Chapter 164 - My SI Stash #64 - And Thus I Shaped History by Akallas von Aerok (MyHeroAcademiaXWorm)

-SI to MHAverse before Izuku is even born, of course there'll be time skips, it's also got quite the OPMC~! (he's got the same power sets of different Worm characters)

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Chapter 0+1

My beginning was …

It felt like a joke and I hate it now. All of the things I've done, all of the things I would do.

And it started as a joke?

Don't make me laugh or laugh yourself.

[Congratulations on winning the MultiUniversal Self-insert Experience!]

I and my only customer in the store looked up. "What the-?"

[You will now be given a power and transported to a world of our choosing? Are you ready?]

Suddenly, I was freed from the grasp of gravity and floated up.

"Wait, wait-!"

[Then off we go to a new world!]

The last thing I saw of my homeworld was a dumbstruck ice cream customer gawking at me as I disappeared in a blink of light.

[Don't worry, you will get an entire mental manual given to you before you arrive at your destination. Please give us a five star review after you die at your destination!]

"What the f.u.c.k," I muttered to myself as I woke up. Groaning as I felt my muscles complain to me, I slowly got up. Here, I realized why my muscles were sore: I slept on concrete floor. I looked around and saw signs, some wooden and many neon, with tons of wires going whichever way between the buildings I was surrounded by. I looked around and saw …

"Is that a dinosaur?"

Sometime later, I realized that I was without any kind of identification in Tokyo, Japan.

Mind you, Japan was the last place someone like me wanted to be. It was, unfortunately, a land of racism. "... I don't even speak Japanese," I grumbled to myself as I walked the streets of Tokyo.

Being a foreigner in a foreign country was not a new experience, but one I never liked. Last time I had this experience was when I was a little kid immigrating to the USA.

F.u.c.k, I would rather be a poor f.u.c.ker from Gutemala in Mexico than a rich Korean who couldn't speak Japanese in Japan. And I wasn't even rich!

I was a goddamn illegal immigrant (which I wasn't because I was forced here, but would the authorities care?)!

On top of that…

This was the "My Hero Academia" universe, where superpowers were the norm and strong powers brought strong attention.

And my power…

Gah.

I didn't want to think about it.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I muttered to myself in English. Some of the people around me glanced at me before moving on.

I sighed before looking at a police station.

"... Alright, what's the worst that could happen?"

As I slept, I dreamed of myself, my power, and my new-self.

2 hours later…

Sitting inside a jail cell, I mumbled to myself angrily. "I suppose I can get jailed." After a while, I just slept.

When I woke up after a while, it was done so at the incessant banging of the jail cell by someone. Groggily, I sat up from the only cot in the cell and looked up.

"A lizard?" I uttered in shock.

"That is Lieutenant Matori for you, foreigner," the lizard said, and he was right. He wore the police uniform with just a bit more stars and stripes attached. He also did not look happy to see me even before I called him a lizard.

"... You're speaking English," I grunted. "Finally got someone who could translate, huh?"

"Yes," he said before pulling out keys. "You're getting deported."

I just blinked before smiling. "Perfect! Where to?"

He paused and stared at me. "Normally, when people hear that they are getting deported…"

I waved my hand. "You're doing me a favor here, buddy!" I said with a laugh. "I got dropped in Tokyo against my will. You're doing me a favor putting me back in either Korea or America!"

He grimaced. "Korea? That warzone?"

I blinked.

"What warzone?"

"... Where are you from, really?" he asked and stopped opening the door. "Everyone knows what happened in Korea."

"... No, seriously. What happened to Korea?"

As much as I loved America, there was still a connection that I felt when it came to Korea (South). It was where I was born. Its food was what I was raised on. Its culture, while I disliked it very much on many levels and liked only very few aspects of it, was what was familiar to me. Even if I knew that this was not my Earth (lizard people!), Korea was still my birthplace.

And to hear that it was a warzone?

He looked perturbed.

"You do not know," he stated, not asked. He must have been able to see it on my face or something.

-AKA-

Lieutenant Matori Karuha

When his superior pulled him away from his cushy desk job, he expected to use his Quirk on some idiot who tried to fool a police officer.

Instead, he was faced with an illiterate foreigner who "turned" himself into a police station.

Karuha thought then that he was pulled because he spoke the most fluent English.

From his superiorr's perspective, Karuha's thoughts were indeed correct; he was put on this job for his ability to speak English fluently.

