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Deika City was no longer a city. It was a meat grinder.
For the last few hours, the quiet, suburban streets had erupted into a chaotic symphony of screaming, explosions, and the crumbling of infrastructure. The Meta Liberation Army, one hundred and ten thousand strong, had revealed their true colors. The civilians were soldiers, the heroes were targets, and the League of Villains was the prey caught in the center of the web.
But the prey had teeth.
Tomura Shigaraki moved through the streets like a walking plague. He was exhausted. He hadn't slept in days. His body felt heavy, his eyelids drooping.
"Die," he groaned, swiping his hand across a lamp post. The decay spread instantly, turning the metal to dust, which cascaded down onto a group of charging Liberation warriors. They screamed as the dust touched them, their clothes, skin, and muscles disintegrating in seconds.
"Don't let him touch you!" a warrior shouted, launching a blast of energy. "Attack from range!"
Shigaraki didn't dodge. He just kept walking, a slouching, terrifying figure of death. He was the eye of the storm, and the storm was tearing Deika City apart.
***
Blocks away, in a shattered office building, Himiko Toga was bleeding.
She was cornered. Chitose Kizuki, known as "Curious," a high-ranking executive of the Liberation Army, had turned the interview into a bloodsport. Her followers, zealots armed with cameras and support gear, surrounded the blonde girl.
"Tell me, Toga!" Curious shouted, her blue skin glowing as she turned anything she touched into a bomb. "What is your motivation? What drives a high school girl to abandon society? To drink blood? Is it a rejection of norms? A cry for help?"
BOOM.
Curious slapped a desk, and it exploded, sending shrapnel slicing into Toga's side. Toga hissed, rolling across the floor, clutching her bleeding abdomen. Her syringe mask was cracked. Her uniform was soaked in red.
"I just..." Toga panted, a manic, desperate smile on her face. "I just want to live... an easy life. I want to be... normal."
"Normal?!" Curious laughed, touching a wall next to Toga's head.
BOOM
"Drinking blood isn't normal! Killing isn't normal! You are a deviant! A martyr for the repressed! Let me write your story! Let me show the world your tragedy before you die!"
The warriors closed in. They grabbed Toga's arms, pinning her down. Curious loomed over her, a landmine in her hand.
"What are your last words, Himiko Toga?"
Toga looked up. Her vision was blurry. She thought of Izuku Midoriya. She thought of Ochaco Uraraka. The normal people she saw during the raid on the camp. She thought of the people she loved, the people she wanted to become.
I love them. I love their blood. I want to be like them. Be normal. Go to school, fall in love, start a family. Is it too much to ask?
She reached into her pocket. Her fingers brushed a small vial. It wasn't just blood. It was the blood she had stolen from Ochaco Uraraka during the training camp.
"My last word?" Toga whispered. She popped the cap with her thumb and downed the vial in one gulp.
The transformation was instant. Her hair shortened and turned brown. Her body filled out. Her face shifted.
She was Ochaco Uraraka.
"My last word is..." Toga/Uraraka smiled. "Float."
She touched the soldiers holding her.
Suddenly, gravity released its hold. The soldiers shrieked as they floated into the air, helpless. Curious's eyes widened. "She... she copied the quirk?! That's impossible! Your quirk is just a transformation!"
"I evolve," Toga giggled, the sound distorted by Uraraka's voice. "When I love someone... I become them completely!"
She touched herself, making her own body weightless. She pushed off the floor, soaring toward the ceiling. She grabbed the floating soldiers, who were flailing in panic.
"Release!"
She deactivated the quirk. But she didn't just drop them. She grabbed their collars and threw them down, using their own weight as a weapon. They crashed into the floor with bone-shattering force.
Curious backed away, terrified. "No! Stay back!" She tried to create another explosion, but Toga was too fast.
Toga dropped from the ceiling, landing on Curious's shoulders. She pressed her hand onto Curious's neck.
"Zero Gravity."
Curious floated up, her feet leaving the ground.
"Let me go!" Curious screamed.
"Okay," Toga smiled sweetly.
