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Yo, what's up, guys and gals!
I'm your beloved author, Sir Void.
I have cooked a new and 'original' masterpiece... The Grand Game of Life.
This is a fanfiction about MHA and will branch out towards other franchises as well.
This story is 18+ for many reasons, and this will NOT be showing Yuri, NTR, furry, futa, and other such sacrilegious and unholy content.
Please leave your reviews and ratings.
I also wouldn't mind some stones and collections as well.
Now, the story begins...
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[3rd Person POV]
Takashi Kishimoto, a young boy of fifteen years, opened his eyes to the familiar cracks in his ceiling plaster.
For fifteen years, they had been the first thing he saw each morning—a spiderweb of imperfections above his bed that he'd memorized in childhood. But this morning, the sight triggered something else. Something vast and impossible, crashing through the cloud of memories in his mind with the weight of a second lifetime.
Memories.
Not the quiet, orderly memories of an orphaned boy who'd navigated the Japanese foster system. These were sharper, louder, drenched in the sterile glow of screens and the images of a different world. A world without Quirks. A world of stories. A story, specifically—one about a green-haired boy and smiling heroes. Of a society built upon heroes and one that was slowly unravelling.
He sat up slowly. The movement was calm. His heart should have been hammering against his ribs. His breath should have been coming in shallow gasps. Instead, a profound, glacial clarity settled over him. The panic was there—a distant, buzzing emotion at the edges of his consciousness—but it couldn't touch the core of him. It was like watching a storm rage against a pane of unbreakable glass.
Reincarnation.
The word didn't feel dramatic. It felt like a fact. He remembered dying. Something mundane, a blur of metal and screeching tires from the other life. Then, fifteen years of this life were lived in a gentle, dreamlike amnesia. And now, the merger.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor of his small, tidy apartment in Musutafu. He was emancipated. Had been for a year. The authorities had called him "precociously self-sufficient." He had a modest bank account, left by parents he could barely remember from this life—victims of a villain attack when he was seven. The same year, his Quirk manifested.
His eyes drifted to the far corner of his room, where the afternoon sun streaming through the window failed to penetrate. The shadows there were always deeper, thicker. As a child, he'd thought it was just a trick of the light. Then he'd learned to pull at them.
Umbrakinesis. A shadow-manipulation Quirk. Weak, the evaluators had said. Useful for maybe hiding small objects or creating parlour tricks. In a society that worshipped flashy, powerful Emitters and mighty Transformations, it was a footnote.
But now, with the memories of the other life slotting into place, the Quirk took on a new significance. It was proof—final, irrefutable evidence of where he was.
"My Hero Academia," he whispered to the silent room. The name felt both absurd and terrifyingly real on his tongue. Izuku Midoriya. All Might. U.A. High. The League of Villains. All For One. The knowledge was a library of tragedies and triumphs yet to happen, sitting heavy in his perfectly ordered mind.
He rose and walked to the window, looking out over the city. A hero in garish colours zipped between rooftops in the distance. Normal. Everyday.
'This is a world with a script', he thought. 'And I am not in it.'
The realization was not met with despair, nor with giddy excitement. It was a problem to be assessed. A set of variables. His emotions—a low thrum of wonder, a thread of fear, a deep, resonant loneliness—were present, but they flowed around the bedrock of his thoughts without disturbing them. He could feel them, acknowledge them, and set them aside.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION DETECTED.]
The words appeared in his vision without sound, etched in cool, blue light against the backdrop of the city skyline. They were not intrusive. They simply were, as if they had always been waiting there.
[CONDITIONS MET: Reincarnator Identity Integrated. Host Consciousness Stabilized.]
[ESTABLISHING CONNECTION TO LOCAL REALITY FRAMEWORK... CONNECTED.]
[WELCOME, USER.]
A calm, androgynous voice spoke directly into the heart of his mind. It held no warmth, no malice. It was the sound of pure function.
"A system," Takashi said aloud, his own voice steady. "Of course. This really is an Isekai cliche."
