Experiments are new in the Mha world, just more hush hush in certain environments.
"The sample did not behave like normal tissue samples "said a short stocky female scientist .
Inside the deepest laboratory beneath the Hero Public Safety Commission, Derrick's biomass fragment pulsed within layered containment Erasure-field generators, electromagnetic cages on the outside layer , and a rotating schedule of quirk dampeners designed by minds that had spent decades secretly killing and capturing the impossible.
But Still, it adapted.
"Are you sure that this thing is safe for study sir? " said a young intern, new to the secret of the hero's association.
Cells rewrote themselves between scans. Quirk factors fused, rejected, reassembled.
"Yes, now stop asking stupid questions and get me my coffee, we have a long night!" said the head of the genetics division,(Shimura Ken)
The sample attempted to grow nerves toward the observation instruments, as if trying to find an open back outside .
"This isn't DNA," the lead geneticist said quietly. "It's a decision-making structure."
Silence followed.
The government responded with speed bordering on fear.
The Commission issued a black-level directive: the anomaly was no longer classified as a villain, nor a quirk user, nor a Nomu-adjacent threat.
He was labeled Existential Hazard Class
Code name :Omega00001/01.
Plans layered atop plans.
They would not fight him directly again not until they understood the limits of his adaptability.
Aizawa would be the anchor. Erasure was the only known method that produced consistent suppression even if it was limited.
Around him, heroes would rotate in shifts, never repeating patterns, never allowing Derrick refine any tactics.
Support companies were quietly nationalized.
New tech rolled out in weeks that should have taken years quirk-isolating fields, spatial distortion anchors, anti-regenerative weaponry based on the samples observed weaknesses.
And still, doubt lingered.
The Top 10 heroes were briefed individually.
Endeavor listened without interruption, fists clenched. "If fire doesn't end it," he said finally, "then I burn hotter until it does—or I die trying."
Hawks read the report twice, feathers twitching. "It learns from observation," he muttered. "Then we need misinformation. Feed it lies.".
Best Jeanist adjusted his collar with a faint smirk,but still a bit disturbed. "If it can wear humanity so convincingly… how many times have we already passed it on the street?".
Edgeshots brows frowned but said nothing.
He only nodded once, already recalculating assassination vectors that assumed failure as the default outcome.
Mirko grinned, feral and eager. "Good," she said. "Something that fights back."
Crust crossed himself quietly.
Kamui Woods stared at the projected cell footage, branches creaking. "This thing doesn't want to destroy like most bad guys," he said. "It wants to consume something ."
Ryukyu shifted uneasily in her seat. "Then cities are feeding grounds and people are it's food."
Wash trembled visibly, bubbles popping in agitation .
Only All Might, weakened but still present, closed his eyes.
"This is not a simple villain," he said softly. "This is a natural disaster that learned to pretend."
Far from them, Derrick pretended indeed.
He hunted again
.
A pro hero vanished first, one with seismic manipulation.
Derrick took the quirk and refined it and fused it with the existing basic gravity manipulation to create Localized gravity Compression,
using it moments later to collapse at small gang hideout full of would-be bank robbers, into a single screaming point.
A black-market quirk broker followed.
Derrick tore through his defenses publicly, in front of his loyal subordinates, then they followed, tearing bodies apart with naked brutality, leaving a survivor alive long enough to spread fear.
Heroes arrived too late.
They always arrived too late now.
Derrick stood at midnight, atop a building looking down, biomass armor squirming and writhing like worms made of biomass, splashed with blood that wasn't his, eyes glowing red, cold and yet thoughtful.
"They're coordinating," he said. "probably planning some shit again.
His shadow twisted, a low level shadow quirk he got in passing, heavy with it own weight of power as it shifts randomly.
"Good."
Above him, unknown to Derrick, Satellites finally tracked his movement, using the signature given of by his gravity manipulation.
Below him, the world sharpened its knives.
And between both, Derrick continued evolving, no longer just surviving the hunt.
I need to find a military facility they might have interesting things "thought Derrick".
End of the chapter