The lights flickered, stuttering as the panels sped up.
Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)
Peter Parker / Spider-Man (young) (Marvel)
Hiccup (How to Train Your Dragon)
Cloud Strife (early FFVII)
Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World)
Jack-Jack (baby) (The Incredibles)
It cycled through even more names—going faster and faster,
Blurring everything together as panel after panel raced by:
Ding!!!
Aoyama's grin faltered slightly.
"…Oh?"
The panels slammed to a halt.
RESULT:
[(Anti-Venom)] (Marvel)
The room fell silent.
Aoyama blinked.
"…That doesn't sound balanced."
The screen flickered again, as if the system itself hesitated.
SKIN DETAILS
Name: Anti-Venom Variant
Type: Symbiote Hybrid
Classification: High-Risk / Adaptive
Abilities:
• Regenerative Healing, Toxin & Disease Purification
• Enhanced Strength & Reflexes
• Symbiote Weapon Manifestation
Restriction Applied:
• Output Limited to 15%
• Regeneration Cooldown
• Symbiote Binding: Suppressed
"…Ah." Aoyama leaned back slowly.
"So you do have a balancing system."
SYSTEM RESPONSE
All incompatible or otherworldly skins weaken naturally outside their source world. Some may react differently depending on genetic compatibility.
"I should've known I wouldn't get something that lets me steamroll this world," he shrugged. "Ah well… beggars can't be choosers."
His smile returned.
A new prompt appeared.
[Equip Skin?]
YES / NO
He stared at it for a moment.
"…Tell me…"
He stood up from the bed, rolling his shoulders.
"If I equip a skin, will I be limited in how often I can use it? And if I make clones—since they're technically me—"
He stretched—
—and one clone formed at his side.
His skin rippled as his quirk activated again.
Three more clones split off.
Then more.
Four. Five. Six.
He felt it immediately.
His body grew lighter—frailer.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
Their skin paled.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
They started to shake.
Aoyama dropped to one knee as more clones formed, his body now flickering with silver energy.
The earlier clones began to deteriorate.
They groaned.
Their immune systems weakened—fragile, barely functioning.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Blood.
They coughed blood.
Twenty-four.
That was the limit.
Any more—and he knew it.
"Would—cough—!"
He covered his mouth, forcing his quirk to stop.
"Would they all be able to use it?"
Ding!
Yes. These sub-bodies act as direct extensions of your soul—not imitations or constructs.
He looked at the prompt again.
Equip skin on all sub-bodies?
YES / NO
He didn't hesitate.
"…Yes."
"Include the one outside the battle sphere… and leave the one I'm speaking through untouched."
For a moment—
Nothing happened.
Then—
Pain.
Not like a normal injury.
This was—
invasive.
A white, liquid-like substance crawled across his clones' bodies.
He could feel them breaking apart.
"…hnn—"
They clenched their teeth.
It spread.
Up their fingers.
Across their arms.
Over their shoulders.
Like a second skin—
No.
Something growing over them.
The symbiote cells didn't bond.
They consumed—then reproduced.
Human flesh collapsed beneath it.
Rewritten.
Replaced.
The clones melted into shifting, unstable forms.
This wasn't Eddie Brock.
It wasn't Flash Thompson.
There was only Anti-Venom.
And it wasn't asking for permission.
Aoyama's consciousness stretched across every strand.
He could feel everything.
The air.
The movement.
The microscopic.
The bacteria—
All of it—
Clinging to his main body.
Attacking.
Slowing his blood.
Restricting his lungs.
Cough! Cough!
He was dying.
Slowly.
"I need to pull them back—cough—move!"
The tendrils resisted.
Writhing.
Fighting him.
"Argh!!!"
They burrowed deeper into his flesh.
Pain exploded through his body.
Skrrreee—
A silent screech rippled through him.
Something changed.
The symbiote turned.
They attacked the infection.
Devoured it.
Destroyed it.
The bacteria unraveled like threads.
Gone.
The pressure in his chest eased.
His breathing steadied.
