CHAPTER 334 DOING THE RIGHT THING
<span style="font-weight:400">I came to as I punched someone in the face. He was wearing a skull mask made out of real bone. The bone shattered as my fist connected with his face and my body instinctively shot electricity out. White streaks of lightning jumped into the man causing him to yell and convulse.
<span style="font-weight:400">Another 3 men, dressed up just like him came for me. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but didn’t hesitate to knock them out as well. Lightning didn’t shoot out from me this time as I punched them. Focusing Nen into my fists the men were blown back from each blow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Flexing my muscles, the body I was in was strong. Very strong. Each movement felt like I was a coiled spring ready to release. Looking around there were more men with the skull masks on, but above me were 2 people flying and fighting. One was a man dressed up like Skeletor, or he was Skeletor, I didn’t know. He had a purple cloak, skull face, and he was throwing fireballs at a woman. The woman was flying around and shooting balls of white energy at him.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Hitting another skull-guy who I assumed was a henchmen I found a womanying on the ground with a phone. She was filming the fight going on overhead. I grabbed the phone from her and flipped the camera around to face me. I was wearing a white face mask over my eyes, but my memories began to pour in as I received the notification.
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<b>Wee to Hero World</b>
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<span style="font-weight:400">When everyone has powers, no one does.
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<span style="font-weight:400">I was Weston Walker. 23 years old. I lived in the city of New Castle. By day I was an up anding trust fund recipient. By night. or more urately most of the time, I was the superhero Chargefist. “Fucking stupid name,” I mumbled as the memories continued to roll in.
<span style="font-weight:400">My parents were rich, but not dead. Having felt a major calling for hero work after being kidnapped as a child, I took on the identity of Chargefist after my Power awoke when I was 16. Most everyone in the world had a superpower, but like in MHA, they were usually simple and stupid powers like I can pee gatorade or nts turn red when I walk by. I was one of the lucky few that had a mildly strong Power.
<span style="font-weight:400">Able to charge my body with electricity I used it on my fists. Hence my hero name, Chargefist. “Changing that asap,” I mumbled as the quest appeared.
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<b>Hero World Quest:</b>
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<span style="font-weight:400">Help defeat Dr. Death
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<span style="font-weight:400">I whistled as I read the reward. I had received the Quirk Forge in My Hero Academia a long time ago. I hadn’t expected to receive another. Which was odd. Why didn’t I receive a quest for my Power on my Status Screen instead?
<span style="font-weight:400">Another henchman of Dr. Death heading my way I charged my fist with electricity. Instead of waiting for him toe to me I punched out and the electricity hit him hard. His body convulsing I was surprised how easy it was to control the power. The old Weston had no idea how to throw the electricity, but it was a little like my Devil Fruit. A part of my brain that activated and controlled it. Sending it shooting out was only natural.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking up to the fight going on above our heads, Dr. Death was the Skeletor viin. His opponent was the hero of the city, Lady Day. Wearing a white mask like my own, she had a white cape, and yellow spandex for her main costume. Like a smoking hot Saitama. A ck sun emzoned on the front of the tights, barely holding anything in spandex, I had been her on again off again sidekick for years. We were on again currently.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Lady Day was struggling against Dr. Death. Her white sr energy beam losing out to Dr. Death’s fire and death ray she was getting pushed back. I moved closer to them, knocking out another 2 henchmen on my way to the cubicle walls of the bank.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Jumping up to one of the thin walls I shot a bolt of electricity at Dr. Death. It didn’t affect his skeletal body. Basically a mix of Dr. Manhattan and a necromancer the guy was almost immortal. The small shot was enough to get his attention though. He moved over to me, angry at the interruption. When he got closer I forced Nen into my fist. Jumping over the ck death ray he sent at me I punched him with all I had.
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<span style="font-weight:400">His skull was knocked from his body and the skeleton dropped like a puppet whose strings were cut. Landing on the ground easily I moved to where his skull hadnded. “You fucking piece of shit!” He yelled, the skull trying to bite me as I wrapped it in my own cape. “I’ll k-” he was cut off as I stuffed cloth into the jaw so he couldn''t talk.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Nice job, Chargefist,” Lady Day said as shended next to me. “I had trouble getting so close.” She reached out for the skull. Since Dr. Death was immortal the skull controlled everything. Knocking it away from the skeleton was all you needed to do to eliminate most of his power. He somehow took strength from bones of other people. He would be useless until he broke out of prison and got another corpse body.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“No problem,” I said, handing her the cape and skull. “Don’t call me Chargefist anymore. Call me…Te,” I decided on with a shrug. My memories of this Earth told me he never existed in this world, so it was good enough.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ooookay,” she said slowly. Walking away I looked down to her ass, but it was quickly hidden by her white cape. I wasn’t sure why this was considered a smut world, but I looked forward to finding out.
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">Lady Day and I were part of a group called the Sentries. Basically the Avengers, we focused on New Castle city. A group of 6 to 12 super heroes depending on the drama going on. We worked from the top floor of thergest building in the city, Sentry Tower. I couldn’t fly, of course, but Lady Day could.
<span style="font-weight:400">After the police took Dr. Death and his henchmen away she carried me to the Tower. As she flew and I hung onto her I thought about what to do. After receiving my Power Forge I wanted to make sure I did it right this time, but this wasn’t MHA. Where the main cast of MHA were all kids training to make the world a better ce, this Hero World was far from perfect.
