I'm so soo sorry!! This chapter is so late, but I've been super busy! Work has been getting demanding and its taking a toll on me, but I'm here with another chapter! I hope y'all enjoy this one! The song above is ahem, fitting, for the chapter, and its I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire by the Ink Spots!
Daichi folded his hands together as he sat on his throne, a smug, satisfied grin wormed on his face as he looked over his sprawling empire.
After 200 years, after lurking in the shadows for too long, he had thoroughly grabbed his right, his place in this world; He was omnipotent, he was King.
He
Was
A
God
Alas, One for All was still alive, he could feel his little brother, too faint to locate, but that was inconsequential. He'd love his brother by his side once more, but he had achieved his dream.
Izuku Midoriya may have escaped, but that boy would break soon; Diachi knew, he could feel it in his bones. The boy had no support, no pillars, no Shouto Todoroki or Shouta Aizawa. And, as soon as he did, Diachi would be there to take what is his, and leave the boy to rot, a speck in the history books.
(What Daichi didn't understand was that breaking was the start to building something stronger, something better.)
Soon, very soon, the World would fall into his hands.
A world in which he could shape to its perfect image.
Or, his perfect image.
Musing aloud, Daichi asked.
"Would the World Powers allow for their Nuclear arsenals to be used against Japan?"
It was something he'd had lingering in his mind for a while; he knew that the 'superpowers' of the world were weakened to an extreme degree by his meddling; he'd destroyed many governments and their armed forces.
Yet, he hadn't touched any of their nuclear arsenals, possibly his most costly mistake if the powers decide he is too powerful to live, and drop a nuke on his new fortress. He banked on the fact that he was holed up in a civilian city with civilians living there to stop that, but with the state he'd left the world in, they may just go through with it.
"Hmm, to Hunt One for All or to Secure my rule?"
That is the question of the hour.
Daichi feels like musing to a personal skull at the melodramatic twist, but well, he's feeling a tad dramatic at the moment.
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