[AFFIRMATIVE. THIS IS THE GRAND GAME INTERFACE. YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED. YOUR PRIOR MEMORIES ARE A DESIGNATED 'PERK' OF THE SELECTION PROCESS. YOUR CURRENT REALITY IS DESIGNATED AS 'MY HERO ACADEMIA ALPHA-OMEGA-001 TIMELINE.']
"Selected by whom? For what purpose?"
[INSUFFICIENT AUTHORIZATION. QUERY LOGGED. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: USER ASCENDANCE. SECONDARY DIRECTIVE: USER SATISFACTION.]
"Ascendance?" The word hung in the air. 'Why am I feeling my heart beat hearing that word?' In a world about to be rocked by crisis after crisis, power was the only currency that mattered. Power to survive. Power to change things.
Power to save people he now knew were real.
A flicker of something hot and fierce cut through the calm—a desire that was entirely his own, not from the system. It was gone as quickly as it came, filed away.
"Show me your functions," he commanded softly.
The blue text shimmered and reformed.
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>>> [Status Page]
Name: Takashi Kishimoto
Age: 15
Alignment: [Chaotic Good]
Titles: [Reincarnator]
Level: 1 (0%)
HP: 100%
> [Stats]
Strength: 20
Agility: 20
Vitality: 35
Perception: 40
Intelligence: 55
Wisdom: 30
Charm: 35
Luck: 30
Stat Points: 0
> [Skills]
[Gamer's Body] [MAX]
Your Existence is like that of a game character. Your injuries are all cosmetic, though you'll feel pain and gain debuffs. You only need to fear lowering your HP to zero. You can recover to your peak after sleeping for 8 hours. Your Existence is extremely adaptable, able to adapt to any kind of phenomenon, within reason .You are compatible with every kind of power system, item and energy. These are just some of the boons provided by the Gamer's Body.
[Gamer's Mind] [MAX]
Your mind is an iron trap, with you having perfect memory. Your mind cannot be accessed by any external being and is protected in the Absolute sense, with the same being said for your body and soul. Your thinking cannot be affected by your emotions or current status. You will still be able to feel, but those feelings will not interfere in your thinking. Your Existence is unable to be manipulated, controlled or destroyed. Your Existence will always live on and be protected. These are just some of the boons provided by the Gamer's Mind.
[Umbrakinesis] [12/100]
Allows you to weave shadow and darkness into physical form and exert control over it. You can develop more skills from this main skill.
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He read the list, dissecting the information. The stats were quantifiable, a measure of his self. His Intelligence was high. His physical stats were… average. He'd never been an athlete, just a quiet, observant survivor.
The skills were the main course.
Gamer's Body. Gamer's Mind. The descriptions unfolded in his consciousness as he focused on them, explaining the impossible calm, the sense of detachment, the feeling that his body was now operating on different rules. He was, for all intents and purposes, immortal in a specific, game-like way. And his mind was a fortress. No psychic, no trauma, no overwhelming emotion could shake his core cognition.
It was freedom. He would feel everything, but never be ruled by it. He would live through anything, though he could still lose.
His gaze fell on his Quirk, now formalized as a System Skill. Level 12. It could grow.
A new panel flickered into view, commanding his attention.
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>>> [Mission Panel]
[UA Admission Test]
Time Remaining: 30 Days, 0 Hours, 0 Minutes.
You have to pass the UA admittance Test and become a recognized Hero in-training.
Extra Objective 1: Pass within the top 5.
Extra Objective 2: Secure the Top position.
> [Rewards]
[10,000 EXP] - [Title: UA Student]
Extra Reward - 1 - [10,000 EXP] - [Random Elite-Grade Item]
Extra Reward - 2 - [50,000 EXP] - [Random Elite-Grade Skill]
[Penalties]
[Cannot participate majorly in the MHA storyline.]
[Limited interaction with the Main Cast.]
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The mission text was a matter of cold urgency. One month. The entrance exam. The gateway to the story, to the people he knew, to the chance to intervene.
The penalties were not mere failures. To be sidelined from the narrative... for a Reincarnator, it was a fate worse than death. It meant his knowledge would be worthless, his presence meaningless. He would be a ghost in the machine, watching the tragedies he remembered unfold without any chance to change them.
