Few hours later, a weary Adam blinked awake inside the pitch-black freezer. The fishy stench hit him instantly, curling his nose. He let out a small, self-deprecating laugh.
"I was hoping all this khra (shit) was just a realistic nightmare…"
In the end, he could only mutter, "Alhamdulillah (thanks god)… for everything."
The suffocating darkness pressed around him, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted to the things he couldn't control: home, family, the life he had left behind. He clenched his fists.
'No. Not now. What matters now is survival. As long as I survive, I can return home one day. First… shelter. For now this freezer will do. Needs cleaning, sure, and I have to curl in it like a sardine, but it's better than freezing my ass off at night. I bet the beach becomes cold AF.'
'Second: food. There must be sea creatures. although I hate fish, I hate seafood... except oysters! but beggars can't be choosers.'
'Third: integration. I need to learn Japanese, improve my appearance, or else situations like earlier will keep happening… with even worse consequences.'
Adam inhaled deeply, and almost got chocked by the fishy stench.
"Alright, motherfu...ahem... alien Japanese world… Hantakour‑sama is HERE! I'll Show you what a Moroccan Muslim Boy is capable of! I Come, I Adapt, I Conquer!!!"
He slowly propped up the freezer lid, moving like a soldier escaping enemy territory.
He needed to check if anything or anyone was waiting outside.
After ten long minutes of observation and using the observation haki he cultivated from sleepless nights training his Qilin arm secretly at night, while being on guard against sneak attacks from family members. since he sleeps in the living room.
"Safe… but let's not lower our defenses."
He slipped outside.
The sun was still high, blazing over him. By instinct he guessed it was around 10 or 11 AM.
Left, right, no people. The road in the distance was nearly empty, only the occasional car passing by.
Only the mountains of junk and a colony of seagulls stared back at him.
"Potential Food, but i have to be smart and set up traps instead of scaring them away."
First order of action: clean the sand off his body and clothes.
"Damn, bro… with all this sand I look more alien than the aliens. No wonder they were scared of me. But still, that was racist!"
After cleaning himself, Adam rummaged through the junk for a bottle or barrel. He found a squished 5‑liter bottle and forced it back into shape.
"Sigh… rummaging through garbage… brings back memories."
Adam's mind drifted back to his childhood. Back then, poverty had been a constant companion, he and his family lived in a cramped shantytown beside a sprawling landfill. He remembered roaming the towering piles of trash with his friends, scavenging for anything of value, scraps of bronze wire, bits of cardboard, discarded trinkets. Every find felt like a hidden treasure. They would sell the recyclables for a few dirhams, just enough to treat themselves to a few hours at the internet café, a small taste of freedom in a world that had very little to give.
He headed toward the sea, the second task is to fetch water, to cleanse his house, the freezer.
He carried the water bottle to the shore.
"Ohh, lucky again! Fishes! Tiny, like my fingers, but there are so many…" Adam's eyes lit up with excitement. A thrill ran through him, the same rush he'd felt the first time he discovered a new game, figuring out its rules, exploring its world. Only now, the game was real life, and the stakes weren't points or achievements, they were survival.
"I don't know why… but I feel happy. My African ancestors' survival genes, suppressed by modern cities carefree life, are finally awakening and clapping for me."
PAT PAT PAT PAT
" HOO HOO HAA HAA!!! I'M THE HANTAKOUR‑SAMA!! I'LL FUCKING SURVIVE!"
Adam start pounding his chest like a gorilla( well, he is more like a chimpanzee), roaring victoriously, venting out all of his frustration… and scaring off half the seagull population.
"SHIIIIT! MY LUNCH!! COME BACK!!!"
Despair washed over him as the seagulls fled.
"They'll return. They must return. You'll never escape my tagine!"
(a tagine is a North African clay cooking pot. Put meat and veggies inside, slow‑cook it, and BOOM, the best lunch that you will never get tired of.)
Comforting himself, Adam made his way back, humming random tones.
The worries about his family, the future, and where he would live pressed on him, but Adam, simple-minded as he was, decided to leave everything in God's hands. He would do what he could, and leave what he couldn't to God.
"who did? God Did!!!" out of nowhere this Line popped in his mind and he blurted it out, it felt suitable for this situation.
This was the enlightenment he received inside the freezer, after letting go of all his guilt.
Sure enough, with a clean, pure heart, he began to see things clearly, appreciating their true value. A deep sense of serenity settled over him, as if no matter what storm he faced, he could endure it.
"Bring it on! nothing can affect me!"
Marching back to his freezer, Adam didn't notice the green glass shard hiding under the sand.
He stepped on it.
"AY AY AY AYYYYYYYYYYY!" Adam bounced like a frightened cat.
It felt like someone shoved a burning needle straight into his foot. Pain signals exploded in his brain.
