of the entire population of quirked people, now reduced to nothing more than a defeated figure.
Shock turned into disbelief.
"Impossible!"
"He… already stopped him?!"
"Since our group preaches about revolution against corruption," Novabel continued, "how could we step aside and let a group of idiots like these perform genocide for such a stupid reason… a reason that still stems from corruption of society?"
Murmurs spread everywhere. Confusion, anger and curiosity burned in everyone's minds.
Before anyone could process further, the snake-masked figure compressed Flect Turn back into a marble, as if proving just how insignificant he now was.
Novabel leaned back slightly, continuing as if narrating an undeniable truth.
"Flect Turn started this entire genocide… because he couldn't control his own quirk."
The reaction was immediate.
"What?!"
"That's it?!"
"Are you serious?!"
Outrage exploded across the globe.
"And all of this," Novabel went on, his voice lowering slightly, growing heavier with each word, "could have been avoided, if society and the government had properly guided people like him."
Silence followed. A dangerous kind of silence. The kind where people start thinking.
"There have been countless proposals," Novabel continued, spreading his arms slightly, "to create quirk gyms. Places where individuals could train, control, and understand their abilities freely."
Some people frowned in confusion while many started connecting the dots.
"But those proposals," he added sharply, "were rejected. Repeatedly."
"Why?" he asked, his tone now almost mocking.
He didn't wait for an answer. "Because if people learned to control their quirks… they wouldn't need heroes as much."
"Less hero activity means less hero taxes to rebuild the damages from villain attacks. This will lead to the corrupt people unable to get money from the taxes into their own pockets."
"Less dependency on heroes means less control over civilians."
"And control," Novabel finished, "is something the government does not want to lose."
Murmurs turned louder as anger began to rise.
People started questioning. Started doubting the government.
As if sealing the argument, the screen split into multiple windows.
Documents.
Files.
Names.
Evidence flooded the internet in real time.
"These," Novabel said calmly, "are the individuals who opposed the creation of quirk gyms. Government officials. HPSC members. Influential figures."
Sweat appeared on the faces of leaders across the world.
This wasn't just a speech anymore. This was exposure to many crimes they had committed in the dark.
"Think about it," Novabel continued, his voice now echoing with quiet intensity. "What would have happened… if we hadn't intervened?"
Images of Paris flashed in people's minds as only one word echoed in their heart.
Death.
"The world would have lost millions," he said. "And all of it… could have been avoided."
He spread his arms wide, as if addressing humanity itself.
"So I ask of you, Protect yourselves. Fight against those who misuse their power. Remind your governments that they are nothing more than servants to the people!"
The effect was immediate.
Cheers erupted as Protests reignited.
Voices grew louder than ever before. Across cities, across nations… something had awakened.
Heroes stood frozen, watching in disbelief. Some clenched their fists. Others lowered their heads. A single question echoed silently among them. 'Are we on the wrong side?'
In government buildings across the world, panic spread like wildfire.
Leaders shouted as orders were given. "This organization needs to be eradicated!"