His vision cleared.
The silver tendrils moved through him—
Bone.
Muscle.
Organs.
Everything.
He felt his influence over the symbiote swarm as he issued a single command to himself.
Refinement.
A new understanding formed—of his body and the clone-light within it.
Two forces met.
One alien.
One human.
Flare!!!
Light surged.
The alien cells intertwined with his ever-active clone-light, releasing a radiant burst.
Name: Hikaru Aoyama
Age: +18 (alternate experience)
Classification: Human Hybrid (Human Mutate / Mutant)
Mutations: Clone Link (Quirk) | Lightforce (New) (Inactive)
Narrative Role: Antagonist / Hero Candidate
Attributes:
Power Level: 21
Strength: G+
Agility: F+
Defense: G+
Endurance: G+
Vitality: F+++
Intelligence: H+
Perception: F++
Willpower: F++
Charisma: F++
Energy Control: G-
His body—no longer fully human—responded.
Stronger.
Faster.
Alive.
Huff. Huff.
"…It didn't work…?"
He forced himself up.
His skin bubbled—silver and white forming across his body.
A spider-like pattern spread across his chest.
Strength: G++
"I thought… stacking…"
He steadied his breathing.
"…would give me a simple multiplier… but this…"
He could feel the foreign light coursing through him.
It felt similar to when he went full Anodite—but instead of awakening to mana—
This felt like his senses were opening to the healing energy of the world itself.
[(Healing Radiance)] (Passive / Amateur)
He looked at his reflection.
A half-formed suit covered him.
Organic.
With a Spider-Man-like aesthetic, clinging imperfectly to his skin.
It reminded him of when Peter Parker first wore the symbiote suit.
But unlike the classic black suit—
This one glowed.
A luminous white.
Trying to mend itself across the exposed parts of his body.
He opened and clenched his hand, making the symbiote appear and disappear—testing the limits of his control.
This feeling was intoxicating.
His skin cleared—blackheads, pimples, and blemishes fading slowly.
His eyes brightened, free of the usual dullness.
Yet somewhere deep inside—
Something darker stirred.
He clenched his fist.
The symbiote spread further.
Down his arms.
Across his back.
Up his neck.
Strength: G+++
He inhaled through the forming mask.
"…So this is what it feels like to touch the essence of life itself…"
He stared at himself.
The hive consciousness stabilized—barely—within his fragmented clone link.
He raised his hand.
"…What if I push it further?"
He tried to form another clone—
⚠ Warning: Creating additional clones while bound to symbiote/Lightforce consciousness may cause system recoil due to incompatible biological structures.
"…!"
Too late.
His arm flared silver.
The symbiote surged—
Expanding.
Writhing.
Unstable.
It lashed outward—
—CRACK!!!—
The mirror shattered.
"Cancel!!!"
Too late.
The force exploded outward—
Blasting through the wall.
!!!
Aoyama stood there.
Shoulders slumped.
"…Shit."
"The wall…"
He rushed forward, looking down through the hole.
Tenants stared up at him.
Shocked.
Confused.
Among them—
A familiar face.
A girl with green hair tied in a bow.
Her wide eyes locked onto his unit.
Out of everyone there—
She stood out.
"…Froppy?"
He blinked.
"…No. Tsuyu Asui…"
"…What is she doing here?"
"AOYAMA!!!"
He flinched.
Tsutsumi Sayuri stormed forward, furious.
"How did you break the wall?! And what are you wearing?!"
She held up paperwork, shaking.
"Who's going to rent here with a hole in one of the rooms?!"
Her voice echoed in his mind.
Get back inside!
You're scaring the tenants!
She turned, forcing a smile.
"Haha… teenagers, you know…"
"They try for U.A. once and lose control…"
The family chuckled awkwardly.
"Oh? Did he take the exam too?" the mother asked.
"Our daughter said it was difficult, right?"
Tsuyu nodded.
"Yeah," she croaked calmly.
"We had to defeat robots about the size of cars… and at the end, you wouldn't believe what happened."