He crouched, tears leaking out unconsciously, dropped the bottle, and checked his foot. A small nail‑sized shard of green glass was half-embedded into his flesh.
"Hiiisss…I need to remove it before it goes deeper."
Eyes sharpening with resolve, he grabbed the shard and yanked it out.
"AAAHHH!!"
A fresh wave of pain assaulted him. He squeezed the wound to force out blood, terrified of leftover fragments or bacteria bullying his pirated immune system.
Red blood oozed. He gritted his teeth, washed the wound with seawater, the salt made it burn like hell.
Tff Tff
He spat lightly some of his saliva into his hand, pressed it on the wound, and started reciting Surah Al-Fatiha.
"Bismi Allah Al Rahmani Al Rahim..." (In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful)
His saliva contained powerful potent bacteria, if you don't believe it, try to smell his breath, you will faint instantly.
he was using this to counteract any infection, yeah, fight poison with poison.
At the same time, he chanted Surah Al-Fatiha, a chapter of the Qur'an known for its healing properties. Many people recite it over injured areas to relieve pain, headaches, and other ailments, and praised it's miraculous effect.
"Which "Wld Lhram" (bastard) breaks beer bottles on a beach?! This is a deliberate attempt to harm humanity! What if kids stepped on this? These Japanese aliens aren't as civilized as the ones in my world!"
He ripped off a piece of his tank top and bandaged the wound.
"Now I look homeless… oh wait...I AM homeless!!! Yohohohoooo...I want to cry… but no time. I need footwear, and I need to clean this battlefield of dangers!"
Hoping on one leg, he went Back to scavenging. After half an hour, he found two mismatched shoes.
Now armed with shoes, Adam picked up a pipe and started plowing the sand like an angry farmer, hunting hidden glass shards.
"This place definitely attracts drunk people… so many glass pieces! And the worst part? They're hiding under the sand like landmines!"
He collected every shard carefully into a cardboard box. It was time‑consuming, but he insisted.
Reason one: he didn't want to step on glass again.
He will live in this area, he can't be always wearing shoes, he will also go from time to time to swim and come back to burry himself in the hot sand, he heard it has a good effect on alleviating back and neck. pains, which he suffers from because of the long hours he spend sitting on chair.
Reason two: kids might play here (probably not, but still he can't ignore the possibility.)
Reason three…
"This is my first good deed in this world. I hope Allah sends me good news for it."
His true motivation was simple: he believed that doing good deeds would bring blessings, whether in this life or the hereafter.
and he needs divine help asap now!
After an intense hour of cleaning from the junk area to the shoreline, Adam sat down leaning on the freezer.
As he sat down, he remembered the story of Prophet Moses (peace be upon him). After fleeing Egypt to escape punishment for an accidental killing, Moses arrived in the land of Madyan, exhausted and hungry. Near the city's well, he observed a group of shepherds watering their flocks. Standing apart from them were two women holding back their sheep.
Moses, showing compassion and chivalry, asked them why they were waiting. They explained that they could not approach the well until the men were finished, as the other shepherds were numerous, and their father was a very old man who couldn't perform the strenuous task.
Out of kindness, Moses stepped forward and watered the women's flocks for them, without asking for any reward.
He then withdrew to the shade of a tree and made a heartfelt supplication to Allah:
"Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer."
"My Lord! Truly, I am in need of whatever good that You bestow on me!" (Qur'an 28:24).
Later, the women returned and invited him to meet their father. After hearing Moses's story, the father offered him a home, work, and eventually one of his daughters in marriage. Through one sincere act of kindness, one sincere prayer, Allah granted him safety, a family, and a livelihood.
Adam raised his hands.
"i fulfilled the conditions to do this dua, first do good deed, check, then pray..."
"Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer."
"Ya rabbi (oh my god)… send me a beautiful, human, rich wife, maybe someone saw me secretly cleaning this beach. Or at least someone kind who feels pity. I don't mind older women…"
"Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer…" he kept repeating it, since he has nothing to do now. but suddenly, he stopped.
His eyes widened.
He rubbed them.
his mouth opened wide.
For a moment he genuinely thought he was hallucinating… or suffering from a heat stroke.
"A'oudhu billah min ash‑shaytan ir‑rajim!!"
("I seek refuge in Allah from Satan, the accursed/outcast one")
Something golden was rising from the sand, right from the area he had cleaned.
Golden particles gathered into a swirling mist… then condensed into a glowing orb.
It floated.
Then, slowly, deliberately, it started gliding toward him.
"Jinn!!! This is definitely Jinn!!! I was correct! finally it showed its true colors! The culprit that kidnapped me! Damn! It's coming here!! RUN!!!!"
Adam sprinted at full speed, kicking clouds of sand behind him.
The orb shifted directions and followed.
