"Where are we going next, Lord Zeno?" Goku's voice was low, almost a growl, as he stepped forward through the nothingness. Each footfall sent ripples through the fabric of space itself.
Zeno hovered beside him with that same playful grin he always wore, as if the destruction of entire timelines was nothing more than a game of tag. "You know the rules, Goku. You pick the next battle ground. Cause last time you i chose that weak little universe and you blamed me. So this time…" Zeno snapped his fingers. The sound cracked like thunder across the void.
A colossal wheel materialized in front of them—hundreds of feet tall, forged from shimmering cosmic energy, its surface covered in glowing runes and symbols representing countless realities. Dragon Ball worlds, Naruto realms, One Piece oceans, and thousands more spun past in a blur. The wheel hummed with power, each sector pulsing with the faint screams of worlds yet to be visited.
"This is fucked up, Lord Zeno," Goku muttered, but there was no real anger in his tone. Just exhaustion. He reached out with one massive hand, fingers wrapping around the wheel's edge. Veins bulged along his forearm as he gave it a casual flick. The wheel spun so violently that the void itself seemed to warp, colors bleeding together in a dizzying vortex.
Zeno clapped his tiny hands in delight. "Spin it good, Goku! Let's see what fate has in store for us this time!"
The wheel slowed, ticked, and finally stopped with a resounding *clang* that echoed through the multiverse.
Zeno's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Ohhh… My Hero Academia. Interesting. A world of quirks and heroes. Quirks… what a funny little word for power." He tilted his head, studying the glowing sector. "They think they're so strong because they can shoot explosions from their palms or float in the air. Cute."
Goku stared at the sector for a long moment, his dead eyes reflecting the spinning runes. "Another weak world," he said flatly. "I'll just destroy everything and we can leave. Quick and clean."
Zeno floated closer, his small form casting no shadow. "That's your call, of course. But you might be surprised this time. These humans… they fight for something. They have hope. They have… friends." He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's see how long that lasts when you show up."
With another snap of his fingers, a swirling portal tore open in the void—a jagged tear in reality that bled golden light and the distant sounds of city traffic. Zeno stepped through first, his tiny feet vanishing into the light. Goku followed without hesitation, the portal swallowing him whole.
They emerged high above the sprawling campus of U.A. High School, the premier hero academy in a world that worshipped heroes like gods. The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, painting the city of Musutafu in warm oranges and pinks. Below them, the iconic U.A. building stood proud—its massive walls, training grounds, and floating arenas all humming with the energy of young hopefuls training to become the next generation of protectors.
Then the alarms began.
The U.A. security system, one of the most advanced in the world, detected the two intruders instantly. Red lights flashed across every building. Sirens wailed like dying beasts. The entire city's hero network lit up. Emergency broadcasts flooded every hero's earpiece. The sky itself seemed to darken as anti-air defense drones swarmed upward, their weapons locking onto the two figures hovering impossibly high.
Inside the faculty lounge, All Might—still in his skeletal true form, but with the fire of Symbol of Peace burning in his eyes—slammed his hands on the table. "Who is that?!"
His old friend, Detective Tsukauchi, stared at the holographic display, face pale. "We don't know, All Might. He just… appeared out of thin air. No warp gate signature. No quirk energy we've ever recorded. The system's threat assessment…" He swallowed hard. "It's higher than All For One. Higher than Shigaraki. Higher than anything we've ever seen."
"What…?" The door burst open. Izuku Midoriya—Deku—skidded into the room, still in his hero costume, green lightning crackling around his body from One For All. His freckled face was streaked with sweat from training. "Another villain attack? At this hour?!"
All Might turned to him, his sunken eyes grave. "Not a villain, young Midoriya. Something worse."
High above, Goku sighed, the sound carrying on the wind like a death knell. "Another weak world," he repeated, voice echoing across the sky. "I just destroy everything and let's be done with it."
Zeno floated beside him, grinning ear to ear. "That's your call, Goku. But you might be amazed by this world a bit." Then, without warning, the tiny god's body dissolved into golden particles and surged forward, slamming into Goku's chest. The Saiyan's body jerked once, his dead eyes flashing with an otherworldly light for a split second before returning to their hollow state. Zeno's consciousness now rode inside him—watching, whispering, enjoying the show from the best seat in the house.
