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3rd Person POV
"Pleasure to meet you, young man. Thank you very much for helping Toshinori. He's very important to me." David said to Max, extending his hand for a handshake right after the successful operation.
Max accepted the greeting.
"Don't mention it. I admire All Might, and I wouldn't want him to keep suffering from that horrible wound." He wasn't lying. Ever since he got to know BNHA, he had genuinely admired the Superman archetype that All Might represented.
He hadn't done it just to copy that powerful Quirk. He truly hoped All Might would recover even more, and even knowing that he would eventually pass the power to Izumi, he also knew a remnant would still remain in him, just like in the original story.
"As you already know, my name is David Shield." He made a slight gesture with his hand toward his daughter, like someone opening space on a stage for the next presentation.
"And this is my daughter, Melissa Shield. When I found out you wanted to talk to me about some technologies, I decided to bring her along as well. She's on the path to becoming even more brilliant than I am." He said, without any trace of exaggeration in his voice, introducing the girl beside him.
Of course, it wasn't just for the technical conversation that he had brought his daughter along. He also wanted the two young people to meet, to create some kind of closeness, maybe even a friendship with such a promising young man.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Max… and…" She made a small bow, an almost automatic gesture inherited from some social training she was never quite sure she was using the right way. "Thank you very much for saving Uncle Might." She said, relieved. Learning about his health condition had been a shock, but it hadn't lasted many days until the news of the great improvement came, thanks to the young man standing in front of her.
She felt something strange grow in her chest, a mix of admiration and a discomfort she didn't quite know how to name. He seemed to be her age, maybe even a little younger, and yet he had built a device capable of saving All Might and performed the surgery with his own hands. A tiny bit of envy tried to mix into that, but it didn't take root. What remained was more like desire. Desire to reach that level someday too.
Max raised his hand slightly, palm facing forward, the universal gesture of "no need, relax."
"Don't mention it," he said, switching the previous greeting for another. "It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful, intelligent, and promising young lady."
She got a little embarrassed by the compliments. She brought her hand to the back of her neck, scratching lightly, a nervous gesture she didn't even notice she was doing.
"Hehe… th-thank you, you too." Her voice came out thinner than she intended, and as soon as the words escaped, she felt her face heat up even more, mortified by her own response.
'WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT?' She thought, frozen in place, replaying her own sentence over and over as if repeating it mentally would fix something. 'He said I'm beautiful and intelligent and I just answered "you too," like that even made any sense.'
'My God, does he think I'm weird now?' That would definitely be one of those memories that came back on their own, without warning, in the most random moments possible, just to make her squirm in embarrassment again.
"Hehe~ well, what do you think about talking about the technologies now?" With that, the three of them headed to a reserved room, ready to talk.
.....
In the end, the three of them had a pleasant conversation about business, technology, the state of U.A., and even a little gossip about other famous heroes. Melissa gradually left behind her initial mortification, truly getting excited when talking about technological innovations.
Nezu, as soon as Max finished the operation, went to stay by All Might's side while he was still asleep, monitoring the recovery closely. If it weren't for that, he probably would have participated as well, making the conversation even denser technically.
In the end, they sealed a technology exchange agreement, similar to the one Max had already made with Nezu.
While walking back alone, Max let his mind wander through his own plans.
'I don't remember the movies very well, it's one of the memories that are cloudy, but I remember things like…'
He started listing mentally what he remembered. The first one took place on I-Island, where David Shield and Melissa lived, villains invaded the island, and Deku temporarily shared his power with Bakugo. But Max didn't remember exactly how that worked technically, and the main villain's Quirk, Wolfram, didn't spark much interest in him, since he already had Overhaul and Muscle Augmentation covering similar ground.
The second one took place on the peaceful Nabu Island, where Nine appeared, a villain with a degraded version of All For One. From what Max remembered, his genetic chain was slowly unraveling because of his own power, and that was why he tried to steal a boy's healing Quirk.
The third involved a cult committing a large-scale terrorist attack, followed by Deku being accused of mass murder. Just another day of being a hero.
"HAHAHAHA!"
He found that funny just thinking about it. Then they had to save humanity again, another ordinary day in a hero's life. The main villain, Flect Turn, had an interesting Quirk that automatically reflected any attack back at the attacker, physical or ranged.