From a bystander perspective, they will only see a young boy in a torn tank top, sand‑stained shorts, running for his life across the coast.
running from nothing.
apparently, the golden orb is only visible to him alone.
Adam lasted… two minutes.
Exactly two.
They say the duration you can sprint at full speed equals the time you can spend with your wife in bed. By that metric, our Adam deserves every bit of his protagonist status!
Then
"HHHHHAAAA HHHHHAAAA ..."
He collapsed to his knees, wheezing like a dying engine.
The orb calmly floated toward him.
Adam, drenched in sweat and terror, clutched his chest and began reciting every verse he could remember.
"YA RABBB SAVE ME FROM THIS JINN..."
He tried crawling backward, but his limbs were noodles, weak, trembling, useless.
This day he had experienced so many things, and had been running for his life since he woke up, not to mention he had just done an intensive cleaning task, and hadn't eaten anything!
it's a miracle he can still stand and it's even more wonderful that he can sprint for two minutes!
He literally squeezed his potential and surpassed his limits again and again, always going Plus Ultra!
The orb came closer.
Closer.
"Stay away from me!!!"
This slow approach tortured Adam's spirit. It was like watching, helplessly, the countdown of a bomb about to explode, with no way to stop it.
The only thing he could do was wave his hands wildly, throwing sand like a panicked child trying to scare off a ghost.
but his efforts were futile.
The orb phased through his hands… through the sand… through everything.
It touched him.
And slid effortlessly into his chest.
"AHHH I'M DYING..." Adam Screamed, clutching his chest.
Then...
"huh?" Adam froze.
"…Did I die?"
He waited.
No pain.
No burning.
No possession.
No whisper of "sell your soul" or "bring me seven goats".
Instead.
A soft ding echoed in his mind.
And a blue translucent screen appeared before his eyes.
[HERO SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Adam blinked.
"…Ha?"
Another line appeared.
[Because of your sincere good deed and heroic intention, the Hero System has recognized you.]
"…Ha?????"
Then the final line:
[Welcome, Adam Al‑Hantakour. Your journey as a Hero begins now.]
Adam stared at the familiar blue holographic interface. He knew this sight. He had seen it thousands of times...
in webnovels, manhuas, fanfics!
He had even made systems like this for his own stories.
So he knew exactly what this 'system' thing means.
He could hear it, he could see it, "Arise!!! MY Life is Gonna ARISE!!!!"
Adam's brown eyes widened, shining with overflowing excitement, hope, and expectation.
"I..I..I...Ya Rab, I didn't expect the blessing would come instantly!!!"
"ALHAMDULILAH!!!!"
He quickly determined west, since he is in Japan, the east of Mecca, the qibla (direction of prayer) should be in the west, and knelt on the hot sand, His eyes and mouth were full of grit, but he was too ecstatic, too grateful, to care.
He stood up, lifted his index finger to the sky, and shouted with all the strength in his lungs:
"TAKBIRRRRRR!!!"
"AllahU Akbar!!!"
"TAKBIRRRRRR!!!"
"AllahU Akbar!!!"
Fortunately, the beach was empty, or else he would've been tackled by the FBI assuming he is going to explode or something.
After performing the necessary politeness and showing his gratitude, Adam sat on the sand and asked excitedly:
"Hero System? Hello? Can you please tell me what you are? Are you the one who brought me here? And why? How do I return home?"
He waited with a huge smile.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Thirty.
A minute.
Not a single ding.
His smile slowly faded.
"Konishowa, system-san, System-Sama? Do I need to speak Japanese for you to understand me or what? should i call You Daddy System? Grandpa System? Hello?"
Silence.
"Playing the cold and mysterious system, huh? Fine. I'll figure it out on my own."
"I've read too many novels and manhuas, and wrote so many fanfics. Even without a system, I know how to use one! Look at me… STATUS!!!"
He yelled the classic command every protagonist uses.
The previous blue screen vanished, another appeared instantly.
"See!!! Ore wa Hantakour-sama, the smartest otaku in existence! This kind of difficulty is a piece of cake for me."
Name : Adam Al Hantakour
Age : 15
Hero Rank : F (1/10,000 Exp)
Heroic Titles : none
Superpowers: none
Skills: none
Items : none
Gacha : 1 (tap to buy)
Missions : (tap to see)
Merits : 0
Adam, a veteran webnovel reader and newbie fanfiction writer, needed only one glance to understand the system's structure.
"Hero rank, heroic titles, missions, Gacha, merits…"
Adam lifted imaginary glasses on the bridge of his nose and tapped his chin, connecting dots like Detective Conan.
"Apparently the Hero System wants me to be some kind of hero. Through doing heroic things, probably listed under missions, I can earn merits and probably Exp to increase my hero rank."
"that gacha thing, superpowers, skills, items all come from it. And since it says 'tap to buy,' gacha chances are bought with merits. Hmm, seems the system is generous and gave me a free roll… the newbie gift package huh. Or a hook to make me spend everything on gacha."
