With U.A.'s insane efficiency, the stadium was rebuilt in no time. The broken ground was patched up, the destroyed ring restored, and the walls reinforced — almost like nothing had happened.
In this short break, every pro hero in the stands was on their phone, urgently contacting their agencies. They wanted more information about me and Midoriya.
Even though Midoriya lost, the strength he displayed made everyone pay attention. And as for me, that first match had already felt like a finals match. The clash, the power, the destruction — it left the crowd buzzing with excitement, their energy at an all-time high.
The next participants felt the pressure building. They knew that whatever came after had to match the intensity of what they'd just witnessed. No one wanted to be the forgettable match that followed ours.
Because I'd forced myself into Midoriya's slot earlier, the tournament bracket was a mess. To fix things, the staff decided to simply insert me into Midoriya's bracket. My next match would determine who advanced in his place.
The current brackets looked like this, almost identical to the original timeline except for a few small changes:
Bracket 1
Shoto Todoroki vs Reiko Yanagi
Tenya Ida vs Denki Kaminari
Bracket 2
Momo Yaoyorozu vs Hanta Sero
Fumikage Tokoyami vs Eijiro Kirishima
Bracket 3
Ochaco Uraraka vs Katsuki Bakugo
Mina Ashido vs Setsuna Tokage
Bracket 4
Izuku Midoriya vs Neito Monoma
Itsuka Kendo vs Mei Hatsume
Normally, each bracket started with four contestants, then two, and finally one advancing to the semifinals. But because I had competed solo in the cavalry battle and broken the matchups, everything needed to be rearranged.
Midoriya was already out, so my next fight would be against Neito Monoma — the opponent Midoriya would have originally faced. After that, I would simply wait for the other first-round matches to finish.
While the staff ran around adjusting brackets and logistics, I made a decision.
Until now, I had been planning to follow the story's flow as closely as possible — staying in the shadows, making only small changes when needed to make some bad outcomes to good outcomes while keeping the process as is.
That way, I could use my knowledge of the future without drawing attention too early. But after everything that happened, I realized I didn't need to hide anymore. With my current power, there was no reason to wait and watch from the sidelines.
It was time to act.
The first thing I wanted to do was save Eri. Right now, somewhere beneath the surface of the city, she was still being experimented on by Overhaul and the Shie Hassaikai gang.
She was locked in a sterile, white underground lab — cold, empty, and cruel. They were testing her endlessly to figure out how to weaponize her quirk.
I took a deep breath. The world around me slowed. I expanded my domain—first subtly, then overwhelmingly—until it nearly covered the entire world. Time itself seemed to obey me; it slowed down as if hesitant under my command.
No — it didn't just slow for me. The whole world is actually being slowed down with the help of my quirk. (Spam F for Physics in comments).
The sound of the stadium faded until it was almost silent. The cheers froze mid-echo. Wind stopped moving through the flags. Even dust hung in the air like tiny glittering stars. For the first time, I expanded my domain to cover almost the entire world.
It felt strange — like the air itself had thickened, like I was walking through honey. I could feel everything: the vibrations, the flow of time, even small abstract things like motion and sound. With a single thought, I grabbed hold of them and forced the world to pause.
"Let's get this done," I muttered to myself and shot forward.
Moving in this frozen world was like stepping through still images. Every step echoed in my ears. Streets were filled with paused people — a man mid-step crossing the road, a child frozen mid-laugh, a flock of birds hanging in the air.
I crossed cities in seconds and reached the Hassaikai base. Their underground halls were lined with sterile walls and security cameras, but none of it mattered. Time was mine.
I entered the lab quietly. Guards stood like statues at the entrance, eyes unfocused. With a flick of my shadow, I reached into their minds. My power slid through their defenses like a whisper. I didn't kill them — instead, I rewrote their thoughts and changed their memories.
From this moment on, they would surrender peacefully to the police and actively cooperate with the authorities. Their quirks would be used for society, not against it.
Inside the lab, Eri lay strapped to a cold metal table. Her tiny body looked so fragile against the sterile machinery surrounding her. Tubes were connected to her arms, strange devices monitoring every detail. The look in her eyes — wide, terrified, but numb — hit me harder than I expected.
I walked up to her and gently placed my hand on her head. Warm energy flowed through my palm, healing the damage they had done to her body. I fixed every fracture, every small wound, every scar they had left behind.