And the last one was still to come, during the war against the villains, when the leader of a European mafia obsessed with All Might would declare himself "Dark Might," in a desperate attempt to become the next Symbol of Peace.
There was also Anna Scervino, whose Quirk, Overmodification, could drastically amplify the powers of those compatible with her, something similar in effect to the Trigger drug, only biological. For now, she still lived peacefully with her own family, with no idea of what would come later in the war against the villains. Maybe it would be possible to start exchanging messages with her, discreetly, gradually building trust before anything else.
'She's also going to join the team eventually.' He thought, with a half-smile that had nothing to do with Quirks or strategy. 'That's a promise I intend to keep in more than one way.' (Vai entrar na chapa kkkkkkkkk - Ore wa Brazilian joke desu)
For now, all of that could wait. Wolfram's Quirk didn't interest him enough to justify the effort right now, Nine was still in hiding, as was Flect Turn's cult, even though, if he wanted, Max could probably track them down in a matter of months or even weeks.
The mafia leader still commanded his criminal empire in Europe, and Max didn't intend to travel there anytime soon. There was no problem leaving all of that for later, when he would be practically untouchable in the BNHA world and could do whatever he wanted without worrying about the consequences.
'It's almost time to go back.'
It had already been almost a month since he was in that world, more time than he had ever spent in the Invincible one. He saw it as a good opportunity to train and get stronger before what was coming next.
He didn't want to be random cannon fodder. He wouldn't have Rex Splode's luck, a "secondary" character who faced threats far above his own power level over and over, surviving for much longer than he should have, until, in the end, luck ran out.
Permeation alone was already enough to make him feel much more at ease about not dying in a large-scale attack that could happen at any moment in that world.
'I just need to do one little thing.' He kept the thought to himself, still organizing in his head how he was going to explain that to the two of them without scaring anyone ahead of time.
.....
"Why did you call the two of us here, young Max? What's so interesting?" Nezu asked upon arriving at a large empty lot in the middle of U.A.'s forested area.
He was confused. He knew there was nothing there, and that Max had also never come to that area before, at least not according to the cameras… or at least that's what he thought.
"Max-oniichan, this place scares me a little." Eri said, cuddling closer into Max's arms.
Why bring the two of them to an empty lot? Because he needed a place without cameras to show something too impressive for the two of them.
"I'm going somewhere for a while. I'll come back from time to time, but I won't be able to be here all the time. I didn't want you two to be worried without knowing where I went, so I'm going to show you." He gave a small smile, half nervous, half affectionate, and opened his hand for Nezu to hold. "Just take my hand and I'll show you."
Nezu became even more confused. He perfectly understood young Max traveling around to resolve his own affairs. He had already gotten used to seeing him disappear and reappear without explanation, like that time when he hired someone and simply instructed the person to go to U.A. and talk to him if anyone tried to block the way.
But showing where he was going, from here, in an empty lot? Maybe his teleportation ability was greater than Nezu imagined. Or maybe it was something completely different.
Without hesitating, Nezu held Max's hand. In the next instant, the three of them were in a completely different room, which startled him for a brief moment.
"Wow! Where is this place?!" Eri got excited about the new power revealed. Every new Quirk she discovered Max had impressed her all over again.
"This is a place called Sanctuary. It's a place that is… well… kind of outside the world." Max waited a bit for Nezu to process that. Eri didn't fully understand the implications, but she still found everything very cool.
Before Nezu could start a flood of questions, Max turned to present a portal right behind him.
"This portal leads to where I'm going. Come with me, and leave the questions for later." He crossed with Eri in his arms.
Nezu really wanted to ask a thousand things, but hearing Max's request, he decided to hold the questions and followed. On the other side, he found a room similar to the previous one, with another portal, different from the first. Before he could examine it better, Max touched his shoulder, and the two of them teleported again, this time into a room.
"This is where I'll be staying. My original world."
"Original world?" Nezu looked around. It looked like an ordinary teenager's room, with some old electronic devices. Nothing there suggested "another world."
Noticing the doubt in Nezu's eyes, and a little in Eri's as well, Max decided to show his own computer.
