MHA: A Villain's Playground

He blinked once.

Then twice.

"...Please choose?" Aomine Daiki muttered to himself and stared at the screen in front of him silently yet the surprise in his eyes was palpable.

Why surprise?

Because the computer that should've shut down after the loss of electricity was somehow still running.

And not only was it running, but there was a strange prompt on his screen.

[Please Choose Your Starter World—

1. My Hero Academia

2. Dragon Ball Z

3. Oregairu]

Aomine stared at the screen with amazement. As a degenerate otaku with no life, he was somewhat cognitive of his current situation.

He was most probably going to be sent into the world of his choice.

Aomine didn't unnecessarily try to figure out why this opportunity was being given to him nor did he care.

Any kind of life would be better than this worthless one.

"Hello? Hi!? Can you communicate?" He tried asking but the screen remained unresponsive. His hopes of gaining some additional information were dashed.

He looked over the options again and immediately gave them a classification.

High ceiling, Low ceiling, and Fixed ceiling corresponding to Dragon Ball Z, My Hero Academia and Oregairu respectively. By ceiling, he meant the potential strength he could gain.

Hypothetically speaking, if he was lucky enough to be the most blessed, the most talented, the strongest raw power he would have in Dragon Ball would be something like Universal. Where he could destroy universes.

Like Xeno, the eccentric child emperor, who destroyed universes with a clap of his hand.

In My Hero Academia he could be City level at best, perhaps Mountain, if he were to cope like a drug addict.

And Oregairu… a regular rom-com world… it didn't need to be discussed.

And the moment he read 'Starter World' he had already made his choice.

"My Hero Academia." He spoke somewhat excitedly. Dragon Ball was too dangerous, he didn't want to die in the aftermath of some random battle and Oregairu was too safe.

He was already living in a normal world, why transfer to another?

The screen glitched and a new prompt appeared.

[Please Choose—

1. Good Starter Pack. (Slow growth, high potential, Risk Factor— Safe.)

2. Neutral Starter Pack. (Growth can be slow or fast depending on the intelligence of the user, high potential, Risk Factor— Safe.)

3. Evil Starter Pack. (Fast Growth, high potential, Risk Factor— Extremely Dangerous.)]

"Isn't this a tough decision…?" Aomine couldn't help but frown. But he didn't take long to decide, and despite being nervous chose the third option.

The screen glitched and a second later a single word appeared on his screen with an ominous undertone.

[...Goodluck!]

Aomine couldn't help but laugh in excitement as his consciousness faded away.

Morality?

What was the use of that?

…

By the time he opened his eyes, he found himself in the middle of Class 1-A.

Blinding sunlight poured through the window of a massive classroom. Students bustled around, their voices blending into one of chatter and laughter.

The walls were lined with high-tech monitors, and a familiar logo—a bold "UA"—stood proudly above the blackboard.

The colours were so much sharper than in the anime, the sounds so vivid they almost overwhelmed him. He glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers. They were his... and yet they weren't.

His reflection in the window revealed a slightly older, sharper version of himself like he'd been redesigned by a studio animator.

Wasn't this too direct? What was the goal of this mysterious entity? Why send me here? Is there something I have to accomplish? How would I go to the next world?

Too many questions and zero answers.

"Let's go, all of you twerps follow me." Aomine's attention was drawn to the man speaking at the front of the class. His eyes twitched once again, he had never seen someone look so depressed/sleep-deprived.

The man speaking, his teacher, Shota Aizawa had a pale face with a scruffy beard. His face adorned a tired look and he was inside a… sleeping bag trying to crawl out…?

Aomine ignored him and looked around. He couldn't help but marvel and lick his lips seeing the beauty of his female classmates, especially the pink alien-looking one. He forgot her name. And the frog one too, he was definitely going to have that long tongue do him some favours.

He hid his desires and didn't let them show on his face as he followed his classmates, thankfully he was still a bit disoriented from his sudden teleportation and as such didn't get a boner from the incredibly horny thoughts.

Yes, teleportation.

Aomine Daiki, with his original 18-year-old body, was directly transported to My Hero Academia. Earlier he had looked around the class and to his surprise, the weird tree-looking kid that could talk with animals or so was nowhere to be seen.

As he walked in a line he was surprised to see floating clothes. He remembered there was an invisible girl in class. Toru Hagakure was her name if he remembered correctly.

I wonder what she looks like.

Aomine was from the time when the Meta Liberation Arc had just begun and even then he had only read the manga till the school festival arc before getting bored and dropping the manga.

By the time he was finished with his thoughts, Aizawa Sensei had brought them to an open field with some minimal equipment.

Their teacher, Shota Aizawa, stood in front of them in his usual dishevelled state, a yellow sleeping bag still wrapped around his legs. His cold, monotone voice cut through the air as he addressed the class.

"Alright, class. Let's get started. This is the Quirk Apprehension Test. I'm going to evaluate how you use your Quirks in physical activities."

The students exchanged confused glances. Some were excited, while others seemed unsure of what the test would entail.

Aomine couldn't help but subtly frown at that, just now he had received all the details of his Quirks and abilities.

Yes, not one but multiple Quirks and one of them was so broken that it caused his heart to race.

Ochaco Uraraka raised her hand, speaking up. "But... What about orientation?"

Aizawa gave her a deadpan stare. "Forget about that. Being a hero isn't about playing nice. If you're here to waste time, you might as well leave now."

The class fell silent, the jovial mood that had existed moments ago evaporating instantly under Aizawa's cold demeanour.

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