How to be a Good Villain follows the life of William Wood who strives to be the world's worst villain, together with his equally villainous comrades he tries to defeat Alex Smith who goes by 'Anti-Villian'.

Like this a week has passed since the UA entrance exam, nothing major happened other than Kenshin's 'One Piece' being even more popular. In this 1 week, Kenshin increased the pressure by wearing metal weight suits and weight bracelets whose total weight was about 180 kg and then did all the training. This increased the pressure a bit but not as much as he need to open extraordinary meridian. 

While Kenshin was training, he heard a dull 'thud' sound from the front door. Kenshin's senses are very sharp as he have a very powerful soul as well as opening all ordinary meridians, so easily heard the sound.

When he opened he found that there was no one but an envelope with UA high stamp on it, he secretly praised UA's method to send the letter(robotic birds I guess.). Kenshin knew that it was his admittance letter and he would definitely be selected based on his performance but he also knew that he is quirkless, so many might think that he has not much potential and put him in class 1-B or in general department.

So, after calming himself a bit, he opened the envelope.

"Congratulations Mr. Kenshin you have been selected to our UA's hero course. The details regarding your class as well as its timing and other things are written down on the letter beside the projector. We are very interested in you and once again welcome to our UA family", said a raccoon headed person.

From Kenshin' s memory he knew that it is the principal UA High School. He is at least happy to be in Hero course rather than in general or support courses. (It's not that he can't become a successful hero or a great martial artist from other coursed, its just that he want to fight stronger opponents and class 1-A being a trouble magnet, as usual, will help him out in this)

After that Kenshin read what was written on the letter. After reading that he found out that he was in class 1-A of hero course, he will have to submit his costume design within a week and he can ask for anything regarding training if needed from the Support Department. 

Kenshin who read this was very happy about this as he can ask about a 'training suit' which increases weight it puts on the body, like a gravity suit but it works on the principles of electromagnetic induction. 

After that Kenshin began to think about his hero suit that he will ask them to make. Kenshin then thought, "Hero suit should be good looking not like Midoriya's(which has lots of love from mother but was looking horrible) and is not too flashy or anything. It should be 'simple but effective'".

After that Kenshin began to draw the designs of his suit. After some time, he heard a knock in his front door. He knew it could be only one person that is Sakura nee-san as she is the only one who came to his house.

But when he opened he saw a short pink-haired(shoulder length hair) lady of similar age to him. She has a cute face with a bit fat on it but her body was perfect. She was wearing light blue full-length jeans and was wearing a black t-shirt. Kenshin was expecting Sakura nee-san but when he saw another lady he was surprised but still managed to calm down very quickly.

"Yohoooo, I am Hatsume Mei and I just arrived here and I am your new neighbor", said Mei.
"Ohh, I am Hayate Kenshin", said Kenshin plainly. After hearing the name he remembered who this lady was. She was the super genius from Hero Support Department. Kenshin thought, 'I need more training, I could have known about her if I would have calmed down a bit but I became careless'.

"huh? Only this many details, so you must be a shy kind of boy. Okay, I will tell you about myself, I am selected as a hero support department student at UA (1-H). I come from Kyoto Prefecture", said Mei.

"I will be joining the class 1-A hero course starting from the next month. Born and brought up in Tokyo", said Kenshin.

"I was scouted by Pro Hero 'Power loader' so I will be working with him since tomorrow. I can't wait to make my super cute babies", said Mei excitedly. Kenshin was about to reply but when Mein suddenly saw some papers above which Kenshin was drawing his hero costume.

Mei didn't wait for Kenshin's reply and dashed very quickly towards the paper and started observing it.
"Is this you Hero costume", said Mei with starry eyes.
"Yes, and can you please close your apartment door. It's open and I will not care if your things are stolen", said Kenshin plainly.

After that Mei again rushed towards her own apartment and closed and locked the door very quickly and came back. After that Kenshin also closed the door and they began discussing how to make his hero costume as well as his training suit. 

Mei was also shocked by how much knowledge has in this regard(making gadgets even though most of it is theoretical knowledge. Well, that was to be expected, Kenshin has spent so much time in his past life and with the various technological inventions, he got interested a bit and learned about them.

After talking about a bit, Kenshin started to cook for his afternoon. He sighed when he saw how this girl is just staying in his house shamelessly but he was also happy to know such a talented person and she could even help him with his training materials.

The next day both Kenshin and Mei went to UA together as Mei will start to work under Power Loader and Kenshin will submit his hero costume design and training suit design.

[Kenshin Hero Costume- Full body black suit which is not tight-fitting like spandex but tighter than normal clothes which will be made of extremely durable material. There were also shin guards to protect his arms and legs which has shock-absorbing power. To make the costume look cool or better, it was suggested by Mei to color it in silver whereas Kenshin wanted it black. So, his design was black and silver-colored.]

At the same time in UA inside a meeting room, all the teachers, staff and principals were discussing this year's students.

"This year we have very promising students in the hero course department. As you can see from the scoreboard which we will be releasing tomorrow. The second-ranked Katsuki Bakugo have 0 rescue points but very high villain points. He targeted 1 and 2 point villains and approached them slowly and lured them into a flashy explosion. 

On the other hand, we have Midoriya Izuku who ranked 8th even without a single villain points but the way he sends that arena trap villain flying away to save the girl made my hair stand due to excitement.

Last but not least, Hayate Kenshin, the boy who ranked 1st even though he is quirkless. I am very much interested in how he trained his body to such a high level which is impossible for a lot of quirks. His martial art is also amazing, he literally crushed those villain robots without any wasted movements.