She grabbed a heavy filing cabinet and touched it, making it weightless. She pushed it high into the air, right above the floating executive.
"Release."
Gravity returned with a vengeance. The cabinet plummeted.
CRUNCH.
Curious was crushed instantly, her interview cut short by a ton of steel.
Toga collapsed, the transformation wearing off. She was back to herself, bleeding, broken, but alive. She lay in the wreckage, laughing softly. "I... I did it... Ochaco-chan..."
***
Jin Bubaigawara, the villain known as Twice, was in hell.
He was in the city square, surrounded. But not by people. By puppets.
Skeptic, another executive, was controlling them from a remote location. They were human-sized dolls, black and featureless, moving like robots. And they were all trying to kill him.
"You're a failure, Bubaigawara!" Skeptic's voice boomed from a speaker on one of the dolls. "You're broken! You don't even know if you're real! Look at you! You're just a copy of a copy of a copy!"
Twice huddled on the ground, his mask torn. "No! I'm real! I'm me! No, I'm not! I'm a fake! I'll disappear if I get hit!"
The trauma of his past — the time his clones had killed each other — paralyzed him. He was terrified that if he took enough damage, he would dissolve into mud. He refused to clone himself. He refused to fight.
"Pathetic!" Skeptic yelled.
Four puppets grabbed Twice. They pinned his limbs.
"Let's see what's inside," Skeptic sneered.
Two puppets grabbed Twice's arms. And they pulled.
SNAP.
The sound of both of Twice's arms breaking was sickeningly loud.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Twice screamed, the pain blinding, white-hot, and overwhelming.
He waited. He waited to dissolve. He waited to turn into mud.
But he didn't.
He felt pain. Excruciating, throbbing, real pain.
He looked at his broken arms. They were bruised. They were swelling. But they were flesh. They were bone.
"I..." Twice whispered, tears streaming down his face beneath the mask.
"I... I hurt."
He started to laugh. It was a wet, hysterical sound.
"I hurt! I AM HURT! I'M NOT MUD! I'M REAL! I'M THE REAL ONE!"
The realization broke the dam. The psychological block that had held him back for years shattered.
"I'M HERE!" Twice roared. "I AM HERE!"
He focused. He didn't just make one clone. He made two. Those two made two more. Those four made four more.
Infinite Doubles: Sad Man's Parade.
It was an explosion of gray suits. In seconds, the square was filled. In ten seconds, the street was full. In a minute, a tidal wave of Twices — thousands of them — washed over the puppets, drowning them in a sea of bodies.
"KILL THEM ALL!" Twice screamed. "PROTECT THE LEAGUE!"
The army of Twices surged forward, a literal tsunami of villains, flooding the streets of Deika City.
***
The ice user, Geten, stood atop an ice tower, looking down at the chaos. He was the strongest warrior in the Liberation Army, save for Re-Destro himself. He wore a thick parka, his face hidden by a hood.
"Pathetic," Geten muttered, watching the Liberation warriors fleeing from the gray tide. "Numbers mean nothing against power."
Normally, Dabi would be here. Normally, blue flames would be clashing with Geten's ice. But Dabi was gone, locked in a freezer miles away.
So Geten turned his attention to the biggest threat on the board.
Twice.
"You think quantity is quality?" Geten shouted, raising his hands. He reached out with his quirk, sensing the water in the city's sewage system, in the pipes, in the very air.
"Ice Age."
The water mains burst. Geysers of water shot into the air and froze instantly, turning into massive, jagged dragons of ice.
The ice dragons crashed into the Sad Man's Parade.
CRASH.
Hundreds of Twice clones were crushed and dissolved into mud instantly. The ice froze the mud, creating a wall of frozen grime.
"MORE!" Twice screamed from the center of the horde. "MAKE MORE! WE DON'T STOP!"
The clones climbed over the frozen bodies of their comrades. They swarmed up the ice pillars. They threw themselves at Geten like a horde of zombies.
Geten sneered. "Useless."
