A Collector

Izuku blinked, his focus immediately shifting to the object now resting between him—a jagged, dark blade, intricately crafted.

"That was a Nomu, huh? Probably one of the high-ends, but Sensei said they weren't finished—probably just a prototype."

Izuku reached for the tablet, only to notice it was damaged

"Damn it. How am I supposed to find targets now?" Izuku muttered to himself.

Izuku grabbed the knife and decided to walk around, watching for any prey he could use.

And then there was one. A drunken man sleeping on the road. Izuku looked around and when he was sure there was no one, he dragged the man to the alleyway.

"Hmmm? Who a~re ya?" The man asked.

izumura looked at him coldly. He touched the man's head and breathed deeply which confused the man. Then, indescribable pain engulfed the man. He felt that his skin was being peeled, his body was being burned, and his innards being turned to mush. After a few seconds of pain, he felt normal again.

"W-W-What did you do?" The man asked.

izumura took out the knife and the man paled. Judging from his suit and the handbag he was carrying, the man looked like an office worker getting home from work. He was probably invited to drink by his boss.

"P-Please d-don't" The man pleaded when he saw the knife.

Izuku knew he couldn't let the man live. He had let thugs live before, and that had apparently caused the police and his sperm donor to start looking for him. News of a normal man becoming Quirkless would spread quickly. He couldn't afford that, especially if he was hunting Quirks. This was the only way for his vision to come true.

The man might have a family waiting for him. An angry housewife, a child, maybe even a dog or a cat would be hoping for him to come home. And Izuku was going to take it all away. Would he really do it?

He had killed his principal because she had supported him being bullied.

He had killed Starburst because she was a blind follower of this corrupted government, one that would have attacked or even killed him without hesitation.

This man was just a normal person, living his day-to-day life. And yet, Izuku was going to end it, all for someone else's ambitions. For his own ambitions.

Izuku swung down the knife. The answer was yes.

He left the scene and walked towards an empty lot. The white-haired boy concentrated and identified the Quirk he stole.

A Bullet Laser like quirk: The user can shoot concentrated beams of energy from his fingers.

This made Izuku smile. He got a decent Quirk.

He pointed at a can a few meters away and fired a beam. The beam exploded on impact, damaging the can. Izuku wondered why the man hadn't wanted to be a hero with a Quirk like this, but it was no use thinking about what the dead man had wanted.

This was his third kill, all for the sake of gaining power. Izuku knew he wouldn't be able to stop now. He had to keep getting stronger, so that one day he would be powerful enough to overthrow this society of heroes. But until that time came, he decided to find a place to rest for the night.

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"Toshinori. Keep calm," a short old man said to the skinny man.

"My son is out there, doing the devil knows what, and you want me to stay calm?!" All Might yelled.

"The kid's new to this, he'll slip up and we'll find him and you can bring him home." Gran Torino replied.

Later that day, two murders were reported. The shining hero Starburst and a man were murdered in two different alleys—one with a stab wound, the other with her insides crushed. Sadly, there were no witnesses, and there appeared to be no clear motive for the killings, as their money and important documents remained intact.

izumura watched the news as he ate his breakfast.

"Soon... very soon."