And the way he fought the arena trap villain was amazing, he has perfectly shown how to exploit opponent weakness. I don't know how much of potential he has left but even with this he would be an amazing hero but we expect more from him", said Principal Nezu.

After that, all the teachers discussed a bit about how they will proceed to teach this year's student. The next day UA High uploaded the results of the score of the practical exam. This caused many people to have many different expressions.

Inside an orphanage, Aunt Yuuto was sitting in her office and watching the score of the Entrance Exam that has been uploaded. She was extremely happy that she almost cried as she saw Kenshin scoring 1st rank even though he is quirkless. She had seen how Kenshin would train day by day even when others were enjoying it.

In XYZ publication, Sakura was sitting in her office when suddenly someone came to her office and asked, "Did you see the result of UA High, it is said that someone broke All Might's record". After that Sakura checked the result which shocked her as she saw Kenshin scoring 1st rank. She was shocked but still happy as she saw that Kenshin has worked very hard to get that score.

Similarly, every student who is going to join UA high also becomes excited to see who is the person, that can score higher than All Might...

Like this a week passed by and the news of Kenshin scoring higher marks than All Might during his school year also died down. Today Kenshin got his Hero costume and Training suit. He tried his hero costume to check if everything is okay or not. 

He must admit Mei was right, the silver shin guards really help him look more handsome. Then he took it off and quickly put the training suit. He went towards a park to check it. Kenshin has already read the instructions so he knew how to change the weight.

Kenshin turned on and put it in the lowest mode, which is a weight of 500 kg. It has a few options like 1 Ton, 1.5 Ton, and 2 Ton weights. Kenshin put it in 500kg mode and did some basic training, he saw the immediate results as he felt pressure doing even basic exercise which is something he had not felt in ages.

As this time passed by and it was the day the school will start. Kenshin have been training almost all the day to push himself harder. Kenshin got used to 500kg weight within 6days and then moved to 1 Ton weight on the 10th day. After about 4 days of using 1 Ton weight mode of his Training suit, he broke through the legendary realm.

His strength, agility, dexterity and all his other senses increased by 2 times. Kenshin then felt, the 1Ton weight mode which was very hard for him a few moments ago suddenly got easier(relatively speaking).

In this month of training, whenever there would be a free time he would talk with Mei about gadgets and other technological stuff. Sakura came, as usual, every 2-3 days to get the manga from Kenshin. In this month Sakura and Mei get to know each other as both of their personalities as similar.

This is a fanfiction of how a martial arts fanatic is chosen as the successor of Supreme Being. And how he will pursue his dream of reaching the peak of martial arts.


Disclaimer: This is a fanfic, so don't bullshit me with copyrights.
Disclaimer: No Harem, No System, No NTR

I managed to get early in the morning for a few hours rest. I wake up to find news articles filled with Ingeniums death. I watch the TV to see what exactly was reported.

[Hello, I am Toshi Takahashi. Welcome to the show, today... We begin with breaking news.]

[Last night, a beloved hero by many has passed away, his unfortunate death was the result of The Hero Killer... Reports of a villain attack emerged late last night as a bank was being robbed, alarms were cut and the heroes were called by a anonymous citizen. Ingenium and his sidekicks were on first response. This simple Villain attack turned horrifying after Ingenium took the fight to them. We have his sidekicks here with us, who can elaborate on what just transpired last night.]

[Hi, It's good to be here. We came here today to speak about the dangers of the hero killer. However it wasn't the Hero killer who stopped us. The hero killer has taken an apprentice who has an extremely dangerous quirk that allows the control of other people. The Hero killer was the one who dealt the finishing blow on Ingenium, however it was his apprentice who trapped him, leading to his death. From what we know he was teaching the boy. He had white hair and a grey mask on, he took us out in minutes...]
Murmurs come from the background of the live broadcast as if the studio didn't want them degrading Ingenium by saying he was taken down by a teenager.. They keep mentioning my white hair.. They clearly don't understand that the mask is disguising me.

[We actually have some CCTV footage of what transpired yesterday and of the Puppeteer.]
Puppeteer? What do they mean by that... a Video suddenly plays, the CCTV camera was at a weird position, it doesn't show the hero killer but it clearly shows me... My fighting style was abit sluggish in areas and I could improve the smoothness of my control... It shows me taking down the side kicks without any effort. Hmmm... I quickly take notes and put it inside my Villain notebook, on a random page so if it is seen it wouldn't be suspicious.

[Is this a new era of villains? in other news, Riots are currently bombarding Hero organisations all over japan.. They don't feel safe in the comfort of their homes and their neighborhoods. The hero killer only targets those he believes aren't true heroes, we found this information out from his previous victims that were crippled after their meeting with him.]

[This was Channel 3 News, more on this story later...]

My Mom suddenly walks through the door as she sees me watching TV.
[Izuku... Sweetie, is there anything you need to tell me?]
Did she find out? But how?! Did I leave any evidence?
[Uh... No why?]
[You have been strangely distant lately, It's like you're hiding something from me.]
[O..Oh That's just uh, I've been swamped with work recently...]
She didn't find out... It's just her motherly intuition, its scary...
[If you have anything to tell me, please let me know] She says with a sad expression as she starts to leave... I cant ever tell her.

I start to head to work as I see crowds making memorials in response to Ingenium... These must be the people who he saved. He had such a large amount of people who cared for him. I look to the lampposts as I see a familiar face. It was a poster, it was of someone named the Puppeteer... a realization clicked in my mind... Is that my villain name? It was sketched with what I'm supposed to look like, however it looks completely different to me... but the reward for turning me in is insanely high...