I then turned my attention to Overhaul and his goons. Instead of destroying them, I used my abilities to brainwash them too, compelling them to surrender to the police without resistance. I even assigned them to assist law enforcement in tracking down other criminals.
With their quirks, they would be incredibly useful for society—wasted, otherwise.
With Overhaul and the key figures neutralized or redirected, the Hassaikai lab went into chaos — quieted, controlled chaos.
I moved Eri out on a borrowed route in a single step. I carried her into U.A. and placed her in the staff room dedicated to All Might. She slept like a child who had finally stopped running from a nightmare.
But I wasn't done yet. I didn't stop there.
The Humarise cult — a fanatical tempest that thrived on paranoia and prophecy — had become an active, global threat.
Their founder, Flect Turn, preached the "Quirk Singularity Doomsday," and his followers were gunning for a final solution: a weapon to forcibly overload quirk users. Their headquarters sat in Otheon, Europe, an HQ large enough to be arrogant.
Flect's quirk automatically reflected quirk-based attacks back at the attacker, which made him particularly dangerous. They had labs, cells, and the beginnings of a quirk-enhancer drug, trigger — fortunately was still in infancy somewhere else in Europe.
If they finished their "trigger bomb," the world would change in the worst possible way.
I moved in. Again my domain bent time into ribbon and I slid the gap between continents like cutting a picture from a poster. I infiltrated their command centers, neutralized communications, and quietly inserted new directives into the heads of key operatives.
Let them believe they were still building a weapon. Let them think they would one day drop it. But have them quietly disband the radicals, capture the fanatics, and bury the real knowledge into safe hands.
If organisations like Humarise vanishes entirely, someone else fills the vacuum and this'll just keep repeating. So I kept them alive, hidden, and tasked them to gather everyone who have the same goal to kill everyone with a quirk and dismantle the most murderous among their own — a slow, internal burn.
Flect Turn presented a problem. His reflection quirk tried to push back against my influence the moment I touched his mind. The attempt caused a stutter in my domain — a tiny ripple where my command nearly mirrored itself.
It reminded me that even though my powers nearly made me a god, at the end of the day, it's still just a quirk like the rest of them, which made me very curious about it's origins, but sadly I probably won't find the answer.
The feeling when I tried to brainwash him was strange — like hitting a mirror that pushes back instead of shattering. His quirk wasn't attacking me directly, but it was reflecting my mental interference. I didn't waste time.
I grabbed him, opened a portal, and threw him into space. Space isn't a quirk. He wouldn't survive there.
After that I swept through other immediate threats — minor movie villains and the like, the noisier annoyances that could have become larger problems.
Some I left untouched as morsels for the plot to chew on later; I wanted enough friction left to keep the world interesting. But the core threats that could produce cascading disasters were neutralized, redirected, or reshaped into something manageable.
When I let go of the domain, time rushed back like a tide snapping into place. The stadium lights flickered and roared back to full speed. People breathed, unaware of how much the world had shifted while they were frozen.
Phones buzzed faintly, notifications piling up silently in the background, but no one noticed yet. Across the globe, unseen by anyone, dozens of villains quietly surrendered, hidden networks crumbled, and obscure cells were dismantled.
Rumors began to stir, but only slowly: people missing here, arrests there, strange confessions recorded and broadcast on emergency channels. The world had changed in ways it did not yet understand. The balance had shifted—but most would only realize it hours later, when the full weight of the chaos reached them.
All Might had read my message. He excused himself and moved toward the staff room I named. When he found Eri, he held her like a man steeling himself against the ocean of things he couldn't fix in one night.
I'd said she was physically fine but mentally scared; I'd asked him to explain her situation to Nezu and Eraser Head and to consider bringing her to U.A. for her protection. He did as I asked.
And me? After doing what had to be done, it was time to make a name for myself in the sports festival — and to start enjoying this reincarnation properly. Fifteen-year-old life had its privileges, and I intended to live them.
I'd cleaned away enough immediate threats that the world would carry on, for now. The rest of the night would be mine to turn into spectacle or strategy. Either way, the game had changed, and everyone would be watching.
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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in releasing the new chapter. I wanted to salvage whatever logic I could, since I practically destroyed the entire plot from the very beginning.
It took me some time to come up with something that would make sense—an attempt to set things right from here on, instead of blindly following the reckless decisions I made before. Although it's still flawed, at least we can try to enjoy the rest of it from here on out.
Anyway, you all need to actively speak up and comment. If you stay silent, this disaster of a fanfic of mine could easily escalate into a full-blown extinction-level event.