Night fell softly over the city.
Streetlights blinked on one by one, painting the roads in pale gold. From above, everything looked peaceful—too peaceful. The kind of calm that only existed because heroes believed they were in control.
Silver stood on the rooftop of an old apartment building, the wind tugging gently at his clothes.
Ten years old.
No—mentally, much older.
He stared down at the streets below, eyes half-lidded, thoughts steady.
"Six years," he murmured. "Six years since reincarnation."
The memories were clear now. Training in secret.
Tonight wasn't random.
Tonight was intentional.
A translucent screen flickered into existence.
[Special Authorization Granted]
[One-Time Manifestation: Deva path]
[Condition: Limited Duration]
[Warning: This action will create public interference]
Silver smiled.
"So this is my first step into the world."
The system didn't answer.
It never did.
He moved.
No sound. No warning.
By the time the moon reached its peak, several low-level villains had already vanished from the streets—knocked out, restrained, left neatly for the authorities. Silver didn't kill.
Not yet.
This wasn't about blood.
This was about presence.
A white mask covered his face, smooth and expressionless, with only narrow openings for his eyes. It erased his age. His identity. His humanity.
On the empty road ahead, a group of villains lay unconscious, smoke still rising faintly from shattered concrete.
Silver exhaled.
"Too easy."
Then—
Heat.
Oppressive. Crushing. Like the air itself was burning.
Flames roared to life at the far end of the street.
Silver didn't turn immediately.
He already knew.
A tall figure stepped forward, fire wreathing his body, eyes sharp and suspicious.
Endeavor.
The Number Two Hero.
No—Number One in waiting.
"Interesting," Endeavor growled. "I felt the disturbance from blocks away."
Silver slowly turned.
The white mask reflected the firelight, unblemished.
Endeavor narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Silence stretched.
Then Silver spoke—voice calm, low, far older than his body should allow.
"A passerby."
Endeavor scoffed. "You take down villains in my jurisdiction and expect me to believe that?"
Silver tilted his head slightly.
"Jurisdiction," he repeated. "Funny word."
Endeavor's flames flared.
"Answer me."
Silver looked past him—at the city. The buildings. The lights. The people sleeping peacefully.
"Heroes," he said quietly, "only exist because society pays them to."
Endeavor's eyes hardened.
"What did you say?"
Silver took a step forward.
"Money. Fame. Rankings. Applause."
His voice didn't rise—but the weight of it did.
"Tell me, Flame Hero… if none of that existed—would you still stand here?"
The road cracked under Endeavor's feet as his temper ignited.
"You're spouting nonsense like a villain."
"Am I?" Silver asked.
Endeavor attacked.
A blast of fire surged forward, swallowing the street in blazing heat.
Silver raised a single hand.
Endeavor was hurled backward, smashing through a streetlight before skidding across the asphalt.
He dug his heels in, stopping himself with fire.
"What—?"
"…Not fire," Endeavor muttered.
"…Not shockwaves either."
Silver released it back—not as fire, but as raw force.
The shockwave shattered the asphalt, throwing Endeavor backward. He skidded, flames stabilizing him mid-slide.
So his quirk is reflect Endeavor muttered.
Silver didn't correct him.
They clashed again.
Fire against nothing.
Every attack Endeavor threw was swallowed, redirected, neutralized. The fight wasn't flashy—it was wrong. Like punching a void that punched back harder.
Endeavor leapt high, flames propelling him upward.
Silver followed.
He rose into the air, body lifting effortlessly.
Endeavor froze mid-flight.
"…You're flying?"
Silver hovered above the road, cloak rippling in the wind.
He looked down.
Then he spoke words that made the air feel heavier.
"The world will know pain."
Endeavor felt it—not fear, not heat—
Pressure.
"Only through pain," Silver continued, voice echoing unnaturally,
"will people understand one another."
For a moment, even the flames hesitated.
Then—
Silver ascended higher.
Faster.
Straight into the night sky.
And vanished.
Endeavor landed heavily, staring upward long after the clouds swallowed the figure.
"…A villain with red cloud on his cloak ," he said finally.
Somewhere nearby, a phone camera lowered shakily.
The video had already been uploaded.