I continue into work as if nothing happened. I head up to the elevator as I was called into the managers office. She looked at me with pity as she says...
[Your design has been removed from the project.]
[What?! Why?]
[If you didn't realize... Your designs theories conflict with each other, meaning that they wouldn't be able to be put into practice.]
... Have I really been that preoccupied that I messed up on a design? I look closer as I see the evident mistake. This doesn't even look like the designs I would make.. Are these actually my designs? I try to remember but I cant recall anything about this project...
[We don't allow mistakes like this in our company. Usually we would give you a second chance, however you have not been completing your overtime, you have left for several days at a time and you are not making a contribution to this team.]
[Wai..]
[You don't have to come tomorrow. Your fired.]
I'm an intern though... I barely get paid as it is, I got fired for a mistake that wasn't even mine? I'm almost positive these aren't my designs... Everything that happened in the last few days have confused my head as I cant make any sense of what just happened... As I go to say something..
[This isn't even my...]
[I don't care what you have to say... Security!]
A man suddenly comes through the door an escorts me out... The interns around me look at me with a smile on their faces as if they have accomplished something amazing. Was it them? What did I do to deserve this treatment?

[[Deal with them...]]
[[[Make them suffferr...]]]]
[They did this to you..]
*AGH SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!*

I walk out of the company, all eyes are on me. I exit the gates as I get really annoyed, what would my Mom say about this? shes been really stressed out recently because of me.. I cant just tell her I lost my job... I have an idea as  I take out my phone. I dial up and call Kurogiri..
[Do you have any work, I can do?]

Izuku Midoriya, grows up in a hostile environment without a quirk. He's greeted with an opportunity, however in this timeline. He doesn't receive one for all. Hes neglected by the hero's he love most, baring anger towards them accepts help from another.

The light ray was shining brightly from the pendant lamp in the room. 
Zhuang Nainai stared at Si Zhengting with her bright and shining jet-black eyes. It was as if those pair of big, round eyes could talk and was condemning him for picking up her call just as he pleases. 
Si Zhengting was speechless. 
She was obviously keeping something from him. Yet, this woman's train of thought could be so strange. 
As the saying goes, "The villain files the suit first." This was precisely what it meant. 
With such a pair of eyes staring at him, Si Zhengting felt slightly defeated. He took her cell phone out from his pocket and threw it on the bed. 
Upon seeing the cell phone, Zhuang Nainai was astonished. She lowered her head and looked into her bag but couldn't find her cell phone. Only then did she realize that she had apparently placed her cell phone on the shoe rack. 
Zhuang Nainai threw herself onto the bed and grasped her cell phone. She curled her lips and said softly, "Even so, you shouldn't have answered my call." 
Si Zhengting was speechless. 
He genuinely felt that the air in the room became slightly stuffy and lacked oxygen. 
He loosened his tie, took a step back, sat on the sofa, and asked again, "What are those design drafts that he wants?" 
While holding onto her cell phone, Zhuang Nainai thought to herself, Going by his personality, when the subject has changed after he had asked once, shouldn't he stop probing further?
Why was he so insistent on getting to the bottom of this matter this time? 
How was she supposed to answer this question? 
Should she say that Gu Deshou wanted the Imperial Group's autumn and winter apparels' design drafts? 
If she was right, according to Si Zhengting and Si Jingyu, the autumn and winter design drafts weren't even out yet! Even if they were already completed, could she ask for them? 
It would be completely shameless of her to do so. 
Zhuang Nainai bit her lips and told Si Zhengting her plans, "The Gu family wishes to make a breakthrough in the fashion design industry. Gu… my father knows that I've studied fashion design in university before, and thus, he wanted me to give him a few design drafts." 
As soon as she had finished speaking, Zhuang Nainai hung her head low and didn't continue. 
Asking for design drafts from a fresh graduate? This reason couldn't get any more absurd. 
Even so, she wouldn't have stolen the Imperial Group's design drafts for Gu Deshou. As such, she planned to design it herself. 
She had originally thought that Si Zhengting would continue to question her. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, she heard Si Zhengting say nonchalantly, "Alright." 
At this moment, Zhuang Nainai was slightly puzzled.
Did he believe her or not?! 
She raised her head and glanced at Si Zhengting. Although he put on his usual expression, his surrounding aura didn't turn cold. 
Zhuang Nainai immediately heaved a sigh of relief. Since it was already like this, she might as well finish her sentence in one go. "Um… can I… use your computer for a while?" 
Before, the more ancient apparel designs were sketched by hand. Now, they were drawn on various online software. 
However…
Zhuang Nainai didn't have a personal computer, and neither could she do it in the company. As such, she could only borrow Si Zhengting's computer. 
Upon hearing this, Si Zhengting raised his brows and nodded his head immediately, "Sure." 
Zhuang Nainai became excited right away. Her big eyes were even giving off light. She then rushed toward the bathroom to wash up. 
Looking at how cheerful she looked from behind, Si Zhengting's gaze gradually dimmed as he seemed lost in thought. 
"Ring ring…" 
At this moment, the cell phone that Zhuang Nainai had thrown on the bed rang twice. Si Zhengting subconsciously walked toward it and held it up to check who it was. 