"Here, Director. Research what's happening in this world, and you'll understand." He presented the computer, far too outdated by the standards Nezu was used to, and the Director sat down to research on his own.
Max stayed behind, with Eri in his arms, explaining things to her in simpler terms, since Nezu would be able to understand everything by himself.
Nezu was stunned. It was, in fact, a different world, and not only that, it seemed to be technologically at least a hundred years behind his own. There was no Quirk Factor there, but there were still people with powers, powers of completely different origins, spontaneous genetic mutations, ancient magical artifacts, alien technology stolen from hostile species, ancestral curses, scientific experiments that went wrong and created monsters. A chaos completely distinct from the organized system of Quirks he knew.
And even with the technology being older, Nezu saw the video Max showed him, a man in technological armor with a cannon built into his arm, blowing up an entire building and withstanding bullets as if they were mosquito bites.
He saw gigantic monsters destroying entire cities, catastrophic natural disasters that were far too extreme to actually seem natural.
Max, behind him, also felt a tightness in his chest.
'I already knew that in Invincible an event on the scale of a 9/11 happens every few days, but this is crazy. Nezu seems to be an expert at finding exactly the worst examples.' Max got a little worried. He had gained some power and had already naively thought he would have a peaceful life.
He still could, actually, if he decided to hide like a turtle, accumulating power little by little until… I don't know… managing to assimilate someone relatively strong… someone like Saiki Kusuo, for example… just him would already be enough… he wasn't asking for much.
But he didn't want to live like that. That wouldn't even count as truly living. He wanted to talk to the characters he had always liked, characters who, by the way, were no longer just characters, they were real now. And there would be more of them becoming real as well, with time.
It seemed reckless. Irresponsible, even. Someone would probably judge him for preferring to live rather than hide. But that didn't matter.
Dimensional invasions capable of bringing versions of Invincible from other worlds into his own, caused by a guy obsessed with revenge. Genocidal alien empires, disguised as peaceful explorers until the moment they decided they no longer needed to pretend. Warriors created in laboratories, reassembled from the corpses of dead soldiers, with no will of their own beyond obeying orders. Long-standing criminal organizations, capable of surviving generations of defeated leaders and always coming back stronger, disguised as common gangs until they revealed resources and ambitions far greater than they appeared.
And that was just the world he was heading to. Outside of it, there were even greater threats. Parasitic species capable of taking control of anyone's body without leaving a trace. Cosmic entities far too ancient to be understood, whose mere presence was enough to corrode the sanity of anyone who looked for too long. Hungry alien swarms advancing across entire galaxies without ever stopping, consuming every planet they found along the way. Gods of destruction capable of erasing entire universes with a snap of their fingers, without hesitation, without remorse. And, every once in a while, some lunatic with enough power to end an entire planet just because he woke up in a bad mood that day.
"W-well, you're going to have a very hard life there, young Max… wouldn't you like to stay in our world?" For the first time, Nezu looked genuinely terrified. Even knowing that 80% of the population of that other world had no powers, his own world didn't live under daily catastrophes of that scale. That was madness. Even completely powerless villains managed to build machines capable of destroying entire cities… working alone… in basements… without a large budget.
"Yes, Max-oniichan! That place looks really dangerous! Come with us! Come!" Eri was also worried. Even with a child's mind, she could sense the danger of that world.
"Ha~ thank you, both of you." He tried to calm Eri first. "But I have to live here, it's my home. I'll still visit you, Eri, so be a good girl, okay?"
Nezu remained worried, but accepted it, not without testing the ground a little more first.
"And your family? Wouldn't it be good if they came with us to our world?" Nezu wasn't entirely sure how much of what Max had told about his own family was true. He had already accepted it as fact at the time, assuming it was about a family that existed there, in their world. But now, knowing that the boy came from an entirely different universe, the story no longer fit as well as before. Maybe those people had never truly existed in the world Nezu knew.
Even so, that didn't matter as much as it should. Nezu knew that boy was someone good, and he didn't want to see him live in such a dangerous place, whatever the full truth behind the story he had told might be.
"Ah, unfortunately they died last year… that's why the house is so quiet." Max said. A pang hit his chest as soon as the words left his mouth. He had fused with that body, and the feelings for the family had come along as well, inherited as part of the package. They had been just another statistic in that dangerous world. Of what remained, only the pain stayed.