'I will not allow that.' He thought with hot determination. Plans for the future were being made in his mind.
Takashi turned from the window. The system's displays were removed with a thought.
'Convinient.'
He walked to his modest desk and opened a drawer, pulling out two fresh notebooks. With a pen in hand, the familiar weight comforting, he opened the first.
On the pristine white page, he wrote in clean, precise characters: Canon Timeline: Threats & Opportunities.
He began to list them, the memories flowing from that other life with perfect, painful clarity. The USJ. The Sports Festival. The Hero Killer. The kidnapping of Bakugo. The rise of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Each event was a knot of danger and potential. He noted names, dates, outcomes. The deaths that could be prevented. The turning points that could be leveraged.
He filled three pages before stopping. He set that notebook aside and opened the second.
On its cover, he wrote: System Optimization: Month 1.
Here, his mind truly engaged. The cold fire of Gamer's Mind fused with the passionate purpose of his human heart. He was not just a player. He was a Reincarnator with a mission.
1. Quirk Grind: Umbrakinesis is my only combat-viable Skill. Current capabilities: minor shaping, density increase. Hypothesis: Can be pushed to create constructs, tools, restraints. Training regimen: 6 hours daily, focused experimentation.
2. Physical Conditioning: Stats are average. Must improve Strength and Agility to 40s or 50s. Research bodyweight efficiency exercises. Running. Parkour fundamentals.
3. Information Gathering: Analyze public records of past UA exams. Practical exam involves robots AND hidden rescue points. Prioritize saving people over destruction.
4. Resource Allocation: Funds are adequate. Purchase training gear. High-nutrition food. No unnecessary expenditures.
He wrote without flourish, each line a step on his path.
Finally, he put the pen down. He looked at his hands—the hands of a fifteen-year-old who had just remembered dying once and now faced a world of living legends and impending doom.
A faint, wry smile touched his lips. 'It truly is extraordinarily strange.'
He looked over to the Alignment tab in his status. 'Chaotic Good. That's accurate.', he thought. He believed in heroes. In saving people. But the system of this world, its rigid hierarchies and blind spots, was flawed. He knew exactly how flawed. He would not play by all its rules.
He stood up and walked back to the center of his room. He focused on the deep shadow in the corner, the one that seemed to drink the light.
"Umbrakinesis," he murmured.
He reached for it, not with his hand, but with his will. The shadow trembled, then stretched, peeling from the wall like black tar. It pooled on the floor before him, a liquid patch of night in the afternoon sun.
With a thought, he focused and commanded it to rise. It did, forming a slender, wavering pole about a meter high. It held for three seconds before collapsing back into a shapeless puddle.
[Umbrakinesis has increased to Level 13!]
The notification brought no thrill, only confirmation. It could be done. It would be work. Relentless, systematic work.
Takashi Kishimoto, the orphan, the Reincarnator, the new Gamer, looked at the scattered shadow on his floor. Outside his window, a world of heroes and villains continued its oblivious dance toward a bloody future.
He had one month to prepare. One month to grind. One month to step onto the stage and change the game.
He took a deep breath, the last breath of the boy who only knew one life. He let it out, and with it, accepted the weight of the second.
"Alright," he said to the empty apartment, his voice a quiet vow in the stillness. "Let's begin."
The words were barely out of his mouth when a new, softer chime echoed in his mind, distinct from the System's neutral announcements.
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[New Daily Quest Generated!]
[Daily Quest] [The First Step]
> Main Objective 1: Train [Umbrakinesis] for 2 hours.
> Main Objective 2: Perform 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run.
[Rewards]
[500 EXP] - [+1 to VIT, STR, and AGI] - [1 Stat Point]
[Penalties]
[None]
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Takashi's eyes narrowed slightly. 'Daily Quests. Of course. Guess I'll be following in the footsteps of the Shadow Monarch.'
He didn't waste a second.
His apartment was too small for the run, but the calisthenics were doable. He changed into simple workout clothes, a simple black shirt and black plants.