He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 


I quickly lock on to a target.
An enemy Battlesuit with the head of a tiger was engaged in close range combat with someone on my team and having the upper hand. I don't recognize the Battlesuit but the main thing for me was the fact that the enemy was facing away from me. He probably haven't even notice me yet. I eyed him and turn on the propeller.
My variant flew forward, surprising me with its speed. Before I know it, I was up to the enemy. Before I know it, I am going beyond the enemy! I reach out an arm more in hope than anything else, and heard a cracking sound. I turned off the propeller and the moment I stop, I turned back and saw a beautiful sight. The enemy Battlesuit was motionless on the ground. 
"Logger450 Kill FlashTom3"
I just clothesline the fool! Someone on my team shouted in joy but I was already eyeing my next target; the flying enemy Battlesuit. Seeing it properly for the first time, I realized it was some sort of Clockwork exoskeleton Battlesuit with two small propellers above it that make it works like a helicopter. It is one ugly design but what it lacks in aesthetics, it is making it up on effectiveness. I smile as the operator turn his attention towards me. I hit the jump.
The trusty SH-Legs thrust high my variant into the air, and I turn on the propeller. It is a mid-air dash! My variant fly through the air straight at the enemy and the enemy operator was like a deer caught in headlights. He just hover there as I punch him out of the air!
"Logger450 Kill Lompongking"
I landed with victory in my mind. I had just taken out two of the enemies and it was now five verses three. The three who were now all shooting at me! The enemy team had noticed my entrance and is now determined to have some payback. I raised the oversized arms in front of me like the original designer of The Golden Boxer intended and notice an immediate problem. I can't see. With the arms in front of me, my view was completely blocked! No wonder The Golden Boxer was a failure!
"Some help here!" I shouted at my teammates over the comm.
I heard rather than saw the fighting but the intense shooting towards me did lessen. Just as I thought I was out of the woods, something exploded beside me. My variant was blown to the ground and I tumbled a few times along it. Once I stop rolling, I immediately got up. There was no follow-up attack as the three enemies were too busy fighting my teammates. I had another golden chance for a kill!
I eye another enemy and turn on the propeller. I got ready for the speed for the dash but instead of flying forward, I just heard a strange screeching sound. I look back at the propeller and saw the problem. The propeller blades are bended! They must have been damaged when I rolled along the ground. My mind was thinking about how to rectify this when my screen went blank. Then I heard an announcement. 
"Logger450 Killed"
I died? What happened? I was still thinking that when I materialized back in The Fairbanks. As the virtual city busied itself around me, I quickly logout of LoW and activated the Dive databases. I review my last fight. I skip the first few minutes of the Arena and saw the last few moments of my variant.
I saw the bended propeller twirled and then there were several clear electric charges from the propeller to the back of my variant. My variant then exploded with the base of the explosion at the point where the propeller was connected to my variant.
I cursed. It was a technical malfunction. A big technical malfunction! My damaged propeller must have been damaged so badly that it exploded when I tried to activate it. It was a design flaw and a big one because my variant wasn't even hit. At least not directly. All it did was roll a few times along the ground, and that was enough to cause a catastrophic failure. It is a terrible design!
I berate myself for a few more minutes before calming down. I took a few deep breath to steady my mind. Once I believe I was ready, I review the fight again, this time looking through it all. I realized it wasn't all bad. My variant works in a certain way. It closed the distance well, maybe too well, and the mid-air dash was beautiful. It just had the same problem The Golden Boxer had; it can't take a punch.
I review the fight a few more times before deciding that the giant propeller must go. It looks cool but it is a walking time bomb if it can't even take one indirect hit. However the idea of a propeller is good, I just need something else. Something that can take a hit. I went back into the Dive Creator Platform and try to search for a more durable propeller.
After two hours of searching, I had to admit defeat. I took a last look at my variant and sigh in disappointment. I have no choice; I have to change my design. Such a cool look, such a wonderful idea, and it is ending in failure. There is just no such thing as a durable propeller. A propeller is just not meant to be damaged and it surely will suffer some damage in battle. That's just a fact.
"If I could just…"
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The inevitable warning came and I sigh again. I look at the time and realize how late it is. Well, it isn't but I had an early start today. Nothing I can do but to save the design and log out of Dive. That's enough work for one day.
I closed the workshop and drove home. Unlike most people who just use the autopilot, I found driving to be relaxing. There's nothing like driving a car home and seeing the city below you as you fly over it. When the flying car first came onto the market, most people were scared shitless of it. People thought they would be dead the moment an engine stalled, the antigravity failed, the…whatever didn't work. What they didn't know is that the car manufacturers made flying cars so tough that most of the time you can survive a crash. Some cars even came with protection shields. The moment the car sensors notice a dive, protective shields would cover the whole of the car starting with the windscreen. It…I lean towards the windscreen as I thought of that. An idea pop into my head. I hit the autopilot and lean back. What if I look at it from another direction?
The classic look of a science villain in the Clockwork Age is a small thin man with a big backpack. When in trouble, the villain would with a click of a button, pop out a big rotor from the backpack and fly away. Despite the cliché, the idea is based on a real invention. There really were such things as backpack rotors that act as personal single-person flight devices in the Clockwork Age and I watched enough history programs to know that some of these rotors would automatically withdraw back into the backpack once they were turned off.
I am sure there are some of these backpack rotors on Dive that were tough and durable. I thought of the technical issues involved in installing the backpack. I needed one that's powerful enough for my variant and I probably need to change the pathway linking it to the operating rig but a backpack rotor can't be that different from a propeller. I also need the variant to stay at Grade 0 for the mission but most clockwork technology are around that grade so I should be able to do that. It is almost a one-to-one exchange!
"Let's try it. I'll do a search for one tomorrow."

Tobias Wong is a man with secrets. 
He dreams of being a Battlesuit Designer.
He does not hate the government.
And his father is a supervillain.
Then one day, his absent father left him another. A secret so big and powerful, it would change his life forever.
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This is the unedited draft of the story. There is a published version of this novel on Amazon. Thanks

John's death wasn't painful as expected, any death that literally takes a fraction of second is basically painless. 

