Eternal Life. There are some who lust for it. Some seek it through alchemy and other find it in harming others. Who knows why they seek it. But in seeking it they will only find madness but most off all they will find no comfort in their endless existence. I will make sure of it.

The world that Y/n once knew is now gone. The age of pokemon... gone. The age of magic... gone. Now with the rise of the third humanity Y/n has come to wonder, how long do these humans have left before they suffer the same fate as the humans before them. Will Y/n come out of his seclusion to save them or will he wait and get his long awaited revenge on the idiotic gods that has caused him and one other pain.

(Y/N) Zeraora. Born with traits and characteristics of a tiger and electrokinetic powers. His origins are unknown, found by the Wild Wild Pussy Cats at a young age and soon taken in by them. Years pass and he eventually turns his attention to the path of heroism. A path that would soon help to unveil the mystery that is his origins. "Keep your claws sharp but keep your senses sharper." (Y/N) Zeraora Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or My Hero Academia, this fanfic is for fun, to show my enjoyment for BNHA manga/anime, and one of my favorite pokemon. I also do not own any songs used my story. Again, all right reserved to their owners.

What happens when one day you simply go to sleep and wake up in a body that you have never had stuck in a world you have very little knowledge of the world he was displaced in? How will y/n survive? Do I suck at Summaries. Well just read because I do indeed suck at summaries. Cover art made by siplick

Y/N is Recruited into a team to stop an unbound Hoopa who just started rampaging through the continent. But he ends up getting more than he bargained for. This is Phase 1 only. Book two would be Phase two. So on and on.

The Darkness is my home and the Light is my voice. I have watched as my creations have Conquered and destroy life on a massive scale. They have talked much and I have listened through Rock and Time. Now it is my turn to talk and they will listen. Or else.