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Izuku Midoriya had died once before, but if I'm being honest, I didn't really know how to process that. Sure, I knew what death was. I had studied it, researched it even. But to experience it? Well, that was something else entirely.

I was Izuku Midoriya, and I had died. It's funny, actually. Because I remember everything about my old life-my experiences as the information broker known only as Zero-but the whole 'dying' thing? That was a bit... fuzzy.

Here I was again, back on the rooftop of a building I had once frequented as a 15-year-old. Back then, it was the very rooftop where All Might had left me, defeated, broken, and out of breath. But now, as I stood on that rooftop, I felt something different. There was no pain in my chest, no defeat in my gut.
It was as if life had given me a second chance. But I didn't know whether to feel grateful or just... confused.

I looked down at the bustling city beneath me, watching as the heroes and villains, the very players I once traded information on, continued with their daily lives without a single clue of my resurrection.

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Well, well," I muttered under my breath. "They have no idea what's coming."

I used to be the Zero-the guy who knew everything about everyone. The one who held the balance between the heroes and villains with nothing more than a few well-placed whispers.
But now? I was just a kid again. A second chance, with all the knowledge of my previous life... and a hell of a lot of frustration.

"So, what now?" I asked the empty sky above me