John was in a deep daze as the hellish landscape of the underworld and the massive queues of people that stretched endlessly didn't come to his attention. He mused about how life was for him, how everyone was fake to him. He knew his wrongdoings, but the law of the jungle that encompassed this "god" clearly indicated that he didn't give a shit, and he'll make sure that anything that has ever done will be exaggerated enough for him to "deserve" an eternal punishment and all of it is simply for not going along with his whims.

 If anyone deserves an eternal punishment, it is someone who has raped countless futures from the people without any wish to take responsibility or afford to carefully contemplate about any considerations beforehand, even readily providing an excuse or stating that this is their right.

John suddenly hears a smug voice that interrupted his thoughts "well, well, well....if isn't John walker, that one atheist who committed suicide... was it too much not to pay the tribute that I deserve?" 

john replied as he rolled his eyes "Really?Was it too much to fulfill the requirements of our growth as a species? was it too much to make us realize what good actually is and how is it a better alternative? it was our pointless struggle in the wild that made us inherit evil by nature across every generation, and it's all thanks to a universe that always thrives on poor design that focuses on a certain degree of aesthetics, inefficient consumption and entropy." 

The voice replied with irritation "You don't say? Wasn't my creation stable so far? you were also able to earn a living and enjoy yourself despite the nihilist and brooding demeanor."

John face-palmed while rubbing against his temples as he said "No, it was never stable with many factors like natural climate change and cosmic events meteor strikes and radiation from nearby supernovas or neutron stars. Besides, the least amount of relationships are mutualism compared to predation and parasitism , this stability of yours is built at the cost of eventual chaos as seen through your 'ingenious' ecosystems. I also wasn't happy because I knew what I wanted yet I could never have the means to achieve let alone improve upon it thanks to you, but at least I have been able to hold on to a rough idea of what it is so far."

The voice laughed in ridicule then paused before saying "So what if I'm the villain? So what if I research despair and cause chaos like that Darkseid in the comics of your world? no one will believe you anyway, it is your word against mine, and you do not provide them with a false sense of security and hope like I do....."

 then he sighed before saying in a casual manner "why did I even waste my time talking to you? off you go! time for your punishment!"

John was suddenly plunged into hell, endlessly free falling into the scorching heat for what seems to be an eternity, strangely enough he didn't feel any pain.

The landscape changed all of a sudden, and John seemed to be standing on what seems to be an endless plane full of darkness.

A voice is suddenly heard "John, I have to say that I'm moved by your efforts in this past, but unfortunately I'm not that omniscient, but I certainly try to do my best even though I'm relatively omnipotent, and I have to say that you don't need to behave like a villain when you don't need almost anything; a villain is born from deficiency according to what we have both seen so far."

John takes a moment to process what this entity had said with clear suspicion in his eyes before saying "I guess there's no use arguing with you. So what do you propose? how do we get through this predicament?"

"You have to see through things yourself..... you have to show me that we see the same things..... with a series of practical performances of course..... although I may have predicted the outcomes already but it is for you to see and think about for yourself..... you'll be used to the lack of free will if I were to give you everything." the mysterious being replied calmly.

The being added "The first trial will be the trial of judgement.... your world will be a familiar one for you.... the world of Akame ga kill....and remember... an unprivileged Shadow lurks beneath to leap above.....never be conceited... that's your real strength."

[ judgement patch installed]

[assessing host's personality]
[assessment complete]
[initiating bond with zarazoth]

John was terrified when he heard that notification although he was a fan of Ghost Rider.

"Don't worry.... there's no contract.... nor will he forcefully take over you.... you're already in sync because you're the perfect host for him.... I'm confident that you'll bring out the best in him." the mysterious being replied reassuringly.

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John walker is a man that's forsaken by the heavens like many humans. Unlike their usual acceptance, he is infuriated and swore revenge as an atheist even if outnumbered, only to fall to a tragic end under his own terms. 

He saw what he expected to see behind it all, a corrupt vain "god" that mirrors his very creation, unfairly judged and falling down to hell for his defiance and disbelief..... But a voice suddenly interrupts his descent. 

"Become my champion, make them see what you were forced to see for this is your retribution and punishment. I chose you as my avatar, only you truly had an adequate understanding about the true state of godhood despite being a mortal in a realm of distortion and chaos."

Follow the journey of john walker as he rethinks the meaning of his existence his version of reality while punishing pretenders and villains.

" I wonder what Adam and Eve, think of it by this time?"

-Mariane Moore

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"Well, she's called the Goddess of disambiguation, so maybe from sadness perhaps?" I answered nonchalantly.

"Yes. And from that point in time alone, having the great depression envelop the whole world made her seem to be equal to that of the heavenly magistrates or perhaps even to the extent of the two Primordial deities themselves. With an infinite source of power to draw, which were from her influence over the populations' sorrows, when in fact she was just a low-tier spirit moments ago. She was then interrogated by the heavenly guards, and our magistrates had no other choice but to give her a title of a 'Goddess' as she already surpassed the limits and so that, everyone in the Divine realm can keep an eye of her. But, she was rarely showing. She is even irresponsible and would skip discussions of importance. She is so lenient and was so unfit of the title of a goddess. And now here she is! Finally showing herself as a major delegate of a very important game. The warfare between fates."

Oh, so that's how it was. I also found it a little unconvincing as to how someone like her is a natural-born goddess. But she must have lived a life of an outcast like me. Or even worse...

For the second time, I looked at her, but still, she wore the confident stature that seemed undaunted of having her foreground told.

