In a city shrouded in black smoke, everything around him lay in ruins. Atop a building, a pillar of white light descended from the sky. When it faded, it revealed a teenage boy lying there. He looked about fifteen or sixteen, fair-skinned and handsome.
The boy slowly opened his eyes. Black smoke drifted across the sky like clouds. He quickly sat up and checked himself over, finding no discomfort at all. Then why was he here? Wasn't he supposed to be attending a gathering at a convention?
The boy's name was Yang Xiao. His name had been chosen by his parents, who hoped that when he grew up, he would become a great and formidable figure.
"What's going on?" Yang Xiao walked to the edge of the building. The streets and buildings before him had mostly been reduced to ruins, while cries filled the entire area. It was like hell on earth.
It was not just this district. Everywhere he looked was the same, and violent explosions could even be heard in the distance. Yet this did not look like a war between nations.
Yang Xiao was inexplicably shocked. It all felt almost dreamlike. Why had he appeared here? And what exactly was this scene?
"The world you are seeing is five years in the future..."
Yang Xiao abruptly turned around. An old man with white hair and a white beard stood beside him, as though he had been there from the very beginning. Yang Xiao immediately took several steps back and asked, "Who are you?"
The white-haired old man turned toward him. He had a kind face, and he felt as warm and familiar as Yang Xiao's own grandfather. "Don't ask who I am. I came here to give you something."
"Something for me?" Yang Xiao frowned. Looking at the old man, he could not bring himself to feel wary, as though the man were family.
"Take it. Use its power to survive. Grow stronger, then fight the other three people like you. Remember, you belong to different factions. Stay vigilant at all times!" The white-haired old man extended his hand, and a ball of golden light flew out and landed in Yang Xiao's palm.
The golden light sank into his right palm, leaving behind a faint golden dot. At the same time, a golden ring-shaped mark appeared on the back of his hand.
"What is this?" Yang Xiao stared at his palm and the back of his hand in shock, turning them over again and again. This was far beyond his expectations. It was too incredible.
The white-haired old man merely smiled kindly. The next moment, he turned into specks of white light and scattered into the air.
"Don't go! Sir, you haven't told me what this is for!" Yang Xiao reached out to grab the white specks, but nothing remained.
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out. Yang Xiao suddenly turned to look and saw flames soaring into the sky from a nearby street. A figure emerged from the blaze, wearing a black cloak. He was tall and broad, with close-cropped hair and a pair of eagle-like eyes.
Those eagle-like eyes suddenly turned toward Yang Xiao. His body immediately shuddered. Under that gaze, he felt as though he had nowhere to hide, as if every secret he possessed had been seen through.
Terrifying. Far too terrifying!
That was Yang Xiao's first impression. He felt that he might be killed. Just then, a woman approached from the other end of the street. Her long white hair fell down her back, and even her irises were silver-white. She wore a white-and-gray skintight bodysuit as she walked over at an unhurried pace.
The only feeling this woman gave Yang Xiao was coldness. Beneath her icy, alluring temperament was a flawless face. She could be called an ice queen goddess.
While Yang Xiao was still stunned by her beauty, he suddenly noticed another man standing on a building directly ahead of him. The man was about 175 centimeters tall, three centimeters taller than Yang Xiao. He had blue, center-parted hair and wore blue casual clothes. He simply stood there silently, watching Yang Xiao.
Just as Yang Xiao felt that something was about to happen, the two men and one woman all looked at him at once. A faint, meaningful smile appeared on their lips.
Whoosh!
In that instant, the scenery around Yang Xiao seemed to begin rewinding. The smoke-filled sky gradually turned blue, and the surrounding buildings began returning to their original appearances, as though time itself had reversed.
The two men and the woman vanished as well. The world around him rewound at high speed, like a movie being fast-forwarded in reverse.
He did not know how much time had passed before everything finally stopped rewinding. To Yang Xiao, it felt as though he had lived through an entire century.
Once time stopped reversing, Yang Xiao's head began hurting for no apparent reason. Pieces of information flooded into his mind, and though he had known nothing about this world before, he suddenly understood everything.
He had become a transmigrator and entered the world of My Hero Academia. My Hero Academia was a passionate anime about a boy born without a Quirk who grew stronger step by step through his own efforts.
The setting of My Hero Academia was a society of superpowers. Humanity called these superpowers "Quirk" phenomena, and their users Quirk Users.
Quirk Users usually manifested their abilities before the age of four. If someone still failed to awaken one after four, they were likely an ordinary person—or perhaps they had awakened a Quirk they could not even perceive, useless beyond words.
Yang Xiao now fully understood the whole situation. The scene he had witnessed really was five years in the future, when the Darkest Era would erupt completely. The two men and one woman were transmigrators like him, and their current strength was identical to his. They were all rookies.
Yang Xiao now understood how to activate his Quirk. With a thought, energy gathered in his right palm. The faint golden dot there radiated a gentle glow, and the next moment, he felt an inexplicable power spread throughout his body.
That golden dot was Yang Xiao's Quirk, called Holy Light. At present, Holy Light was only the embryonic form of this Quirk. As his strength increased, Holy Light would grow ever stronger, producing shields, protective gear, and energy weapons from within and without.
As its name implied, Holy Light was the power of a saint!
The golden ring on the back of his hand was a system similar to an information prompt. It contained his personal data, which Yang Xiao could inspect whenever he wished.
[Yang Xiao: 15 years old, birthday: August 1, height: 172 cm, weight: 55 kg.] [Quirk: Holy Light (Power of a Saint), experience: Level 1/0/100] [Holy Light: Level 1-Level 10. Each increase in Quirk level doubles Holy Light's energy and manifests energy weapons, protective gear, and shields.] [Current combat power: capable of shattering walls.]
This information system was not bad. Yang Xiao could learn his general information from it. As for whether the golden ring had any other functions, he did not know. For now, he could only view his personal data.
In any case, he had arrived in this world and obtained the Holy Light Quirk. Yang Xiao also knew that when the Darkest Era arrived, his mission was to contribute his own strength while guarding against the other three transmigrators!
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