Rebirth

It was dark, a quarter past 11 at night. A woman ran through the alleys, a bundle of cloth in her hands.

She ran, taking lefts and rights in a periodic manner until she came to an old looking building.

'I am sorry, dear… you'll grow up without knowing what family love is… I am so sorry. Please forgive me… please forgive us…' The women cried as she took a human baby out of the bundle of cloth and held him in her embrace. She kissed him on the forehead.

'You shall be called Rye. Remember it,' she said as she took one last look at the baby before placing him in front of the door to the house, ringing the doorbell and the disappearing into the night.

Rye looked at the departing figure of whom he presumed to be his mother with a cold expression.

'Guess it's the same… in whichever world I am born into…' he thought to himself, before sighing.

He could hear a clicking sound behind him, which he presumed to be the door.

A woman's voice sounded out.

'Looks like we got another one. They seem to be increasing these days…'

He was lifted up, held in the women's bosom, then carried into the house.

After walking through a few rooms, she placed him into what he assumed to be a cot.

'I will see you in the morning little one…' she said as she walked out of the room.

He lay there in the cot for a few minutes.

'Guess I should get started then'

Slowly he looked over all of the information that had been implanted into his head. He had chosen a way to cultivate the brain for the pure sake of seeing what lay beyond the limits of human intelligence.

As for the soul? He understood one thing when he looked at that god: gods have no physical bodies. They are pure soul creatures. In order to climb into a higher level of existence, it was not the body that mattered but the soul! He had memories of players that had chosen to cultivate their bodies. Without fail, all of them eventually reached a limit… a limit of physical mass. So instead of doing something so pointless, why not cultivate the soul?

He first looked at the brain-cultivating manual:

[Brain Manual of the gods]

In a human lifetime, only 10% of the brain is actually used.

Stage 1: Unlock the hidden potential inside one's brain.

Stage 2: Increase the limits of the brain.

Following stages: Locked

Effects: By cultivating the brain, the user is able to unlock hidden abilities and improve processing ability.

The method to 'unlock the hidden potential' inside one's brain was quite simple. All you needed to do was build up enough energy and then breach the barriers within one's brain.

There was only one small problem… the amount of energy required to breach the barriers on one's brain was truly astronomical. It was an amount that would take a human more than ten years to gather. And this was just the first barrier!

After reading the soul manual, he found that all of his worries were not needed.

'Hahahaha… it seems like fate is truly on my side…'

[Soul manual of the Gods]:

The soul is the center of a life form. Deities rebuild their mortal form through the soul and gods shed their mortal forms off completely.

Stage 1: Soul expansion

Stage 2: Soul compaction

Stage 3: Soul Consolidation

Further stages: locked

Effects: Before godhood is reached, increases the talent of the individual as different stages are unlocked

So by cultivating the soul, the cultivation speed of the brain will also increase!

He quickly looked over the requirements to complete stage 1.

Stage 1: Soul Expansion

Is split into 9 stages.

Effect: Each stage will increase talent in any other cultivation technique by 3 times.

Method: Absorb spiritual essence from one's surroundings and channel it into one's soul. Maximum absorption will occur when in surroundings filled with nature.

Instantly many different diagrams filled his heads, each telling where he should absorb spiritual essence from and where.

He slowly calmed his excited heart and entered a calm state. A lack of concentration would immediately lead to death, so he stayed calm.

'Let's begin'

Slowly the surrounding air seemed to ripple, as a dense white fog flooded out and slowly entered his body. Slowly he gathered this dense fog and lead it around his body, nourishing the body with spiritual essence. He then converged this essence at the heart and continued to converge it.

'I see!'

This is the so-called 'talent' that one needs. The degree to which one can compress the soul in one's heart, determines how fast one can grow their soul.

Slowly more and more spiritual essence was guided to the heart. The ball of fog in the heart continued to expand. Rye knew that he was soon about to reach his limit… it was innate... it was the limit of an individual. For eons this limit had held back those treading on the path towards godhood. All geniuses and talents had to make way for the one thing that determined their future.

But Rye was not willing to accept it! So what if talent was all that mattered? Instantly his soul began to shine, a phenomenon, which was quite similar to what happened in the testing field. Instantly spiritual essence began to flood into the room, quickly entering his body and finally converging at the small core in his heart.

'Stage 1 level 1… reached!'

Instantly a flood of cool energy filled Rye's body. A massive amount of excess energy was released into the atmosphere, causing the whole world to bathe in a white light.

It was the hardest stage to reach in the soul expansion stage. Once one reaches this level, then they would have officially began the path towards godhood. Theoretically, it was simply impossible for a human to reach this stage in a few hours. Just the feat of doing such a thing was able to cause a heavenly sign to descend onto the world.

Of course, Rye did not know about this. The rest of the world however did. The world shined in light, as if it was daytime. Streaks of blue shone in the white light and slowly descended onto the world, each entering a newly born child's head.

The world was changing… Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, nobody knew.

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Elsewhere:

A gathering of the greatest superheroes in the world occurred under the bright light

'I have gathered you all here to discuss what happened tonight. Since the first quirk… no… this scan be considered to be the greatest sign that our world has ever seen!' a rat like man said.

'We have reports of numerous rays of blue light descending on the world and entering youngest generation,' a man with combed hair and a denim jacket that covered his mouth replied.

'What were the effects on the children?' the rat like man asked

'The doctors said that they noticed high levels of energy emanating from the kids, energy that quite simply shouldn't be within kids that haven't even unlocked their quirks.'

'Put them under tight security… I don't want a single one of them to end up in the wrong hands…'

A black suited man rushed into the assembly hall.

'Sir… reporting'

'Yes?' the rat like man asked

'Sir! We have reports that nearly a third of the babies… have…'

'Have… what?'

An ominous feeling spread across the meeting hall.

'They have disappeared, sir!'

A somber feeling descended.

'They have begun moving…' a man covered in fire spoke.

'Tell all hospitals… this is code 1… all hospitals are to be on lock down,' The rat shaped man shouted.

'Yes sir!' The black suited man ran out of the meeting hall.

The meeting hall was silent

'This is bad,' one of the heroes stated, breaking the silence

'Very bad,' another replied.

'This change… it might bring ruin to society… or it could be our savior!' A muscled, yellow haired man stated. He was known as the greatest hero… the pillar of support for humanity…

All Might.

'Only time will tell. I do no one thing though. These children… they must not fall into the wrong hands. Ladies and Gentlemen, would you care to join me?' the rat shaped man said to the crowd as he stood up.

'I got nothing better to do…'

'Yeah…'

'I'll come as well'

All heroes recognized the crisis that they were facing. These babies… if they had such energy levels without getting their quirks, then how powerful would they be when they got their quirks?

And what if these children fell into the wrong hands? What kind of devastation could they bring to the world?

On that day, all pro heroes were sent out to the many districts, each helping to rescue as many children that they could.

Alas, in the end they could only retrieve six - tenths of them. The rest of them were taken by god knows who.

Regardless of which side they ended up on, these children ended up being known as the [god's children], the chosen generation.

As for the one who had started this?

He was peacefully sleeping on his crib, not knowing of the mayhem that he had caused.