He was handling it better than the original body would have, but the pain was still there, just buried too deep to show up in daily life. And it was exactly there, back home, remembering that they were no longer around, that it came back to the surface.
The pain had only returned because the excitement of discovering new powers and traveling between universes had finally stopped drowning out the sadness.
Eri, still in his arms, stretched her little hand up to Max's head and gently stroked it.
"Don't be sad, Max-oniichan. I'll be here with you if you get sad."
"Hahaha, thank you, Eri-chan. When I get sad, I'll ask for more head pats." Max said, while Eri looked genuinely proud of having solved the problem.
"I'm sorry, young Max. My condolences then." Nezu felt bad for having touched on such a delicate subject.
He had already mentioned the family's situation before, and Max had seemed at peace with it, but from the current reaction, it was clear the wound still hadn't truly healed.
"It's okay. That was what I wanted to show you. I'm going to stay here, I just didn't want you two to be worried about me." He turned to Eri, who looked on the verge of tears but was holding them back with all her strength. "You don't need to worry, Eri. I already said I'll visit you."
"…Promise?…" Eri raised her little pinky, waiting.
Max lowered his hand to her height and interlocked his own pinky with hers, sealing the promise in the most serious way a childhood promise deserved.
"I promise!"
Eri seemed to calm down a little after that, her pinky still intertwined with his for one more second, as if making sure the gesture had truly happened.
Max then used Lucius's telepathy to speak to her in silence, while discreetly hiding something among the girl's clothes.
'Eri-chan, it's me, Max. I'm speaking to you through telepathy. I put a gift hidden in your clothes, a Type-9 metal batarang. There's a note explaining how to use it, okay?'
'Okay…' She replied, a little confused, but accepting without questioning much.
"So, that was it. I have class tomorrow, so I'll take you two back and say goodbye. I can still use my phone to talk to you, so if anything comes up, call me, okay?" He gave a small smile, trying to lighten the mood after everything.
"Hum!" Eri replied, nodding, the little sound coming out soft and satisfied.
"Okay, young Max." Nezu agreed. That had been too much to process all at once, but being the hyper-intelligent being he was, he already couldn't stop thinking about how much he would like to study those impossible technologies from that other world.
With that, Max took the two of them back to the BNHA universe, the weight in his chest a little lighter than it had been minutes earlier.
.....
After finally returning to his world, Max only had one important matter left to deal with. He had left his plan to take over the HPSC on the back burner for now and was focused on the subject that interested him most, Rein Kashiwagi from Darwin's Game.
She was the Character Card he planned to summon. He didn't want to assimilate her because he could eventually copy her power, since in Darwin's Game the powers the game gave were genetic as well… why was that?
But he still hadn't trained [Esper Copy] enough to truly copy without stealing, which his training world full of powers had given him the chance to learn.
He also wanted to be relatively stronger than her. It would be strange if his new boss was someone who was or looked weak.
Max had opened a new room in the Sanctuary, which he called the Summoning Room. Unlike the rest of the Sanctuary, this room had no visible walls, only a deep darkness that swallowed any light that didn't come from the throne itself. A few pillars rose here and there in the darkness, supporting nothing visible, as if they were only there to remind whoever entered that this was still a place, and not absolute emptiness. Far away, facing the throne, a gate stood out in the gloom, small from the distance, as if the space existed only to serve as a stage for it. The silence there was absolute, the kind that makes a person feel their own weight.
He was sitting on a throne with dozens of swords, spears, and axes rising from every angle, forming the backrest and the arms, but none of them were made of real metal. Each blade pulsed with a multicolored light, alive, as if the northern lights had been forcibly molded into a solid form. The colors never stayed still, slowly sliding from blue to violet, from gold to an almost liquid green, as if the throne itself were breathing.
The room and the throne had been created by the Sanctuary. Max had put a lot of effort into giving the room a magical feel, even if in the end his throne ended up looking like a gamer throne with RGB that would make it more expensive than it should be.
He wondered if this was too over the top, but he had already made it and didn't want to undo it now.
'By the way, I didn't really see how summons work since this is my first one.' Max had an idea of how it worked, but he wasn't sure.