But...

There is no faking it Lacrimosa. I have the natural talent of telling how someone feels deep inside. You may be an unreadable goddess at some times, but I know...you are dully bothered.

"Then?"

"Huh? What do you mean by 'then'? Young man? The one whom you agreed to form the contract is but an outcast and the puppet of the devil!"

"Devil? You say?" I was somewhat insulted as to how she portrayed Lacrimosa. Calling someone a puppet of the devil just because they killed, probably without knowing anything on the proper scenes. I know that this Goddess here did that due to a reason, and there is nothing wrong with that. Well, it's not like I know anything of the sorts, but I know that Lacrimosa is someone who would not resort to a mass killing via unreasonable rampages. If that's the case, she would have had been the one to kill my brother, instead of waiting for the perfect timing for me to do it. 

"I must be honest here. Herrschers? What is that supposed to be? Game? Setting it simple, I have no idea as to what drivel you have been talking about, but let me say this instead...a story is nothing but fiction if it can't let the audience understand the side of the villain" I added.

"VIllain? My, my! That's a rather interesting view." Lacrimosa butted in the conversation while gushing forth this rather malevolent chuckles.

"Wait, what? Did you not read the terms and conditions upon signing the contract? How could you not know of the fundamentals?"

"Fortunately, no. Why would I? I was born to lead, not to read, and how am I supposed to do just that, given the detrimental situation I was in?"

"Ahhh. This is certainly not good. The goddess already had drowned him, he's been tainted by the adversary. There is no saving him now. Celes, can you do the pleasure please?" Deus Ex ecstatically exclaimed.

"Yes, your excellency" Celes finally talked, answering the call of the phantom deity.

Celes then stepped out ready to engage in battle, once again pointing her sword in our direction.

"Lacrimosa. Care to explain to me the quota?"

"Way to speak for someone who called me a villain."

"If you have problems with that then-"

"I don't have any objections to that, besides, I like it. The title of a villain more than that of my current title of 'goddess'.".

"Hmm. Just don't forget that you have so many things to explain to me later."

While we were still right in the middle of a discussion, we were interrupted by these words that seemed to be an enchanting spell...

"Thou art by the Primordial paradox, I command thee, to strengthen thou blade. Enhance, Velderick's Trancy!" Celes, as she was about to dash forth towards us made her silver sword turn mauve in color and from it, I can feel an ominous power.

"Jaiden, it was nice knowing you. " With all might, she dashed towards us and was ready to slash me into smithereens. But before the sword could even reach a meter away, Lacrimosa stepped in and opened a dark portal in front of me...

"As my Herrscher. The monochrome in my canvas, my representative in this rather tiresome game. Jaiden Cendrillon, I hereby command you to bare a ratio of my power." The goddess ordered. Come to think of it, it's the first time I received a command from her.

"Yes. Your highness." I answered.

"You really are interesting." She then dragged me to the black obsidian gate where she first made her reappearance from, and then, she followed.

At the slowly closing portal, I can see Celes trying to follow us, but failed as the portal closed in haste.

Inside, I can't see anything. It was too dark. But, around my neck, I can sense the Goddess's embrace. One that is impossible to tell if it is obligatory or just another act to enhance here 'feminine' countenance.

"Hmmm. Can you stop saving me already? It's a little contradictory to my gender equality policies. And please stop your hugging. It's not cute ."

"Not cute you say? Very well said for someone whose flustered. Well in terms of saving you, a Damsel in distress is always ought to be saved by someone more superior."

"Yeah right, and is this someone 'superior' you? *Sigh*...Whatever. First thing's first, why did you bring me here? Where is this anyway?"

"Just nothing. It's a realm that I created. I call it 'Eve'. It's where time moves slowly, a second in here is three minutes and a half back at your world. "

"So basically, this is a realm that bends the concept of time. How cliche. Moreover, If I must say, this looks like a bedroom of a shut-in NEET. It's pretty dark" 

In all honesty, all I can see is Lacrimosa from the light that her body seemed to emanate. So Gods are glow in the dark perhaps?

"My my. Calm down." She then raised her right hand and caused a large echoing flicker. As the echo began to silence, a calm and soothing claret light then radiated from above which severed the thick darkness that engulfed the vast emptiness prior. I looked and there, were giant crimson crystal clear chandeliers unfathomable in numbers, which seemed left hanging on nothing but a cloud of light. The floor was very ambient and beautiful. The tile-design took the perfect pattern of a chessboard as far as the eye could see. In the distance was a staircase laid with fine maroon linen leading to a noble throne with a medieval theme and at the back was a gargantuan painting that depicts Eve in the garden of Eden eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge with a fiery red basilisk serving as her crown. And in the throne, Lacrimosa began perching, with both of her arms laid on the porcelain-colored manchettes. It's a pretty minimalist place. But, I was wrong about one thing though...

 Calling it cliche.

Sent to a 'Reality' game decreed by the Divines, and where killing should be the new norm, would players go head-to-head? Or hand-in-hand? Will a sociopath, anti-mainstream survive? Yet, in all of the cascades of questions, one fact remains inevitable... That the pilgrimage that awaits is one infernal warfare where dystopia, despair, and derangement runs to and fro, seeking who they may devour. And here we find a life tainted with nothing but monochromes and devoid of sociality, Jaiden Axcel Cendrillon. He unknowingly became a part of this serious game after signing a contract with the Goddess of disambiguation "Lacrimosa", without first reading the terms and conditions. Little did he know, that he is about to become the vessel of the goddess' will, a wielder of her immense power and that soon, he will venture a mystic realm where his life will be in constant 50/50 gamble going against the odds, with a genius girl classmate he least expects to be with.