"Tsk, boring. Easy to guess. The systems I made in my fanfics were more complicated than this."
Adam could be stupid in many things, but when it came to creativity, fiction, and imagination, he knew he was one of the best.
Without pride or arrogance, just fact.
"But… how am I going to go back home? There's no 'world travel' or anything. Seriously, what's happening here?"
Panic began creeping up his throat. He had pinned all his hope on this system for a way home, yet none of the functions hinted at it.
"Hmm… maybe I need to increase my hero rank? Or maybe the gacha will give me some kind of world-traveling reward?"
Still, Adam refused to give up hope.
"Hero System… I don't know who made you. Maybe you are a gift from God, or something else. I don't know why you chose me. I don't have the desire nor the confidence to become an honorable hero. I'm a selfish, cowardly, irresponsible person. But my hope of reuniting with my family, even if slim, lies with you. So I'll do my best to achieve your wish."
He tapped open the missions section, in hope to gain some information.
He wasn't in a hurry to see the gacha.
…He was lying.
He was absolutely dying to open the gacha. But sometimes leaving the best for last makes the anticipation sweeter, and the dopamine hit explosive.
So Always keep the best thing for last.
A new screen popped beside the previous one.
"Huh? There's only one mission?"
Missions :
Clean Takoba Municipal Beach Park
Mission Difficulty : F
Mission Description :
Takoba Municipal Beach Park used to be a clean, beautiful scenic spot,
A place families gathered, kids played, and depressed people and lonely dogs came to watch couples.
A breathing space for Musutafu's citizens.
But junk accumulated over the years,
either drifted by ocean currents or thrown by irresponsible citizens.
The government isn't paying attention.
Heroes don't care.
Your goal is to clean the park, remove all the junk, and restore this breathing space for the citizens of Musutafu City.
Task Reward : 100 merits
Task Penalty : None
After reading the description carefully, Adam, sharp-minded when it came to things he cared about, caught a single word out of place.
"Heroes? So this world does have superpowers… hmm… that explains the alien-like people I saw. Probably Superpowers must be the norm here, and they alter people's appearances. And since heroes exist, villains must exist too. So… I was brought to a world where heroism is a profession? That's dangerous. And exciting."
His eyes darkened slightly.
"I always dreamed of being like Superman, not to save people, but to feel extraordinary, to show off, to beat bullies, to impress girls…"
He inhaled sharply.
"But since that massacre on my fellow brothers and sisters happened… since my eyes opened to real evil, worse than in fictions, I just wished I had the power to defend them. To avenge them. To destroy those inhuman demons. To inflict pain and humiliation on them like they inflicted upon the innocent. I'm not a saint, nor a prophet. I can't forgive. I can't forget!"
He exhaled slowly.
"tsk..." Adam suddenly stopped, his feelings which had been suppressed in the bottom of his heart, got triggered by the simple word, HERO.
"Alright. Let's check this gacha. At least maybe I'll get something to help me survive here. Some OP power, a heaven-defying treasure, a bloodline, a fate-changing technique… hell, even a beautiful strong bodyguard woman would be fine, hehehehe…"
He tapped the gacha section.
The new window is simple, it's like a list.
First on the list, a plain black wooden box icon. besides it reads :
F-Rank Gacha : Minimum 10 Merits — Maximum 100 Merits.
Below it several other Treasure box, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS...all of them were dimed, the information about them is hidden, he couldn't see their price. He guessed because he doesn't have the corresponding heroic rank to use them.
But Adam's eyes didn't linger there, Instead, they locked onto the last colorful glowing treasure box at the bottom of the list.
Ex-Rank Gacha : Minimum 1,000,000,000,000 Merits — Maximum : Infinity. (Free Chance To Draw)
Adam's heart hammered like a festival drum.
"E-E-EX RANK Gacha!! Damn it!!! it cost 1 Billion or is it Trillion? i don't even know what this number is...i just know i can't probably get it unless i saved the whole world. the rewards must be cheat level! i'm sure! that's how most novels i read are wrote!"
He swallowed.
His finger trembled.
He pressed the colorful box icon.
A low hum vibrated through the air.
Then...
A treasure chest of impossible colors materialized before him, floating gracefully above the sand. It wasn't simply "colorful." It was as if someone had opened a crack into the unseen spectrum behind reality.
The chest radiated an ancient, sacred, mythical aura.
Adam felt as if he were standing before a heavenly artifact lowered from the Heavenly realms.
His breath caught.
His skin tingled.
"…This… this could change everything...maybe, Maybe the hope, The way to Return home, Lay within this treasure chest!"
He could feel it. His moment. His rise. His chance.
But instead of opening it, Adam stepped back, steadied his trembling hands, and looked toward the ocean.