He dropped to the floor and began. Push-ups. His body, with its 20 Strength and 35 Vitality, found the first thirty easy. By fifty, his muscles burned with a sharp, clean fire. By eighty, each rep was a grinding effort of will. Gamer's Body didn't make it effortless; it made the effort productive. He could feel the strain, but beneath it, a strange certainty—that the effort was directly translating into something quantifiable.
He finished the set, sweat beading on his forehead, and moved to sit-ups, then squats. The notifications came in small, incremental ticks. It was addicting. Each ache was progress made visible.
An hour later, his body thrummed with fatigue, but his mind was crystal clear. 'The run.'
He stepped out into the Musutafu evening. The air was cool, the streets bathed in the orange glow of sunset. He started at a jog, mapping a route in his head that would loop through several neighborhoods and end back at his apartment—roughly 10 km.
As he ran, he observed. This was his world now. A woman with crystalline hair chatted on a phone, her fingers glittering. A man walked a dog that had miniature, functional wings. Normal. Everyday. But to Takashi, everything was a detail to be observed and catalogued.
'I am utterly ordinary in this superhuman world.'
He pushed aside his thoughts and rushed his pace. His lungs began to burn. His legs protested.
Halfway through, he passed Dagobah Municipal Beach. He slowed, his breath coming in heavy clouds. The place was a famous dumping ground, a mountain range of trash. Though, recently, someone had cleaned a large part of the beach.
'This where the plot truly condences into the story about a boy without a quirk fighting against all odds and becoming a hero respected by everyone. A shounen manga through and through.' Takashi let out a sigh.
He finished the run as the first stars appeared, stumbling back through his apartment door. A final notification chimed.
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[Strength +1]
[Agility +1]
[Vitality +1]
Daily Quest Component Complete: Physical Training.
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'Two down. One to go.'
He drank water, ate a quick meal of rice and fish, feeling his body already pulling energy to repair itself. Gamer's Body at work.
Then, he turned to the shadows.
For the next two hours, he experimented. He wasn't trying to create complex constructs yet. He focused on the fundamentals. Control. Density. Sustainability.
He made the shadow pool stretch into a sheet, then condense into a dense, black brick. He lifted it. It weighed perhaps five kilograms—a tangible creation from intangible darkness. He held it until a deep, mental fatigue set in, a sign he was pushing the skill near its current limit, and the brick dissolved.
He practiced speed. Snapping a tendril of darkness out to fetch a pen from his desk. The first ten attempts missed. The eleventh connected. By the fiftieth, he could do it reliably.
[Umbrakinesis has increased to Level 14!]
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[Umbrakinesis has increased to Level 15!]
The progress was slower than the physical stats, but each level felt more significant. At level 15, he discovered something new. By focusing his will on a single, knife-shaped construct, he could make its edge feel sharp. Not metallic, but with a biting, cold pressure. He carefully pricked his finger with it. A bead of blood welled up, and his HP ticked down by 0.1.
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[New Skill Unlocked!]
[Shadow Shaping] [Lv. 1]
A subset of Umbrakinesis. Increases the quality, detail, and structural integrity of shadow constructs.
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As midnight approached, a final, satisfying chime echoed.
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[Daily Quest: The First Step - COMPLETE!]
[+500 EXP] - [+1 to VIT, STR, and AGI] - [+1 Stat Point]
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A warmth flowed through him, distinct from the fatigue. The EXP bar in his status, previously at 0%, filled up. He willed the Stat Point into Luck.
[Luck: 30 -> 31]
He stood in the middle of his room, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside casting long, deep shadows. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. But for the first time since awakening, he felt a sense of concrete direction. The path was not a mystery. It was a grind. A series of numbers to be raised, skills to be leveled up and quests to be completed.
He looked at the Mission Panel again. 29 Days, 23 Hours Remaining.
One day down.
He showered, the hot water sluicing away the grime. In the mirror, his silver-gray eyes looked back, calm and calculating. The face was young, but the gaze felt ancient. A Reincarnator's gaze.
A smirk grazed his face. "So... I am really here. A world of heroes and villians." His face developed an even bigger smirk. 'I am gonna rock this world and carve my name into it's history.'
As he lay in bed, sleep claimed him with the swift efficiency Gamer's Body promised.
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