The hero rushed through the narrow darkness, into the suffocating presence of rotten odors and lack of light. In front of him, a villain fled for his life, his stamina already depleting bit by bit - chased for the crime of several kidnappings and abductions along with theft. He was a mutant, one bearing the features of a grasshopper be its head, arms, or legs.

Like a grasshopper, he possessed the power to leap great distances, but at the cost of great stamina. Currently, at most thrice a day was his limit, any more will lead to immediate collapse, a weakness his pursuer was exploiting at this very moment.

The Hero was catching up with the villain in the darkness, ready to run him down like a bull and bring him to justice. Accelerating his momentum, he swiftly closed enough distance to throw a right hook, striking the villain's skull to the point of instant knockout.

"Ack?!"

Squawking, the cricket villain tumbled in somersaults, crashing into the garbage cans in the darkness and immobilized.

"Your crime spree has ended, villain."

The hero declared. As he reached for the phone in his back pocket, a voice halted him in his tracks.

"Yo."

The sudden voice emerging out of the seemingly unending blackness set the Hero instantly on edge, their eyes darting back and forth around the surroundings.

"So, you're a hero, huh? Must say, you look… quite meaty. As meaty as Darkshine. How strong are you?" The voice in the darkness queried, the sound echoing from everywhere as if he was a haunting phantom.

A chill passed over the Hero. He couldn't see anyone around him. But the feeling of being watched never left him.

"Hmmm, bullhorns? You part bull?"

The hero felt something touching his horns on his head, a few casual flicks on the hard bone, along with something weighing around his left shoulder.

Whipping his head around, the Hero was immediately confronted by a scene he did not expect. Squatting on one of his shoulders was a lithe man, his visage dimmed by shadow, but his features still discernable despite the lack of light. A mix of confusion and suspicion immediately overtook the Hero.

"Say, is your bodily condition natal?" The figure asked, flashing his pearly white teeth with a ferocious grin shining in the shadow.

The Hero could feel the sweat begin to trickle down his forehead, leaving wet trails behind. Egged from stress and instinctual fear, The Bull Hero attempted to shake the man off his shoulder, only for the said man to leap from his roost, landing in front of his eyes. He barely made any noise at all as he perched down, only the woosh of the parting air even indicating the impossibly soundless landing.

"You… another villain?"

Clenching both of his weighty fists, the Hero kept his eyes firmly locked on the sinister figure before him. Judging by his sudden appearance and demeanor, the red-haired man must not have come for any reason other than violence. But there was something about him that set his instincts blaring, a dark foreboding sense of danger that must be stopped or else unspeakable danger will unfold.

"You can say that — the name's Garou. I had a few titles, but I prefer either the Human Monster or the Hero Hunter. Maybe the latter. So, you ready to be my first victim?"

That answer was more than enough to spur him into combat.

Tensing up, the Hero twisted his body and cocked back his right. Every one of his Quirk-enhanced muscles bulged and swelled as he wound himself up.

"Oh, and don't bother calling your friends."

Lifting his hand, The Hero could see…

"What?"

Since when did he take his phone? The hero paused his windup, patting his back pocket with his other his surprise; he felt an empty spot where his phone should have been.

"Don't worry. You'll get it back. After I break you." Garou smiled before throwing the phone away behind him, letting it clatter the hard concrete.

"Come at me. You'll be seeing a lot more red once I'm done with you."

Gritting his teeth, the Hero glared at the figure before him. His fear now seemed to be mixed with vengeful anger, showing itself in his narrowed glare.

"So you're here to free your comrade, huh?"

With one thumb, the bullish-hero gestured over towards the knocked out villain, still twitching from the sheer impact of his punch. If this new villain would not attack instantly, then perhaps he could be coerced into revealing more information.

"The hell is he?"

The newcomer peeked at the cricket man, only to tilt his head in confusion. As for said cricket man, the villain stirred in his unconsciousness, groaning in pain as he slowly picked himself up.

"Don't you play dumb. Why else are you here if not for him? Which gang are you from?"

Taking a step towards the villain, the Bull Hero spat out at him. This guy had to be a part of some villain gang or organization. But then again, there was something about this guy...

"No, seriously. Don't know him or any gangs here."

Garou shrugged, before entering his stance, knees bent and arms angled in a predatory design - one that radiated experience and skill, a feeling so different it felt almost… alien compared to those of the usual ilk.

"Show me what you got."

The taunting was enough. With a cry of effort, the Hero took another step towards the villain, just close enough - twisting his body now in the opposite direction, his balled fist shot out; beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, as he poured all of his strength into it.

CRACK*

In response, Garou's fist swiftly met his, the result the opposite of The Bull Hero expectations. The bones in his fist shattered, while the shoulder of his right popped out of its socket with a sickening crack.

"AUUUUGGGRRRHH!"

The Hero recoiled in pain, holding his now-shattered hand up in the air, his fingers currently twisted at unnatural angles, with the skin pulpy and riddled with contusions.

"What the hell? That it?" Garou asked, his surprise evident by his rapid blinking eyes.

Clenching his other fist, the Hero began to pant heavily. His eyes shifted from his broken hand over to the villain.

"I expected a fight with a Quirk like yours. Don't you have super strength or something?"

Judging from his tone, The Bull Hero could tell he felt as if he was cheated of his promised fair game.

"I'm not… argh… done yet. I still… haaah…."

"Let's see."

In a split second, with an immense impact of which flinches the mind of those that heard the sound, Garou's fist was lodged within The Bull Hero's chest, deep through bone and squishing the lungs behind the ribs.

