After completing his mana sensitivity training, Izuku finally exhaled, feeling the exhaustion settle deep into his bones. The room was dark, the only light source coming from the large window. He glanced outside, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight before him.
The moon of this world was larger than the one in Murim, its pale silver glow washing over the vast landscape. The sight always unsettled him—reminding him just how far he was from his old world. A place where he had once stood at the peak, only to be cast down into this cruel existence.
Seeking fresh air, Izuku quietly made his way through the halls of the mansion. The corridors were silent, the only sounds being his own soft footsteps and the occasional creak of the wooden floor. Moving with practiced ease, he climbed to the rooftop and settled himself on the edge, his gaze drifting toward the night sky.
The stars were scattered across the vast darkness, distant yet unwavering in their glow. He let out a slow breath, leaning back on his hands as he allowed himself a rare moment of peace.
"System," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Open my status window."
A familiar chime echoed in his mind, followed by an exasperated sigh from the system.
[System Prompt]
"What's the point of seeing those miserable stats of yours? Why not bow to the heavens and choose the easy path?"
Izuku scoffed, shaking his head. "When I saved your world, you gave me curses. You tormented my soul in the void for—fuck's sake, how long was it? And now you're talking about mercy? That's the peak of irony."
He chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he leaned back against the cool tiles of the rooftop. He cursed the heavens, the system, and the twisted fate that had brought him here. But deep down, he knew it was pointless. He had long accepted this cruel reality. He had made his choice the moment he refused to break. And now, there was only one path left—to endure, to fight, and to rise.
[System Prompt]
"Tch. Fine. Here's your miserable status window."
—
Name: Izuku Arashi
Age: 9
Status: Owner of the weakest and most trash body in this world
Strength: 4.96 (Finally about to reach 5)
Agility: 5.4 (Increased by dodging attacks and running for survival, you coward)
Endurance: 4.85 (Finally looking like a human with some muscles and not just bones)
Mana Sensitivity: 5.86% (Now you can at least sense mana. Noble kids your age can already use spells, though.)
Luck: 00 (Personally cursed by the heavens)
Curses:
300% increase in pain sensitivity (Reduced to 290.95% thanks to an increase in pain resistance of 9.05%)
90% growth reduction
Inventory:
Moon Stone (Awakened 5.95%)
—
Izuku studied his stats, his fingers tightening into fists. Despite all his efforts, the numbers were still pitiful. He had gained some progress, but compared to the other children—compared to the ones who would be his future competition at the academy—he was still nothing more than a speck of dust.
But that was fine.
He had never relied on numbers. He had never needed natural talent. He had survived purely through grit, strategy, and an unbreakable will. That would not change.
Izuku exhaled, closing the status window with a flick of his wrist. There was no point in dwelling on what-ifs. If he had never been cursed, would he be stronger? Perhaps. But that was a useless thought. Reality was what it was, and he had long since embraced it.
[System Prompt]
"Heavens are still watching you."
Izuku scoffed. "Let them watch."
Lying down on the rooftop, he let his body relax for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The sky above seemed vast and endless, yet he felt like nothing more than an insect trapped in a cage.
Yet even so, he would not stop. He would endure. He would fight.
And one day, he would rise above even the heavens.
With that final thought, Izuku allowed himself to drift into sleep, his body utterly exhausted from the brutal training of the day.
The night passed in silence, but in the distant sky, unseen forces continued to watch.