"No… I must not act blindly. What if I draw something like: 'Thank you for your participation, please try again later'? I've read this in countless novels and always laughed at the MC's bad luck, but if it happens to me, my tears will flood this whole beach."
He walked to the waves.
The sea was calm, The salt wind cooled the tremor in his chest.
Adam performed wudu (ablution)
washing his hands, mouth, nose, face, arms, wetting his head, cleansing his ears then finally feet, each gesture calming him, centering him, grounding him.
Then, on the sand, he prayed two raka'at, the ocean murmuring behind him.
He prayed devoutly, first thanking God for His blessings and gifts, then shamelessly asking for more. He asked for protection, for a reward that could help him survive in this dangerous new world, and for a path that might one day lead him back home.
As he prayed, Adam felt a quiet realization settle in his heart.
"I was brought to a world filled with superpowers… maybe it's connected to the wishes I made when I was younger, when I used to obsess over having powers. I don't know. But I was also given this Hero System… It has to be a test. Maybe if I do well, if I use these gifts for good, maybe then… I can return home."
Finishing his prayers, Adam sent salutations upon the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him. It was something he carried from his old world, a small act that had rescued him more times than he could count.
Whenever he faced a problem that seemed impossible, whenever he found himself paralyzed by a dilemma, whenever life cornered him with fears he didn't know how to face… he would set aside an hour and simply repeat those salutations.
And somehow, every single time, the heaviness in his chest eased.
His worries thinned.
His anxiety and depression faded like mist under the sun.
The problems haunting him unraveled in unexpected ways, doors opening he never thought existed. And the choices he agonized over… he always ended up choosing the right one, as if guided.
There was something miraculous in that. Something quietly divine.
And the stories he'd heard from others, people who repeated it in great numbers and witnessed things that defied logic, only deepened that belief.
Their tales weren't just coincidences, they felt like glimpses of the unseen, small supernatural mercies woven into ordinary lives.
He recited:
"Allahumma salli wa sallim 'ala Sayyidina Muhammad."
(O Allah, send Your prayers and peace upon our prophet Muhammad.)
He repeated it, letting the words carry his hopes, his fears, his longing for blessings.
Only then he walked back to the chest.
"Bismillah…" (in the name of Allah)
He opened it.
The chest burst with dazzling brilliance that almost blinded him.
Light didn't simply shine from the chest, it erupted.
From the very center of that holy brilliance…
a Rune rose.
It was majestic.
Terrifying.
Sacred in a way that made the heart tremble.
It looked like a condensation of the laws that govern existence, condensed into a shape that defied shape, shifting geometry folding into itself, and yet always complete.
As if It didn't belong to this world. Or maybe the world was repelling it but it can't, It shimmered between existence and nonexistence.
Every hum it released bent the air with thunderous pressure.
hairline cracks rippling outward like an invisible earthquake...as if the Whitebeard himself had slammed his fist into the air with his full devil fruit power unleashed.
Adam's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
His throat dried.
His skin crawled.
When had his back become drenched in cold sweat?
His survival instinct screamed.
His limbs froze.
Every fiber of his being whispered:
This is death. This is the closest to death I have ever been.
He staggered backward without realizing it.
"Allah'u Akbar…"
His voice trembled.
"Why do I feel like I just unsealed a devil…?"
Then—
SHWOOOM
The rune shot forward and slammed into Adam's forehead.
His body jerked violently. His eyes rolled white.
Information, raw, colossal, cosmic, crashed into his mind like a collapsing star bleeding all its secrets at once.
A pressure crushed his skull from the inside.
He tasted metal.
HMMmmm...TAAANNNNnnnnnnnnn.....
His ears rang until he heard nothing but a flat tone.
And then—
something inside him burst open.
Something older than matter, concept, and laws.
Something that had been sealed for a reason.
Something that was never meant to be free.
The world shuddered.
The air blackened.
An inky black wave erupted from Adam's body, rippling outward in circular shockwaves that devoured color, sound, light.
in all directions, in ripples like way.
The sky dimmed and started flickering, as if a kid was turning it on and off quickly for fun.
The wind vanished.
Birds froze mid-flight, vanished, reappeared, vanished again.
Objects flickered.
Sand dissolved benhate adam, but quickly reappeared.
The junk mountain behind him vanished like chalk wiped from a board.
reappeared...
vanished...
and finally snapped back into being, trembling as if reality itself was resisting annihilation.
Adam couldn't see what's happening around him.
He didn't consciously activate anything, he simply was not ready to hold this power.
his skin split like cracked porcelain.
Lines of void-black energy crawled up his arms, chest, legs, face.
His ribs creaked, his bones becoming translucent.
As if something ancient was trying to escape through him.
to return everything to the state before creation.
The black ripples surged outward.
Faster.
Wider.
Hungrier.