The result, The Hero vomited blood as darkness consumed his vision, the whites appearing in his eyes before he fell to his knees with a heavy thud.

"Yeah, we're done. Congratulations. You've completed and utterly wasted my time." Garou sneered before dislodging his hand from his victim's chest, leaving him alive but barely.

Garou turned around, refusing to give him another glance even as the rest of him fell face flat to the floor.

"Don't tell me other heroes are this weak?" Garou muttered. His hunt had just begun, but his start was anticlimactic; so much so, Garou felt like demanding his first victim to refund his wasted time.

As for the criminal, he slowly picked himself to his feet, eyeing his supposed savior with a sense of awe.

"Whoa. Thanks, man. That was awesome, taking down-"

Before the villain could speak another word, his face slammed to the wall toot sweet with overwhelming force, his consciousness giving in as his face intimately engaged the stone.

"Trash."

Garou turned and walked away after disposing of the villain as well. He would not allow the scum to misinterpret his actions as his duty to evil as a whole. The phone appeared at the corner of his eyes, attracting Garou's attention to the device.

Looking at the phone on the floor in his path, Garou pondered in thought. Picking it up, Garou fiddled with the device for a moment, scrying the features on the phone hoping to acquire the contact numbers of heroes for future use.

"What's this?" Garou, however, found something like a map blinking green on the screen - a radar of sorts, evident by the lime yellow concentric rings and the red arrow indicating the position of the holder.

'I heard of heroes back home using these to call for backup. I wonder…'

Perusing the number of buttons available to him, Garou found the Emergency button. A wicked idea coursed through his mind as he weighed his current choices.

One, he could fight an angry mob of heroes regardless of the risk. Or two, pick them off one by one. The second choice was indeed safer, but, considering how weak the hero behind him was, he decided to test the waters. Also, what better way to spread his infamy than a pile of broken bodies in the middle of the streets?

The image of the macabre scene alone made Garou smile ever more. He might need the body behind him as an… incentive. Or two for more impact.

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Peter looked at Tony and was astonished by the look of the suit.
"It looks even better than on the screen, I cannot believe it. According to the design, it should be Mark IV. I think he used it in Iron Man 2. It has some upgrades, we definitely have higher chances of defeating Loki now" Peter thought.
Right after Tony shot at Loki, Peter noticed him holding something in the other hand... it was a metal suitcase.
"No way! Is it the..." Peter continued before Mr. Stark interrupted him.
"I knew you would look at me that way, so I brought one for you as well," Iron Man said.
He threw it over to Peter and said: "Put your right foot under the case, hold it with your hands and pull it on your chest. It will do the rest itself."
"Good that he explained it because if I would put it on the first try it would have been very suspicious." Peter thought before putting on the suit.
Meanwhile, Iron Man was talking to Loki.
"How did you survive? You fell from the building!" the villain said emotionally.
"Yeah, thanks to you for doing that. Fortunately, you were not the only one who knew that was going to happen" Stark said before launching some rockets at Loki.
He tried to dodge but failed because those were homing missiles. Moreover, they were moving very fast. Loki got hit and fell down.
"Alright, let's help Iron Man," Peter said before starting to follow Tony's instructions.
When the suit was on Peter could not believe this was happening. The suit itself felt much lighter than he expected which was because of his superhuman physical strength. The interface looked unique and very modern. Peter could see all of the main aspects of the suit there, including the battery level on the right bottom, map location on the left, etc. 
"Hi, I am Jarvis your AI assistant. Mr. Stark asked me to tell you that the suit is about to be launched in the portal"
"He wants me to help him to distract Loki," Peter thought before coming closer to the villain.
"Raise your hand to shoot from a blaster."
Loki was trying to stand up when Peter shot at him. 
"Sit the fuck down!" Peter said emotionally.
Stark looked at him, Peter felt very awkward after that.
"Perhaps I gave you the suit too soon," Tony said.
Loki stood up again.
"Enough! You are weak! Whatever you do, is not even going to leave a scratch on me."
"I don't want to admit it, but he is right. His level of endurance can be compared to Thor, he is a God after all. Even after what Hulk did Loki didn't have any serious injuries. I am not capable of defeating him in an equal fight yet" Peter thought.
"Humankind is serving its last days. Look around, you are losing! Chitauri are all over the city already and there is nothing you can do to save the citizens. This is the start of a new era for your planet, this is your last chance to surrender and join my army..." Loki continued.
Suddenly Peter noticed something behind the villain. It was Mark VII that was going up to the portal on its own at a low speed so that Loki wouldn't hear anything.
"You have no choice! You don't have enough power to close the portal" Loki said before looking up at it.
He noticed Iron Man's suit flying to the portal's direction. 
"Exit!" Spider-Man said so that the suit automatically takes off.
He started launching a diamond web into Loki's legs to stop him from getting to the suit. However, he was ready for that and dodged most of the shots. Only one connected but Loki shot at the web from his scepter to get rid of it. 
Iron-Man flew towards the villain to stop him, but Loki called lots of the soldiers using his scepter already. It turned out that he was giving his speech just to give more time for his army to come. Something you would expect from a trickster god. 
Chitauri got on top of Stark's tower using their vehicles and started attacking Spider-Man and Iron Man...
Loki used this moment to get on one of these vehicles and started flying to the portal. Earth's last hope was about to be lost...

Typical teenager gets reincarnated as a Spider-Man and gets a chance to meet the Marvel world's greatest superheroes.

His aim is to become the greatest superhero of this world and he will use his knowledge as the key to defeating his enemies and people that face him during his journey.
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