Izuku then went to the kitchen and grabbed dry and canned food even the can opener then izuku went to the front door and opened it only to look at the prison he once called home "Goodbye you pieces of shit" said Izuku as he left the house unaware that this will be a turning point in history.
Now (Jarvis talking)
As Izuku stepped out of his home, a cloud of uncertainty hung over him; he had no clear destination in mind. However, a fleeting rumor came to him—whispers of an abandoned lab or workshop hidden deep within the dense woods on the outskirts of Mufasa. Reluctantly, he decided to follow this lead, knowing he had little else to guide him. With resolve steeling his heart, he plunged into the verdant forest, the trees towering like ancient guardians around him.
"Alright, let's do this," he murmured to himself, the words echoing softly in the stillness of the woods. After a two-hour trek, fatigue settled in, prompting him to lean against a sturdy tree trunk. He pulled out a water bottle, taking a long sip, his throat parched from the journey. "This place better be real. Even if it isn't, it's got to be better than that hellhole I lived in," he grumbled, frustration bubbling to the surface. In a fit of annoyance, he picked up a nearby rock and hurled it into the underbrush. To his surprise, he heard a resonant clang—the unmistakable sound of metal being struck.
Curiosity piqued, Izuku pushed himself off the tree and navigated toward the source of the noise. It was then that his eyes fell upon an old, rusty metal door, half-hidden by the encroaching foliage. Its surface was marred with rust and grime, telling tales of long-lost secrets. He grasped the handle, his fingers wrapping around the cool metal, but it refused to budge. Frustration rising, he stepped back, gathering his energy. With a determined shout, he lunged at the door, crashing into it with all the force he could muster. The door came crashing down, hinges creaking in protest as it toppled and landed with a thud next to him.
"Okay, never doing that again," he grunted, a jolt of pain shooting through his shoulder. Shaking off the shock, Izuku reached into his bag and retrieved a flashlight, its beam slicing through the darkness that enveloped the interior. He took a cautious step inside, the air thick with dust and the musty scent of decay. As he wandered deeper, he stumbled upon a breaker box, its cover askew and cobwebs draping over it like a shroud. He opened it to find a tangle of wires, some frayed and useless.
Fortuitously, he had brought along pliers and some spare wires. With a mix of hope and determination, he set to work, carefully replacing the damaged connections. After a few tense moments, he flipped the switch. To his astonishment, the lights flickered to life, illuminating the room in a pale glow. As the darkness receded, he stood in awe, his heart racing at the sight before him—a world of forgotten technology and secrets waiting to be uncovered.
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