They raced across the coastline, tearing toward Musutafu City with a speed that mocked physics.
Reality peeled before them like fragile paint.
Nothing in the world could stop it.
Nothing mortal could survive it.
...
Toshinori Yagi, known to the world as ALL MIGHT, Symbol of Peace, Number One Hero—stood in the vegetable aisle of a small Musutafu grocery store, carefully comparing two brands of leeks.
In this skeletal form, with sunken cheeks and stick-thin limbs, nobody spared him a second glance.
Same hairstyle? Yes.
Same presence? Absolutely not.
This version of him was just a tired, polite man in a oversized t-shirt.
As he stepped out of the store with a humble plastic bag swinging at his side...
"KYAAAH!"
A shrill scream tore through the street.
All Might instantly lifted his head.
Outside, chaos had erupted. A young woman lay on the pavement, encased in a shimmering blue barrier.
a store owner run out of the store behind her and roared:
"THIEF!! STOP HIM!! SOMEBODY CATCH HIM!!"
Toshinori's sharp eyes tracked the culprit sprinting down the street.
A sludge-like creature, green, viscous, reeking, sloshed forward on malformed limbs.
Its bulging eye swiveled back, mouth splitting into a wide, jagged grin.
Bundles of bills floated inside its gelatinous body, some slipping out and fluttering to the ground behind him like confetti.
"Catch me if you caaaan!" the sludge villain cackled.
Pedestrians murmured anxiously.
"Seriously? No hero nearby?"
"With everything happening this morning, villains are getting bold."
"Yeah, I heard some gigantification nutcase wrecked the train rails."
"I saw it! But Mountain Lady flattened him in one hit, she's huge, man… in every way."
"You lucky bastard. I gotta check that clip!"
"Trust me, bro, you can't 'feel' the presence through a screen, hehe."
Toshinori tuned the chatter out.
He shifted his stance.
His lungs swelled.
His spine straightened.
He needs just five seconds at most… enough to subdue the villain.
But then—
He saw something nobody else seemed to notice.
A ripple.
Not of light.
not of shadow.
but something in between.
A wave of black brightness, paradoxical and impossible.
It swept across the street with the smoothness of a stone dropped into a mirror-still lake.
Toshinori froze mid-step, A Chill Run Across his spin, His instincts screamed louder than when facing All For One.
"What… is that—?"
The ripple passed through him.
Cold rushed through his ribs.
His stomach twisted.
And then it continued, passed over the people, and the escaping villain, and disappeared into the horizon, everything happened in less than 0.1 seconds, only someone with Allmight reflex caught a glimpse of it.
The sludge villain blinked out of existence.
Not a puff of smoke.
Not a teleportation.
He simply 'stopped' being.
His stolen money hit the ground with soft pap… pap… pap.
The woman's blue barrier shattered like glass.
On the sidewalks, people with obvious mutation quirk,
horns
tails
feathers
extra limbs
flickered violently, glitching like characters in a corrupted video game.
Some vanished entirely for a full second.
Some reappeared without their quirk mutation, returning to their ordinary human appearance.
Some shifted back and forth so fast they looked like stuttering frames of animation.
Toshinori's heart dropped.
"This… this is impossible…!"
He clenched his fist.
"HRAAAH—!"
Nothing.
His muscles didn't swell.
His body didn't transform.
He didn't even feel the familiar spark of One For All in his core.
It was like grasping at smoke.
His quirk felt—
Hollow!!!
As if someone had scooped out the essence of his power and left behind an empty shell.
Toshinori staggered.
"What's going on…?! My quirk...won't activate!"
He Had the feeling of Eraser head using his quirk against him.
The glitching intensified.
The street warped with panic.
All Might's mind raced with thoughts as he caught something weird:
'A phenomenon targeting only mutant quirks users, they are the only one who kept disappearing… but it also affected the quirks of those without mutation.
it's affecting EVERY quirk it passed over, but it's consequence is sever on mutant quirks users, they disappear, where they go?
This can't be a villain's quirk, even all for one doesn't have this kind of power.
This isn't any known ability.
This feels… engineered...like some kind of scientific experiment.
An anti-quirk weapon? A quirk erasure field? A biological incident? is it done by the government? no, they won't do such a thing in the public, which evil organization experimenting on people?!'
He gritted his teeth.
"I had a bad feeling…What in the world is happening?"
...
ALDERA MIDDLE SCHOOL – 3rd Year Classroom
"WE'RE NOT DONE YET, DEKU!"
The bell had rung, The classroom was empty, only four people remained.
a blond haired boy with his two underlings behind him, surrounded a green haired boy.
Midoriya Izuku froze in his seat.
Bakugo's hand shot forward, snatching the blue notebook titled "Hero Analysis for the future" right out of Midoriya's grip.
"K-Kacchan, please—give it back!" Izuku reached out timidly, knowing exactly how this always went.