But when he began to talk with the person in question…

There was something wrong.

Feeling pity for the fool, he talked about Korea's state of being.

Or rather, the lack of state.

How North Korea broke under the strain of quirk rebellions, how that rebellion spread to anti-quirk South Korea, and how bigger neighbors, including Japan, had jumped into the chaos.

What he did not expect from this exchange was how the man responded.

"Guess I'll head there. I don't have time for boats and bureaucracy either."

"Huh?" Karuha uttered to himself as the unknown man stood up with hard eyes and clenched jaws. "You don't-" he stood up and pushed the man back. He succeeded, but the man gave him a look before dismissing him.

"Glory Girl," the man whispered.

And suddenly, Karuha was being pushed back instead. He pushed but he found himself pushed back as if he wasn't there. He crashed into the cell, and he struggled ineffectually.

The man pushed him aside gently, and grabbed the bars with both of his hands.

And tore them apart.

Karuha quickly pulled his radio up and spoke in Japanese. "We have a rampager!" he shouted and heard the police sirens turn on soon. "Stand down, foreigner!"

The man looked back at him before shrugging and walking forward.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

The man replied without looking back and using the doors to exit like a normal man. "To Korea."

That man would go on to become someone the world would know as Eidolon. At the start of it all, he was questioned by journalists in Busan after he successfully took over the entire city by himself. When asked about himself, he called himself a powerful fool with his own name a tribute to a fool he only knew of and doing only knows what he knew best.

Eidolon would go onto assemble an army of quirk users with him at the head of it. With numerous quirk users at his side on top of his own seemingly infinite number of quirks (some too frightful to be mentioned again), he would start what the Koreans later called "Dae-Han-Ban-Do Tobul," or Great Korean Peninsula Subjugation Campaign.

In the span of three years, Eidolon would end the meaningless chaos that had devastated an entire peninsula. Once he put an end to that war, he would stay just long enough to ensure that a proper government rose up.

And on the day he left, he left a single message for not just the Koreans who he'd become the savior of but also the world.

"Don't make me come back."

To his dying day, Captain Karuha wondered if things would have turned out differently if he hadn't told that man what happened to his birthplace.

Matori Karuha wondered even on his deathbed whether or not he could have stopped that foreigner from becoming a killer of a hundred thousand, the mountain shaper, the horror maker, the ruthless warlord…

He wondered as he closed his eyes if he could have prevented the creation of ...

Eidolon the Butcher.

-AKA-

Chapter 1

2219.8.19 (30 years before Izuku enters UA)

I sighed as I put the finishing touches on my newest farm plot.

Living here in California had the advantages that Korea didn't have. For one, it was always planting season in California. So what if it got a little cold? Plant some Tomatoes. It's hot? Tomatoes. It's hotter? Tomatoes! It just got colder? MORE TOMATOES!

Seriously, it's like in California, tomatoes grow whether you want them to or not. "Hmm," I hummed to myself. "What should I plant on this plot?" I asked myself while staring at the untouched and unplanted farm plot. It was right next to my six year old asparagus and strawberry mix plot and my squash plot.

…

I should plant more tomatoes, right?

Then he noticed someone in the periphery of his vision. He looked up and left. There, someone just entered his land some half a kilometer away. He also wore business suits and had a suitcase. Was this a business visit?

I thought about it before raising an eyebrow and muttered to myself. "That's weird. I shouldn't have anyone coming in for business."

The man paused for a second while looking at him and started approaching again.

"Tattletale," I muttered to himself.

Immediately, I was hit with a small wave of information.

Asian. Tall. One-hundred eighty-two centimeters tall (5.97 foot). Superior quality business suit, price range over a fifty-thousand dollar for the whole set. Aware of who I am. Form is familiar.

Memories? Yes. International news from some time ago.

Body language is confident. Can easily shift into combat stances if necessary. Trained in martial arts, but not a pursuant of it for the sake of it. Training was necessary for real life combat. Hands are not extremely calloused. High end manager? Not military. Level of discipline shown in military officers are lacking. Private security? Unlikely. Hero association? Unlikely.

Villain?

… Possible.

No more need for that, then.

I pushed Tattletale's power down, and then -. "Lung."

I felt nothing at first.

"What do you want, stranger?" I asked the man while still sitting on my tree stump-chair. "You don't look like a produce rep to a farmer like me."

"... You haven't aged a bit," the man said. "Not one bit since I saw you all those years ago."