While Max was wondering, a message appeared in front of him.
[Obtained Characters can be Assimilated or Summoned. Assimilating consumes the target's essence, incorporating their powers and traits into your own body. Summoning brings the target as an independent being, loyal to you, but not submissive.]
[Summoned ones do not obey orders that go against their fundamental principles. This lock cannot be removed, modified, or bypassed unless you talk to them and change the ideas of your summons.]
[Each Summoned one has a Bond Level, represented in Stars, from 1 to 5.]
[★ - Summoned]
[★★ - Recognition]
[★★★ - Trust]
[★★★★ - Partnership]
[★★★★★ - Full Bond]
[The Bond Level never regresses. Once earned, a level of trust is permanent.]
[However, actions that go against the Summoned one's values can generate temporary states, such as [Hurt], among others. In these states, the Summoned one's behaviors regress one level, regardless of the Stars accumulated, until the issue is resolved.]
[There is no maintenance cost to keep a Summoned one active. The cost is paid only once, at the moment of Summoning.]
[The Summoning is permanent. Once removed from the card, the Summoned one cannot return to that state.]
'It's a bit different from what I remembered, but I had never asked for a detailed description of this mechanic before. I think I should ask for one for every function.' With that in mind, he picked up the card and asked to summon it, then another message appeared.
[Do you want to use a Background Customization Card (2x)?]
'Interesting, it could be good for blending in. If I made a background for her on my own, Cecil would probably figure it out.' With that, Max decided to use the card.
Then a screen appeared in front of him, with a description already made.
'Let me see, 18 years old, is this after the time skip? I can increase or decrease this. I can't modify her body, makes sense, it's about background after all. Hum, Japanese who moved to the USA for college.'
Max started playing with her background. Unfortunately there were limits, he couldn't make her the director of the GDA, and if he made her a tycoon, the money would have to come from him.
'Better than nothing, at least I don't need to worry about documents.'
With that, Rein's background was chosen as an heiress of a Japanese conglomerate who was kept hidden after her parents' death, so she wouldn't draw too much attention from anyone.
He even put her as being from Oda Nobunaga's lineage. He tried to put Uzumaki before, but it didn't accept it. He wondered if in the future he would be able to do that if he was in the Naruto universe.
He also put that she had her usual equipment to test the card.
'Ready, summon now!' Max thought, and then it happened.
Suddenly the card began to transform into multicolored threads of light. Those threads separated and flew a few meters in front of him and began assembling into a human silhouette, starting with the bones, then the organs, and so on, until forming the body of a woman approximately 140 cm tall, with short black hair in a bob cut framing her face. Last came the clothes, a light-colored hooded jacket, long enough to cover a good part of her body, over black tights, and a pair of dark shoes completing the set. Beside her, a long case materialized, without a doubt holding one of her precision rifles, and attached to her thigh, a compact pistol, a Skorpion vz. 61.
Then she formed, eyes closed, stayed like that for a while until she suddenly opened her eyes and began analyzing the environment with caution, until her eyes fixed on Max on his RGB throne.
Max could tell she was using her power [Laplace] to analyze him. He didn't mind that, it was better for her to know he was strong than for someone who would just jump on him and try to impose dominance.
After a few seconds she stopped and looked a bit dejected. She couldn't predict a way to defeat the man in front of her. She was impressed by that, especially someone like him who looked young.
"Hello Rein Kashiwagi, can I call you Rein? So Rein, do you know what happened, or did you come here without knowing anything by chance?" Max wanted to know if she had simply appeared there, died and appeared, or something similar.
She stayed silent and a bit suspicious for a while, until she finally opened her mouth.
"I was dying, after being ambushed by several players from a clan…" She made an expression of pain as she remembered, then continued. "Then a screen appeared in front of me asking if I wanted to live and giving me the alternative of becoming someone's slave."
'I'm sure the system didn't mention anything about slavery, but it must seem like that to her. Wait, just that? And her friends in her world, I think they had formed a clan too.' Curious to know, he decided to ask.
"Ambushed? But what about your friends? Kaname, Shuka, Ryuuji, Sui and the others from Sunset Ravens? Didn't they help you?" Max was genuinely curious, how did that happen and why didn't they help?