<span style="font-weight:400">On 2 separate asions Lady Day had gotten sun poisoning. Her power derived from sr energy the poisoning caused her to leak cancerous gamma rays. It was well hidden, but she had inadvertently killed over 20 people during those instances. And possibly gave a few hundred cancer, me included. Another time she was mind controlled and was a viin for a few weeks. She mercilessly killed a lot of people when that happened. But heroes in this world were given a pass for bad things. Something old me hated immensely.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since she was the strongest hero in the city I decided I wouldn’t mind taking her Power with the Forge.
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<span style="font-weight:400">I clicked yes.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Ipatible Power
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck,” I said. I didn’t think that was a thing. I had only tried the Quirk Forge on Muscr in MHA. I wondered if I would need a higher grade to make it work.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s that?” She asked, wind roaring in my ears as we came to the tall tower.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing,” I said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">She frowned. “You alright? Maybe you should have Medici look at you?” Lady Day’s Haki leaked worry.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine,” I assured. We arrived on the balcony and walked into the spacious top floor. A few heroes sitting around watching TV, they asked us how things went but I soon left to find my next target.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nightwalker was the 2nd strongest in the Tower. Able to disappear into shadows he was my best bet to steal a Power. I knew all of these people, but old me wasn’t a fan of any of them. Nightwalker was a twisted version of Batman. By twisted I meant he didn’t do the job for noble reasons. Nightwalker had a history of peeping, at the minimum. Originally joining the group to stave off prison time after he got a little too fixated on a girl, he wasn’t the best of role models, but the city loved him because the police kept it quiet.
<span style="font-weight:400">I found him sitting in the dark on aputer. He practically threw hisputer away as soon as he heard meing. Obviously up to no good I tried to use my Power Forge on him as well. Again I was met with an error.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Fucking hell,” I said, leaving him to whatever porn he was watching. Walking around the Tower I thought of who next to try. It was quite obvious in hindsight. I didn’t need the strongest Power, I needed the most important.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Medici was an older woman. Impossibly old. Supposedly she was the mother of all medicine. Having lived for thousands of years, her power was to heal herself and others. There wasn’t anything that could help me more in my Challenges than healing. It was a reach, but I decided to give it a try.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey Medici,” I said, walking into her infirmary. She was older, appearing to be in her 40s. Long ck hair, she wore a tight doctor’s jacket that hid her curves.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Weston,” she said with a nod. “I wasing to see you. Lady Day says you were acting weird. We don’t want another Mindmatter incident. Do you mind submitting to a scan?” She asked. Mindmatter was the viin that had controlled Lady Day.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all,” I said. Trying one final time. This time I got a different message when I brought it up.
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<span style="font-weight:400">I guessed that was sign enough that I could use it on her. This was the same message I got before using the quirk Forge on Muscr all those years ago. I decided to be smart about it this time. As I sat on the hospital bed and she scanned me with a device I asked, “How does your Power work, Medici?” <span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“My Power?” She asked. “What? Why?”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Just curious. You’ve been using it a long time. Has it evolved from how you got it? I am trying to dig into my own. Trying to figure out if I can do more,” I admitted. Trying to act nonchnt about the information.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Nope, hasn’t changed much,” she said. The device scanning my head beeped as she spoke. “My power isn’t too powerful in a fight. But it is a godsend off the battlefield. I tell other people’s bodies what to do.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Like what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like heal,” she said. “Or stop pain. Increase chemicals going to certain areas. I mostly talk to people’s nervous and immune system, but most anything is open to me.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“How do you use your power?” I asked, quite intrigued.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Comes naturally,” she said. “As I talk to people’s bodies, they talk to me. I can know where people are hurting. What ails them without asking a question. Kind of a…voice of the body.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, slowly understanding. “Anything else cool about your Power?” I asked. My heart rate increasing. I was going to do something I had always wanted to do.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m a 1 trick pony,” she said. Setting the scanning device down she asked, “You look good, anything else?” <span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“One more question,” I said. “Last year, when it came out that you were responsible for killing thousands of people, testing on them during the ck gue. Was that true?” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">Her Haki leaked fear, anger, revulsion, and mostly lies. “No,” she said. I could tell she was lying. I nodded and brought it back up.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Old me hated every single one of these supposed heroes. He had idolized and worshiped them until he was strong enough to be one of them. But after years I knew each hero was a danger to themself and everyone around them. They all had their own dark history. All but me. I had been the Midoriya of this world. Hoping that they were worth it, but none were. Not even the healer was without her own dark history.
<span style="font-weight:400">I clicked Yes.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could feel the Spiritual Energy moving from her into me. Slowly but surely the dim white energy leaked into me, bing a part of me. Then abruptly it cut off. Waiting for the pain I watched as Medici began to scream. Her perfect body turned gray. As wrinkles formed on her face and hands, she began to writhe on the floor in pain as she became a withering husk. I guessed her healing power really had kept her alive.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not enjoying the sight of the justice that was being done to her, I waited and the pain assailed me. Cursing, I tried to fight the pain as it all hit me. My body mixing her Power with my own somehow. Other heroes began to rush in as I cked out.