Now, I was curious. I met this guy before?

"And you are…?"

"Shigaraki."

"Hmm. And you are here because?"

"I finally found your location. I thought I would pay my respect to the greatest villain that ever lived. Someone whose infamy keeps the greatest nations around the world leashed to a single sentence you said as you walked out of the limelight."

I paused and then stared at him.

"The way you say those things already puts you on my crosshair, boy. There's a reason not many choose to seek me out. Or live to tell the tale."

"Yes, but I think you'll let me go."

"Hmm. Grab a pair of gloves and roll up your sleeves, boy."

"... Huh?"

"If you want to talk, then you will talk while working. I need to plant my seeds here, and I'm not going to stop to listen to you."

"... Alright then."

"And no quirks."

Shigaraki guy (name was familiar) went about finding one of the plastic trowels laying about and came to his side.

"Start digging a shallow hole, no more than half an inch, every six inches along the plot. I'll be dropping the seed as you go."

Shigaraki seemed exasperated and a little perplexed before he did as I told him to.

"So, what made you come here?" I asked. "If you searched for me, then you must know who I am."

"I do. You are Eidolon."

"Yes. Go on."

"You are the man who shaped an entire region's international politics with sheer might, and then you disappeared. Oh, everyone knows you're still around. You remind them of that occasionally."

I smirked. "Like what?"

"The quirk you call Purity. You blast it off."

"Mosquitos annoyed me too much sometimes."

"... You use a quirk comparable to rapidfire tactical ballistic missile as a mosquito killer?"

"Hey, it works. Don't diss it."

"... Perhaps it is best you aren't ruling anything. Such brute force is unnecessary."

"Just like how I shaped those politics with my brute force, hmm?"

"You are, when you want to be, a force of nature."

"Anything else?"

"I am curious. You finally united the peninsula that had fallen to civil war and chaos for so long and after standing where you could mold that land, the people, into your image… you leave."

I paused as I dropped the eighth seed.

Shigaraki, where have I heard that name before…?

"Because I am a fool."

Shigaraki didn't say anything, waiting for me to continue. His hands kept on moving, though. Smart lad. I dropped another seed into the shallow hole he made.

"I have the brain for planning and quirks that allow me to think far better than anyone on this planet. I can think faster than most supercomputers, plan efficiency into all plans, and make a plan to keep the entire world from starving, and I also have the power to enforce all of those plans. Yet I didn't. I stopped at ending the chaos. Can you guess why?"

Shigaraki seemed to think of it.

"The people?"

"No. Change."

He paused.

"Change?"

"I love who I am. I am not perfect but it is because I am who I am that I love myself. You understand that, yes?"

"Everyone loves themselves, whether they admit it or know it."

"Exactly. Perhaps my dead parents knew more about me than I do, but on this planet, I know myself more than anyone else. Had I stayed, however, I would have changed. Perhaps I would use my authority and power to make a harem. Maybe even force myself on some poor girls. Power tends to drive people that way."

Hmm… Tomura. No, too old to be-.

"It does."

"So I left at the end of what I considered where I would not change myself further. I saw who I was and I loved it. Had I stayed, I might have gone to paths that might leave me … unhappy."

"Personal happiness? That is why you left?"

"A little. One man also cannot hold all of the power. I can be the back-up's back-up plan but never the back-up or the thing that rules publicly. Do you know why?"

"... Stagnation and rebellion."

"You understand. You are smart and educated, aren't you?"

"Yes."

I laughed. "So serious." Then I let my laughter die off as I confirmed with a quick change to Tattletale and then back to Lung. "So, All for One-" He lurched. "-You have your answer. What will you do?"

He stopped.

"Oh, and just a bit of note. You can try to steal some of my quirks and I would lose them forever, but that's because you would be dead. And you know what I can do with the dead."

"Your most feared power, the Necromancer."

I groaned. "It's called the Fairy Queen."

"But no one else cares. You are a man who raises the dead as phantoms and use their powers. Necromancer fits far more than the Fairy Queen in gender and form."

"Fine, be that way. You can go now."

He stood up, bowed like a polite man he liked to portray himself to be, and left.

I finished setting up the potato plot.

"Now, time to water the entire plot. Sploosh," I said, taking on an obscure Worm cape's power.

Using power to water my farm? Part of my daily chore.

Might have to set up an irrigation system so that water still goes to all of the plants if I ever have to go away. Maybe even leave a clone behind to take care of the veggies and sell them at the market....