It was 8 PM in Hiroshima, and the city was alive in its usual rhythm. Citizens walked along illuminated streets, shops bustled with activity, and pro heroes patrolled the area, maintaining order like any other evening.
There was no sign, not even the slightest hint, that within moments, everything would descend into chaos.
Then suddenly, a voice pierced through the calm.
"Look at the sky!"
Heads turned upward one after another, confusion quickly turning into fear as people froze in place.
Hovering above the ocean and advancing toward the city were a dozen massive flying ships, their silhouettes blocking out the night sky. Their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of panic through the crowd.
Heroes immediately sprang into action, shouting instructions and trying to evacuate civilians, but before any proper response could be organized, a massive translucent barrier suddenly manifested, expanding rapidly until it completely enclosed Hiroshima.
The ships passed through the barrier effortlessly, as if it recognized them, before spreading out and hovering ominously above the city.
Across the entire country of Japan, televisions flickered as live broadcasts were hijacked. Every channel displayed the same scene—the flying ships, the barrier, and the terrified citizens below.
The footage was being captured by masked individuals stationed at various vantage points, ensuring the entire nation bore witness to what was unfolding.
Then, from atop one of the largest ships, a figure stepped forward.
His face was hidden behind a mask as he looked down upon the city, his presence alone carrying an overwhelming sense of dominance.
"People of Japan…" his voice echoed through the speakers, amplified across the city and broadcast nationwide. "Meet your new ruler."
Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and removed his mask.
A collective gasp spread across the entire country.
The face revealed was identical to All Might—the Symbol of Peace himself.
"My name is Dark Might," the man declared, his lips curling into a twisted grin. Though the face was familiar, the aura surrounding him was anything but heroic. This was Valdo Gollini, hidden beneath a perfect disguise.
"I am here for two reasons," he continued, his voice dripping with arrogance. "First, to retrieve my dear Anna Scervino… and second…" His grin widened as his eyes gleamed with madness. "To rule Japan."
His laughter echoed across the city as figures began descending from the ships—an army.
Thousands upon thousands of armed individuals dropped into Hiroshima, quickly surrounding key areas. Their numbers alone were overwhelming—well over ten thousand.
"So, if this so-called Novabel from Nova Genesis does not step forward and hand over Anna…" Dark Might paused, raising his hand as glowing coins fell from his palm and hit the ground. In an instant, they transformed into heavy machine guns, their barrels locking onto the panicking civilians below. "…then I will begin executing everyone in this city."
Heroes attempted to intervene, but they were immediately suppressed, pinned down by the sheer force and coordination of the Gollini army.
"Novabel," Dark Might called out mockingly, his voice echoing once more, "wherever you are… come and hand over Anna to me."
Far away in Osaka, Anna Scervino and Giulio Gandini watched the broadcast unfold on television. Anna's fists trembled as she clenched them tightly, guilt and fear swirling in her chest.
"This is because of me…" she whispered, her voice shaking.
Giulio gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression calm yet firm. "Trust him," he said softly. "Trust Novabel."
Anna hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, holding onto those words like a lifeline. Back in Hiroshima, Dark Might began counting down.
"Ten…"
His voice rang out like a death sentence.
"Nine…"
Across the nation, people held their breath. Heroes rushed desperately toward Hiroshima, fully aware they wouldn't make it in time.
"Eight…"
In Tokyo, All Might watched the broadcast, his fists clenched so tightly they trembled. He tried to transform, but his body refused to respond.
He had already exceeded his limit for the day. "Damn it…" he muttered, anger and frustration burning within him. "I'm too late…"
"Seven…"
"Six…"
"Five…"
Just as Dark Might was about to continue—A surge of blue energy erupted across the battlefield.
The machine guns targeting civilians were suddenly engulfed in a spatial distortion before shattering into nothingness, disintegrated completely.
Every camera snapped toward the source.
A glowing blue portal had opened atop a nearby building.
From within it, figures began stepping out one by one, their silhouettes illuminated by the radiant energy behind them. The portal pulsed before closing, leaving the group standing tall against the chaos.
At the front stood a figure clad in black armor, a demonic mask covering his face, and a golden gauntlet glowing faintly with cosmic energy.
"You asked for me," he said calmly, his voice distorted yet unwavering. "So here I am."
It was Novabel—leader of Nova Genesis.
Dark Might tilted his head slightly, observing the group with mild curiosity before letting out a small chuckle. "Hmm… I didn't expect Nova Genesis to be this small," he said mockingly. "Or are you simply underestimating the Gollini family?"
Novabel let out a quiet laugh in response, completely unfazed. "Who uses their full strength," he replied smoothly, "when dealing with mere children?"
Behind him, the members of Nova Genesis exchanged silent looks.
'Yup… he's aura farming again.'
Without wasting another moment, Novabel raised his gauntlet and pointed toward the terrified civilians below. "Novaflex," he commanded, his tone sharp and precise, "your priority is evacuation. Get every civilian out safely and keep the Gollini forces away from them."
He shifted his gaze slightly. "Novamor, begin hacking their ships. Shut down their escape."
Turning slightly, he continued, "Novagent, activate the traps and initiate the rescue operations we prepared earlier."
Finally, his eyes narrowed behind the mask as he looked toward the battlefield ahead. "Novangle. Novak. You're with me."
A surge of energy pulsed through the air as he clenched his gauntlet.
"We'll handle the main threats."
"Nova Genesis…" Novabel declared, his voice rising with power and conviction. "Rise!"
And with that, the battlefield erupted into motion as he and his team charged forward, clashing head-on against the might of the Gollini family.