"Who are those people? I don't know them." Rein was a bit confused by that. This guy seemed to know her, but not enough. Then she continued. "I'm a survivor. Those who tried to be my friends betrayed me in the end, so I thought it was better to live alone… but it seems my luck ran out, and now I have to serve you."
She said the last part with a small tone of anger. She wouldn't have chosen this if she hadn't been dying.
'So it's some timeline where she never met the protagonist, and never joined his group. Considering she doesn't even know his name, he probably died before they met.' That was the situation that made the most sense in Max's head.
The Darwin's Game he knew dealt with different dimensions and timelines, so she was a lone wolf in this timeline.
"Oh, look, I think you misunderstood something. There's no such thing as slavery in our relationship. You can disagree with me and even leave." Max said calmly. "The system itself that brought you here made that clear. There's even a thing with Trust Stars between us, and that doesn't advance if I force you into anything. I gain nothing by keeping you here against your will."
"Really!?" She started looking for the exit.
"Cough Cough Wait a bit right there. We're in a space separate from the normal world, so you kind of can't leave." He had to stop her. That wasn't why Max decided to summon her in the Sanctuary, it was just because it would be anticlimactic to summon her in his bedroom… or garage… or living room… anyway, that was why.
"Liar! You said I could! How am I supposed to know I'm not a slave either!?" Rein raised her voice, indignant at the lie.
'Actually I didn't want to lie, it's just that the place I chose isn't cooperating with me on this, hahaha.' Max consoled himself for having kind of lied to her.
"Calm down, calm down, I didn't lie. You can still leave, but listen to me first." Then Max got her attention and continued. "As you can see, you're not a slave. You can disagree and feel angry at me and I don't have something like authority over you that forces you to do what I say."
With that she lowered her temper a bit. It made sense, she didn't feel forced to follow him or anything like that.
"So, this new world you've arrived in is actually much more dangerous than your previous one. I want you to become my subordinate. You'll have a safe room just for you, plenty of food, a computer, protection while you're nearby, and, if you want, a type of job that matches what you know how to do." Max took the opportunity to show the situation of the new world she would live in.
Rein started to look stunned, as if she had escaped a battlefield only to discover she had fallen into an even worse one.
Maybe following this guy was actually a good choice after all.
"As you can see, it's a difficult world, but you can stay here in this separate space if you want, unless I need you outside. What do you think?" Max gave her time to think, which wasn't much, since she thinks fast.
"Okay, I'll work for you." She said, the relief in her voice still mixed with a leftover of suspicion. Having someone strong behind her wasn't the worst thing in the world, even if that someone had just locked her in a space with no exit.
"By the way, if I get hungry, where's the fridge?" She asked curiously. She didn't want to have to depend on him to eat.
"I put a kitchen in your room with its own fridge, and there's also a supercomputer there for you to use." Now she looked truly interested. A room just for her, food, and a computer was everything she needed.
"I also bought this especially for you." Max then gave her a Nattō-flavored Umaibō, her favorite. She widened her eyes and quickly took it from Max's hand. "There are more boxes next to your fridge. You can ask for more if it runs out. I left a phone for you there with my number. I'll call you if I need your services." Rein just nodded and ran off to where Max had told her. The tension from minutes earlier already seemed much farther away.
She forgot to ask how he knew all that about her, but that could wait for later. Dying had left her hungry, after all.
[Summoned Character Bond]
Rein Kashiwagi - ★★ (Recognition)
'all's well that ends well.'
After that Max decided to sleep, after all he had class tomorrow.
Then he lay down on the bed in his room and stayed there, staring at the ceiling, for much longer than he would have liked to admit. The minutes dragged on. He tried to close his eyes, count breaths, any trick he remembered reading somewhere, but nothing worked.
He couldn't sleep. Now that the day's rush was over, with nothing else to resolve, plan, or summon, his head finally had empty space, and that empty space insisted on filling itself with his family. The happy moments felt like a punch to the stomach.
He had forgotten he was in mourning. Too busy with Quirks, summons, and a new world to save, he hadn't noticed how much he had been avoiding stopping and simply feeling that. Unable to keep his head empty, he eventually gave up on sleeping, got up, and left his house at night.
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