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Venturing in the multiverse

Meet Kai, a 21-year-old grappling with the challenges of raising his sister, Asha, after their parents' passing. Struggling against financial odds, Kai stumbles into a dangerous situation while trying to help someone in need. Despite his injuries, he fights to protect another life. As Kai faces his mortality, a divine figure offers him the chance to become a successor and wield cosmic power. With the allure of exploring his favorite fictional realms, Kai embarks on a journey in a mystical domain to prepare for his destiny as the ruler of the multiverse. A tale of sacrifice, empowerment, and interdimensional adventure awaits in this captivating story. *World are not official, Could be changed later* 1st world: One punch man *Short arc* 2nd: My hero academia 3rd: Fate 4th: highschool Dxd 5th: Tower of God 6th: Against the god more... *Disclaimer* The first arc has inspiration from another Fanfic called ''A cliche multiverse story'', Other than that, everything else is original. *10-25 chap per week*

Enyru · Anime & Comics
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52 Chs

Chapter 45

Tomura's voice cut through the atmosphere like a sharp blade. His words carried a mocking tone, dripping with a mix of arrogance and curiosity. I could feel his eyes fixed on me, a challenge issued by his very gaze.

But Kurogiri's silence spoke volumes, indicating that the enigmatic figure was in the process of assessing the situation, his thoughts concealed beneath his mask.

"Hey, Kurogiri, check it out," Tomura chimed in, a wicked grin stretching across his face like a cat that just spotted an unsuspecting mouse,

"This kid here seems to believe he's the hero who can topple all of us villains.

Think All Might would make an appearance if we give him a taste of defeat and the other students too?" He glanced at me, his gaze more calculating than a math teacher grading an exam.

Kurogiri remained enigmatic and silent, his misty form swirling like a cerebral storm. I could tell he was evaluating me, his analytical mind at work, dissecting my potential like a chess master strategizing his next move.

It was evident from the anime that his intellect far surpassed Tomura's impulsive nature, making him the strategic cornerstone of the League of Villains.

The anime had already made it clear that he was the brains behind the operation, a strategist that Tomura sorely needed to balance out his impulsive tendencies.

The moment lingered, and then, as if my mere presence were the punchline of a cosmic joke, one of the villains burst into laughter.

It was like a match igniting a barrel of dynamite; their raucous laughter spread through the group like wildfire, turning the grim scene into a cacophony of mockery.

"Hahaha! Look at this, everyone! We've got ourselves a little warrior wannabe!"

a villain guffawed, the sound echoing like a chorus of hyenas in a dark alley.

His laughter was contagious, infecting the mob of miscreants around him, turning the scene into a chaotic symphony of cackles.

And just like that, I found myself in the spotlight, surrounded by a sea of scornful faces, each one sporting an expression that said,

"Who invited this kid to the grown-ups' party?" But their jeers only fueled my determination, igniting a fire within me that could rival the hottest chili sauce challenge.

The tension in the air was thick as Tomura's words hung between us, a challenge veiled in curiosity.

Kurogiri's silence suggested he was analyzing the situation, his calm demeanor contrasting with Tomura's brashness.

The villains, gathered in a mob before me, exchanged glances and murmurs in response to Tomura's proclamation.

I raised my fists, the cool air brushing against my knuckles like a prelude to the storm.

It was a simple gesture, but it carried an undeniable weight—the weight of purpose, of a resolve that was unshakable, like the foundation of a skyscraper.

Without a moment's hesitation, I surged forward, my body a blur of motion. Each step I took carried me closer to the heart of the chaos, my eyes locked onto the nearest villain.

They hadn't seen anything like this coming—how could they? To them, I was just a kid in a world of superhuman abilities.

As I closed in on my target, I channeled the power of every action hero I'd ever admired. My punch was swift, a bullet train hurtling towards its destination.

It connected with the villain's jaw, and in an instant, their laughter was silenced.

They crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut, collapsing to the ground in a heap of defeat.

The others stared in disbelief, their expressions transitioning from amusement to shock. But I wasn't done yet.

With a speed that could give a bullet a run for its money, I darted from one villain to the next, each punch landing like a meteor strike. It was like a dance of destruction, a symphony of kinetic force.

They were barely able to comprehend my movements, let alone react to them. My punches were delivered with a precision that rivaled a surgeon's hand, and with each blow, a villain fell, their laughter replaced with a groan of agony.

It was as if I were rewriting the script of their expectations, turning the tables on them in a way they could never have anticipated.

The battle unfolded like a series of rapid snapshots—the villain with the twisted grin, the villain with the maniacal laughter—all toppled like dominoes before my onslaught.

*With the class*

The word "Amazing" stumbled out of lida's mouth in a stutter, his wide-eyed gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before him.

He wasn't alone in his disbelief; the entire group stood frozen, their voices silenced by the shockwaves of what was happening right before their eyes.

It was a sight that defied logic.

Each member of the watching crowd was ensnared in a complex web of emotions—shock, awe, wonder, and something else, something deeper that resonated in their hearts.

The two teachers, Aizawa and Thirteen, found themselves swept up in this whirlwind of amazement, their rational minds struggling to reconcile the reality they were witnessing.

"He's operating on an entirely different plane,"

Iida's voice broke through the stupor, a mixture of awe and admiration evident in his tone. It was a sentiment that reverberated through the minds of everyone present.

Shoto's teeth clenched, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and frustration. He recognized the chasm that lay between their abilities and Kai's effortless strength.

His internal monologue echoed with a fierce determination—kai's feat, achieved without visible strain, was leagues beyond what even he, with all his power, could manage.

The urgency of the situation snapped everyone out of their reverie as Thirteen's voice cut through the air, reminding them of their reality.

The directive to head toward the exit served as a jolt of clarity, shattering the spell that Kai's display had cast upon them.

"I'll stay here to assist," Aizawa declared, his sense of duty outweighing the sense of helplessness he felt in the face of such power.

His practicality kicked in, his decision motivated by the fact that he was a Hero and the kid's teacher, responsible for their well-being.

He acknowledged the unassailable gap in power but opted to stand by his responsibilities, joining the battle against the horde of villains, if only to alleviate some of the burden from Kai's shoulders.