"SHUT IT!" Bakugo barked, sparks popping as he raised his hand to blast the notebook. "You and your stupid nerd notes, always scribbling like you're gonna be a hero or something!"
Except...
The sparks didn't come.
At that exact moment, a black ripple, thin, silent, unnatural, swept through the classroom, passing through walls, desks, and people like a shadow that wasn't supposed to exist.
Bakugo didn't notice it, too focused on igniting his palm.
Crackle—
Nothing.
Bakugo blinked.
Then scowled.
He tried again, forcing the motion.
Still nothing.
His hand remained cold, dry, dead still.
"…the hell?" he muttered, a tremor in his voice. That never happened. His explosions were instinct, like breathing, blinking, existing.
He tried a third time, harder.
"COME ON!!! WORK, DAMMIT!"
But his palm remained as inert as a normal boy's.
Midoriya stared, wide-eyed. "K-Kacchan… your hand…?"
Bakugo's breath hitched. Panic, real panic, flickered across his face. A thought clawed into his mind, absurd but terrifying.
"No. No. NO." His eyes snapped toward Izuku, filled with fury and fear. "YOU!!! YOU DID THIS! YOU QUIRKLESS RAT! DID YOU INFECT ME WITH YOUR USELESSNESS?!"
"E-Eh?! W-wait, Kacchan—what do you mean? I didn'... I don't even have—!"
Students outside the class began murmuring as some kids with mutation quirks blinked in and out like flickering holograms.
But Bakugo only saw one thing:
His hand.
Cold.
Silent.
Powerless.
And for the first time in his life...
Katsuki Bakugo felt what is like to be Quirkless Like Midorya.
helpless.
...
U.A. ACADEMY, Meeting Room
Principal Nezu stood on the table, giving a cheerful briefing to Aizawa, Vlad King, Midnight, Cementoss, and Present Mic.
"And that concludes our strategic review—"
a black light passed by, so fast nobody noticed it.
Principal Nezu, Cementoss, The two vanished.
The teachers froze.
"PRINCIPALE!!!!"
"KEN-SAN"
Aizawa jumped up instantly, scarf whipping forward, ready to capture the invisible villain who dared to kidnap the principal, He used his quirk, but it didn't activate. His pupils didn't glow.
"My quirk...It's gone?!" he hissed, For the first time in his life, Aizawa realized how others felt when he cancel their quirks.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!! STOP JOKING AIZAWA!"
Present Mic grabbed his throat, trying to scream.
"AHHH"
No sound Amplification.
He Also can't use his quirk.
Before their worry continue.
Nezu and Cementoss reappeared, looking completely normal.
"Oh my! Why are you all staring at me like that?" Nezu looked at Aizawa and Present Mik who are looking at him in shock?
"What's happening? Vlad, Midnight? You seem Alert for no reason."
Cementoss asked the two heroes next to him.
Midnight was pale.
"T-Two Of you... just vanished!"
Nezu blinked innocently.
"…huh?"
Deep silence filled the room.
With their Years and Experience as Professional heroes, Their Intuition is telling them...
Something vast was happening, they can't determine whether it's good or bad, but they can feel it's approaching.
MUSUTAFU CITY – AFTERMATH
The shock hit the city like an earthquake.
Within seconds of the anomaly, Musutafu streets had erupted into chaos.
Within minutes, journalists flooded the scene, microphones thrust forward, cameras flashing.
Within an hour, every news channel in Japan was broadcasting the same headline on repeat:
"MASS QUIRK DISAPPEARENCE INCIDENT IN MUSUTAFU – UNKNOWN CAUSE."
On social media, the footage spread even faster, clips of heroes losing their powers mid-rescue, mutation-type civilians flickering in and out of existence, and bystanders screaming.
Hashtags trended. Panic ignited.
By noon, the entire nation knew.
Government officials held emergency meetings.
The Hero Public Safety Commission went into crisis mode.
Emergency task forces were deployed.
Whatever happened in Musutafu wasn't just bizarre.
it was dangerous.
And it had shaken the very foundation of a society built on quirks.
...
SHIE HASSAIKAI HQ
In a dim underground office, Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul. stared at his phone, eyes narrowing behind his mask.
The moment the report mentioned "quirk erasure" and "mass deactivation," his grip tightened.
The phone trembled, broke apart into its component pieces, circuits, casing, glass,
then snapped back together with a dry click.
A shudder ran through him.
"…Impossible," he whispered.
It was everything he had been trying to create.
A way to dismantle the quirk-infested world.
A way to revive the Yakuza's glory.
And it had just appeared, fully formed, in a random city, without his involvement.
Overhaul's eyes gleamed with greed.
"Whatever this phenomenon is… a quirk, a weapon, or something else…"
He clenched his fist.
"…I will obtain it."
For the future he envisioned...
he had to!