He froze the water in the air, creating a blizzard. He turned the temperature of the entire district down to sub-zero. The clones, wearing only their thin bodysuits, slowed down.
But they didn't stop.
For every clone Geten destroyed, two more took its place. It was a war of attrition. Geten had unlimited ice, but Twice had unlimited bodies.
"Die!" Geten yelled, dropping a glacier the size of a building onto the street.
The impact shook the city. Thousands of clones perished. But from the edges of the crush, more emerged. They were climbing the water tower. They were overwhelming the ice defenses.
"You're annoying!" Geten hissed, forced to encase himself in a sphere of dense ice to protect himself from the sheer weight of the mob.
Without Dabi's fire to melt the ice, the battle became a stalemate of epic proportions. A frozen wasteland filled with an endless sea of gray men, clawing and tearing at the cold.
***
Shigaraki walked through the chaos. He didn't care about Toga. He didn't care about Twice. He didn't care about the army.
He was tired.
Every step was a struggle. His body ached. His head throbbed. Memories, fragmented and painful, were clawing their way to the surface of his mind.
A house. A dog. A sister. A father.
"Tenko, no!"
The itch was unbearable. He scratched his neck, drawing blood.
A group of Liberation soldiers charged him. "Take him down! He's alone!"
Shigaraki didn't even look up. He waved his hand. He didn't touch them all. He just touched the ground.
The decay spread. It moved faster than before. It raced across the pavement, cracking the asphalt, turning it to dust. It reached the soldiers' boots.
"Wha — "
They turned to dust. Not just their feet. The decay climbed them instantly, consuming them before they could scream. It spread to the building next to them. The foundation crumbled. The building groaned and collapsed, a rain of debris that turned to dust before it hit the ground.
Shigaraki walked through the dust cloud.
He remembered. He remembered killing them. His family. It wasn't an accident. It was... relief.
"I..." Shigaraki whispered, his red eyes glowing. "I wanted... to destroy."
He reached the base of the massive central tower of Deika City. The stronghold of Re-Destro.
The tower was tall, a monument to corporate power. Shigaraki placed his hand on the wall.
"Crumble."
The decay shot up the side of the building. Windows shattered. Steel beams rusted and snapped. The entire structure shuddered, tilting dangerously.
"Shigaraki!"
A voice boomed from the top.
The wall of the tower exploded outward. A massive, hulking figure leaped down, landing in the plaza with a force that cracked the earth deeper than Shigaraki's decay.
It was Re-Destro. But not the man in the suit. He had liberated his quirk, Stress. He was a giant, his body swollen with black, blotchy energy, his muscles expanded to grotesque proportions.
He towered over Shigaraki.
"You destroy without purpose!" Re-Destro roared, winding up a fist the size of a car. "You are chaos! You are the antithesis of liberation! I will crush you, and on your grave, I will build a new world!"
Shigaraki looked up. He looked small. Frail. Broken.
But then, he smiled.
It wasn't the smile of a villain. It was the smile of a disaster.
"Purpose?" Shigaraki rasped. "I don't need purpose. I just need to destroy. Everything. You. This city. The heroes. The future. Then I will put your army to good use!"
He raised his hand.
"Come on, Re-Destro. Let's see who breaks first."
The final battle for the crown of the underworld had begun.
***
Miles away, cloaked in the shadows of the surrounding mountains, a single figure watched the city burn.
Dark stood motionless, his black coat blending with the night. He held a pair of high-powered binoculars to his eyes. He saw the ice dragons. He saw the sea of Twice clones. He saw the tower crumbling.
He saw the raw, destructive potential of Shigaraki Tomura.
"He's evolving," Akaza whispered to himself, lowering the binoculars. "Nezu was right. If he wakes the giant now... it's over."
He tapped his comms earpiece.
"Principal. The culling is reaching its climax. Re-Destro has engaged Shigaraki. Gigantomachia is still dormant, but the readings are spiking. He's waking up."
"Understood, Asura," Nezu's voice crackled in his ear. "Hold your position. Wait for the winner. If Shigaraki wins... if he gains the army... you know what to do."
"I know," Akaza said.
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