It's been five days since I arrived in this world.
Five days of careful observation, slowly piecing together the mysteries of this reality, and solidifying my position as the unseen architect of this new chaotic world.
The first thing I learned? Shadow Garden.
They weren't just here—they were already thriving. All 600-plus members, including the Seven Shadows, had been transported with me.
To add on, from their perspective, it was as if they had suddenly appeared here, with no memory of how they got here.
One moment, they were carrying out their usual operations in their own world, and the next—boom—they were in a completely different place, in a completely different world.
The warehouse we arrived in was made of steel and concrete, tucked away in an abandoned industrial district.
It seemed almost too perfect for what we needed—vast, secure, and capable of housing all of Shadow Garden's members. The walls were reinforced, the floors spotless, and hidden compartments lined every corner, filled with weapons, gadgets, and all manner of tools for our operations.
At first, I couldn't help but feel it was too perfect. It felt… almost as if it had been constructed with our needs in mind, as if someone had anticipated our arrival.
Maybe it was a gift from that smug "god" who sent us here.
Multiple levels spanned the building, from underground bunkers to an expansive top-floor office that I had claimed as my throne room. There was a vast storage area for our weapons and supplies, a training facility hidden in the back, and an expansive underground network of tunnels for quick getaways.
It was large enough to accommodate the 600 members of Shadow Garden, with room to spare for future expansion.
Somehow, this warehouse felt less like a coincidence and more like an offering. Perhaps the god who sent us here truly had a hand in this. Or maybe it was the world itself recognizing the power of Shadow Garden. Whatever the case, it was ours now.
And we would make sure it remained that way.
* * *
I sat in my office.
Or, to put it more accurately, my throne room. Seriously, how much cooler does that sound?
Golden throne, black drapes hanging from the walls, a circular table in front of me for my Seven Shadows. It felt like I was destined to sit here.
Alpha stood before me, her expression serious as always. "Master, we've gathered the information you requested. It matches your predictions."
I leaned back, hands steepled in front of me like some ancient mastermind. I had to admit, this whole 'leader of Shadow Garden' thing was working out surprisingly well.
"Good. Tell me more," I said, voice steady and commanding.
Alpha opened the folder in her hands. "It seems this world is indeed one of quirks. Heroes, villains, and unique abilities everywhere. But the power balance is unstable. There are factions vying for control, each with their own goals, their own agendas."
I nodded slowly, letting the words sink in. Heroes and villains fighting it out—this was the perfect stage for me to play my part.
"Also, Delta has been keeping an eye on Izuku Midoriya, as you instructed. He's nine years old… and quirkless."
"Good," I said, leaning forward in my throne. "Keep watching him."
Delta, standing near the back, spoke up. She looked puzzled, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Master, why are we watching this weakling?"
I smiled, an air of mystery in my words. "It's a hunch, Delta. I believe he's going to become something far more important than we can imagine right now."
Delta blinked, then grinned. "Okaaay, Master!" She immediately bounced up to me, her eyes wide and eager. "If you say so, I'll do it! I'll make sure to keep an eye on him! I won't let him out of my sight, Master!"
"That's what I like to hear," I said, pleased with her obedience.
She practically wagged her tail in joy at the praise, smiling up at me like a happy puppy. "Yay! I'm the best! I'll make sure to watch him closely! You can count on me, Master!"
"Good," I said, my tone satisfied. "Just make sure you're not distracted by anything else. Keep your focus on him. He's going to matter."
Delta gave a determined nod. "I'll focus! I won't let anything distract me!" she said, with the seriousness only she could manage while still sounding utterly adorable.
Izuku Midoriya. Nine years old. Quirkless.
Five years before the original story.
The pieces are falling into place.