(Son of Zechs Merquise Male Reader X Crossover)
Y/N Merquise is disgusted at seeing how normal people are oppressed for not having any special powers, and sought a way to put those with power in their places. He is then gifted with a powerful suit o...
(Meanwhile with the League Of Darkness, they're discussing plans to defeat the Preventers, but then a voice is heard.)
????: Time to die!
(Suddenly two giant hands crash through the walls as their fingers launch beams that hits several villains as they scream in pain.)
Salem: (stern) Who dares disturb us?
????: Hmph... I do, and I won't let this slip away.
(The surviving members turn to see Zeong.)
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Zeong: You're next!
(Zeong shoots two beams at All For One, and then he launches a massive beam at him, disintegrating him.)
Shigaraki: Master!
Zeong: You won't escape either!
(Then more Wired Beam Cannons are shot as Shigaraki and the League Of Villains Division screams in agony before being disintegrated. Concrete vaporized. Metal became liquid light. The front lines of the Khaos Brigade didn't have time to scream—one moment they were charging, the next they were silhouettes burned into the ground, their weapons turning to sparkling slag as they fell apart.)
(Phantom Lord mages snapped up barriers—layered shields, glyphs, domes of force. The Zeong's finger cannons spoke in reply: thin, surgical beams that didn't batter the shields so much as peel them open, cutting through the spells like thread. Magic flared, fractured, and collapsed in bursts of blue-white light that left the casters blinking and choking on their own smoke.)
Zeref: Hold it! Recast—recast!
(The Zeong's mono-eye tightened, a brighter focus of pink.)
(Its arms detached.)
(For half a heartbeat, even the villains froze—because nothing that big should separate that cleanly and still move.)
(Then the detached hands—massive, armored, each finger a cannon—rocketed forward, propelled by hidden thrusters. They flew like predatory drones, weaving between crane towers and broken smokestacks with impossible precision.)
(One hand shot straight into the Phantom Lord line.)
(A mage raised a staff—too slow.)
(A finger beam fired point-blank. The staff exploded into splinters and sparks. Another beam snapped sideways, cutting a summoning circle in half. A third carved a trench through the ground at their feet, rupturing the formation.)
(The second detached hand went hunting through the League of Villains.)
(Twice's clones poured out like a flood, trying to swarm it. The hand turned in place, fingers rotating like a flower of guns, and swept the area with beams. Clones vanished in sheets of light, disintegrating faster than they could multiply.)