...
A CERTAIN PUB
The bar was dim, quiet, and smelled of old wood and burnt sugar.
Tomura Shigaraki slouched in a corner booth, scratching at his neck.
Kurogiri stood behind the bar, his mist swirling gently as he wiped a glass cup, eyes fixed on the TV.
The broadcast displayed images of Musutafu in chaos—citizens flickering in the screen, as if being teleported and returned quickly, heroes collapsing as their powers vanished, emergency vehicles crowding streets.
Tomura tilted his head.
"Kurogiri…" His voice was soft, but with an edge like broken glass. "Do you think Sensei will be interested in this? A quirk erasing wave… We should go take a look."
Before Kurogiri could respond, another screen attached to the wall lit up.
but nothing can be seen on it.
Then a deep, distorted male voice seeped through the speakers, even though the volume had not been touched.
"Tomura."
Shigaraki straightened immediately.
"sensei!!!"
Kurogiri bowed his head slightly. "Master…"
"You will not concern yourself with this anomaly." the voice continued
"All Might has already been sighted in the area," the voice continued. "Our plans remain unchanged.
As for this… phenomenon…"
A low hum reverberated, like someone thinking from the other side of the screen.
"…I will send another to investigate."
The connection faded. The screen turned off.
Tomura stared at the screen, his hand beginning to shake.
"All Might… symbol of peace…" His lips curled into a snarl.
"Just wait. I'll destroy you."
The glass cup in his hand crumbled into dust as all five of his fingers touched it.
falling like powdered bone between his trembling hands.
...
BACK TO ADAM
The cracks spread across his body, leaking black radiance.
Then—
GOLDEN CHAINS erupted from the void.
Not metal.
Not physical.
But chains woven from laws, from authority, from the deepest architecture of the System itself.
They coiled around Adam's chest, his arms, his very soul, sealing the raging force thrashing inside him.
The darkness recoiled, shrieking silently, like a primordial beast being dragged back into its cage.
Adam remained unconscious of what he had unleashed, or what he had barely survived.
ADAM'S MINDSPACE
He stood in an endless void.
Silent.
Starless.
Before him towered four colossal gates, each hundreds of meters high, carved with symbols that radiated an ancient, timeless dread.
The first gate stood open, dark, ominous, whispering like a storm behind a thin door.
The other three were tightly bound in golden chains, glowing like divine edicts.
A voice reverberated through the void,
his own voice, yet not his own. like his own thoughts.
"Gate of Material Phenomena:
The only gate your current existence can withstand."
"Only when the weight of your existence increases,
when your Life Level rises,
will you be permitted to approach the others:
the Gate of Spiritual Phenomena,
the Gate of Concepts,
the Gate of Laws."
"To force them open…
would demand a price beyond what you can bear."
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Sheikh SaikiKusu Time: A Quick Heart-to-Heart
Before you rush off to the next chapter to see what happens next, I want to pull you back to reality for just a moment.
We often get so caught up in these fictional worlds that we forget the incredible, quiet miracles happening in our own world just to make this moment possible. We think we're "just reading," but if you pull back the curtain, you'll see an infinite chain of blessings that had to align perfectly for you to be right here, right now.
Think about it for a second:
You have eyes that can perceive light and color, a complex gift many would give everything to possess.
You have a mind sharp enough to translate digital pixels into vivid emotions, scenes, and voices.
You have the safety to be "bored" enough to seek an escape. There are millions right now dreaming of a single night's sleep without fear, yet here we are in quiet comfort.
Even the electricity, the internet, and the device in your hand, every link in that chain was placed there by Allah just so you could experience this moment of rest.
It's so easy to take this all for granted, trust me, I've done it too. We move through our days as if these things are "rights" we are owed, rather than gifts we are given. But when you realize that not a single breath happens without His permission, the world starts to look different.
there is a beautiful secret to keeping these gifts. Allah tells us in the Quran:
"And [remember] when your Lord proclaimed, 'If you are grateful, I will surely increase you...'" (Surah Ibrahim, 14:7)
Gratitude isn't just a "thank you", it's a shield that preserves what you have and a magnet that pulls in even more. When you use your eyes to read something good, or your mind to reflect on His kindness, you are ensuring that these blessings stay with you and grow.
I'm not telling you this to kill the mood, but to wake you up to the beauty you're already holding. I've lived long enough to see how quickly these threads can snap(bro, the whole internet can disappear as easy as tearing apart a spider web, so let's all say Alhamdulillah it's still here), and I want you to appreciate the tapestry while it's still vibrant.
Before you lose yourself in the next plot twist, take one deep breath. Recognize the chain of mercy that brought you to this very sentence. From the bottom of your soul, just say it once:
Alhamdulillah. (All praise is due to Allah.)
Say it knowing that you are being looked after in ways you haven't even noticed yet.
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