THE TRIALS: Path Toward Godhood.[MY HERO ACADEMIA] (MATURE CONTENT)

CH 2 : I AM... HERE!!!!!!! AHAHAH

An explosion rocketed the chambers. As the researchers were shaken, The boy, who until now seemed lifeless suddenly opened his eyes wide. He was strapped to the operation chair, but he snapped them without an effort. Since he never particularly reacted, they never put particularly powerful bidding.

"Guy, we should take 3771 and get out of here. Ughh"

Just as one of them stopped paying attention to the explosion and turned back to secure him he was suddenly slashed on the throat by a scalpel. This scalpel was different from the one used by the researchers, this one was entirely made out of the blood. The researcher only had enough time to grunt before he died.

"You... Ughh" The second one, turning after hearing the sound made suffered the same destiny.

"Help..."

"Please spare me.."

"I didn't want to do it... "

"Don't kill me..."

What followed was a true massacre. Scream and tear and begging flowed around. But the boy didn't care, he couldn't care. Years of torture made him unable to feel things such as compassion so easily. He may have been young, but pain and maturity born from it didn't care about your age. He remembered having begged and crying more than this in the past.

The boy didn't know how to fight. But he didn't need to either. It was true that 80% of the population may have a quirk, but for most of them, it was just some physical deformation or very weak power. Only a small portion of the population had a quirk that was truly fit for fighting. Those scientists were in the category of no having any meaningful quirk. As such, the difference between them and the boy in power was so large that no fighting skills were necessary to destroy all of them.

As expected, less than one minute later, the room became devoid of scream. Apart from the regular shaking and explosion outside, the only thing that be could be heard was the rapid breathing of the boy. His quirk was powerful. But for a young and untrained body like him, the strain was pretty large. Even more so not longe ago he was being dissected.

He looked around him as he thought of the rest of his plan. On the floor, bits of flesh could be clearly seen. Diverse corpses were thrown around. Some had their head missing, others were dismembered, while most of them simply had wound of various lengths on their neck.

The most common factor between all of them was the fear and disbelief etched on their faces. They would have never thought that they would die by the hands of someone they never saw as more than cattle.

After sparing them a glance, he stopped paying attention to them. The rest of his plan heavily depended on luck. In fact, this couldn't really be called a plan. It was just a dash toward the escape after massacring those bad guy. Either he succeeded or failed. As for what to do after succeeding? The boy wasn't able to think that far. He may be extremely mature for his age, but some things can only be acquired by experience.

He took a breath and activated his first quirk. They called it [RECALL]. He hated this name though and planned to change it later. This quirk allowed him to place mark, and to move anywhere those marks were placed. He had discreetly put some on different objects such as a pencil, book and other such things. They never bothered monitoring him since no matter where he put his mark, it would always be in the zone they can cover.

He took a deep breath and began to feel around him. He carefully sensed each of his marks and connected to the one closest to him. It took him a few seconds to finish the connection and once he was done, he suddenly vanished from where he was in a yellow flash.

He appeared in another room, in this room, a researcher was swinging his hip while a woman was kneeling in front of him. The boy didn't know what they were doing, he didn't care either. Those two must have not felt the vibration. After all, they were in a soundproof room. They were so concentrated on what they were doing that they didn't even feel him appear.