Goku cracked his neck, the sound like breaking boulders. "I hope so, Zeno." He dropped from the sky like a meteor.
The heroes below moved like a well-oiled machine. Eraser Head—Shota Aizawa—leapt from the roof of U.A., his capture weapon already unfurling. Present Mic's voice boomed across the campus: "All students, evacuate to the underground bunkers! This is not a drill!" Thirteen, Midnight, Cementoss, and every available pro hero poured out of the buildings. Students watched from windows, wide-eyed and terrified—Uraraka floating nearby, Todoroki's ice and fire already flickering at his fingertips, Kirishima hardening his skin, and Bakugo snarling from a rooftop.
Goku landed in the central courtyard with a *boom* that cracked the concrete in a perfect circle around him. Dust billowed upward. The ground trembled. Every hero within a hundred meters felt the pressure of his mere presence—like standing at the bottom of the ocean.
"Don't move," Eraser Head commanded, his eyes glowing red as he erased whatever quirk he assumed the intruder had. His capture weapon shot forward, wrapping around Goku's legs in an iron grip. Dozens of heroes formed a perimeter—guns, quirks, support items all trained on the shirtless man with the dead eyes.
Goku slowly raised his head. His voice carried effortlessly to every ear. "Who is the strongest here?"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then a voice exploded from above.
"I AM, YOU BASTARD!"
Katsuki Bakugo rocketed into the air on twin explosions, his palms blazing. His hero costume was scorched from earlier training, ash and sweat streaking his face. His crimson eyes burned with pure, unfiltered rage and pride. "You think you can just show up and threaten my school? I'll blow you to hell before you even blink!"
Goku looked up. For the first time in what felt like centuries, the ghost of a smile touched his lips—not warm, not kind, but the smile of a predator who had finally spotted worthy prey. In a blur too fast for most eyes to follow, he shot upward and met Bakugo in mid-air. The two hovered face to face, mere feet apart.
"Win me in a fight," Goku said quietly, "and I will leave this planet in one piece." He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing like gunshots. "Lose… and everything you love burns."
Bakugo's grin was feral. "I'm going to break you, extra."
From below, Eraser Head's voice cracked like a whip. "Bakugo! Do not engage! He's far above your league!" His capture weapon tightened around Goku's legs, trying to yank him down.
But Goku didn't even glance at it. His focus was entirely on the explosive boy in front of him.
All Might, now in his muscular form, leapt from the ground with a roar that shook the sky. "DETROIT… SMASH!"
His fist, carrying the power of One For All at 30%, rocketed toward Goku's face. The air screamed. The ground below tore open in a trench fifty feet wide. Windows shattered across the entire campus. The shockwave alone sent lesser heroes tumbling backward. Students screamed as the main building of U.A. cracked down the middle, chunks of masonry raining down.
The dust cloud that erupted was enormous—a towering mushroom of debris and wind that blotted out the sun for a full ten seconds.
When it finally cleared, All Might stood panting, his fist still extended… and Goku hadn't moved an inch.
The Saiyan's head was turned slightly to the side from the impact, but there was no blood. No bruise. Not even a flinch. He slowly turned back to face All Might, the same dead eyes staring into the Symbol of Peace's soul.
"That… was a good punch," Goku said, almost politely. "But you're going to need more than that."
Zeno's laughter echoed inside Goku's mind. *See? I told you this world might be fun.*
Bakugo's explosions roared louder than ever. "You son of a—!"
Eraser Head's scarf tightened desperately. Every hero on the field charged forward at once—Midnight's sleep-inducing aroma, Cementoss raising concrete walls, Mount Lady growing to giant size, even Endeavor's flames blazing in the distance as the Number One Hero arrived on scene.
Goku rolled his shoulders. The capture weapon around his legs snapped like cheap string.
"Alright," he said, voice calm, almost bored. "Let's see what this world's 'heroes' can really do."