FLASH BACK

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[The remains of a man's body were found on Takada Building Street on the 28th. 

Body fluid, believed to have come from a GHOUL, was found at the scene.

 The authorities have begun investigating this GHOUL attack. 

The horrific GHOULS are hunting the streets of ...]

"Damn... the Takada Building isn't that far from here," said a boy with dirty blond hair, looking at the TV that was currently playing. 

"I bet you'd be eaten up before you knew it, Ken. Since you are a nerd weakling always reading those weird books." He continued as he laughed a bit. 

"Th...they're not weird," Ken said, with a bit of shame in his expression.

 "Hide, you ought to expose yourself to more good writing," he explained as he took a sip of the coffee he was drinking. 

They seemed to be sitting in a coffee shop, leaning on a round table. 

"No way," Hide said as he dropped his head onto the table, looking at Ken in the process. "Books knock me out in 5 seconds," he said as Ken put down his coffee cup and changed his expression to a more serious one.

 "But going back to earlier... I've never seen a Ghoul before. 

Do they really exist?" Ken asked with concern, turning his head to look at the TV that was playing.

 "Those monsters that eat peop..." Ken couldn't continue speaking because all of a sudden, the noisy coffee shop he was sitting in lost all its noise; the TV seemed to be paused on hold as if time had actually stopped. 

Then, all it took was a blink and Ken's surroundings had changed. 

What used to be a TV was now a dark black wall, covered by darkness.

 "A dream," Ken whispered as he realized what had happened, looking around; he was in some type of prison cell, isolated from the light, and the only light source provided was a small flickering light bulb that added to the isolated environment.

 "A cell," Ken wondered, turning his head and looking at his wounds; they seemed to be properly bandaged, as if he had been treated by an experienced doctor. 

They covered his whole body, mostly focused on his rib cage which was earlier almost decayed by the Golden Child himself. 

Standing up, he could feel his body screaming in pain; his legs were shaking, as if they were about to give up. 

Using cursed energy, he tried to use it to strengthen his legs, but it failed. 

Then he realized something; his cursed energy reserves had increased, but the only way for them to increase was if his current template had increased by a level or if he had gotten a new one. 

But the last time he checked his [Takuma Ino] template, it was already at 99%. 

Surely 1% couldn't make that much of a difference. 

'System,' Ken thought, when a large screen appeared in front of his face. 

Although it was light, it didn't seem to bring any excess light to the dark room Ken was sitting in, and Ken was stunned to see what was happening:

[+3]

[Template: YOROZU {3 : 100}]

[Construction {lvl 1}]

'I found it,' Ken thought as he opened his eyes in shock, 

'I FOUND THE POWER OF GOD'.

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Someplace else, sitting on what seemed to be a throne made of stone, his face had no eyes or facial features, only his mouth was visible. 

He was currently wearing a hospital gown, crossing his legs as a tube was inserted directly into his throat. 

Around his body, many more tubes were visible, and they were all connected to a large device that floated behind him, hidden by the throne he was sitting on. 

Standing 7 feet away from him, a short old man who was wearing tight glasses stood there, looking straight at the man who sat like a king.

"Doctor, are you sure we needed him that much?" the sitting man said, looking at the doctor with eyes not visible.

 "His body would have accelerated the creation of the Nomu by years, if not decades. 

The fact that that child has more than one Quirk could have saved us a crazy amount of time and resources. 

It's a pity that brat of yours lost our bonus," the doctor said, shaking his head and scratching it in the process. 

"Come on, doctor,shigaraki is just a child; we all make mistakes sometimes," the man replied. "But doctor, tell me, how is his body?" he continued. 

"Well, aside from losing half his right leg, having a coma, and a 7-degree concussion, he's doing fine," the doctor replied jokingly . 

"Since you can't give him a healing Quirk because all your healing Quirks are currently helping you sustain your injured body, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult to ensure he becomes a suitable vessel for your incantation, but..." 

"But what?" the man asked. 

"We can always give him a prototype of the Nomu leg, tissues, and other needed body parts. 

This will prevent any major wounds like the loss of the leg from healing, which would normally give us more time for you to take over his body and heal him yourself, 

but it will be years before the state of consciousness fusion can be successful, so for now, he has to be a..."

"A human Nomu," the man replied, which later got a nod from the doctor. 

"But won't that affect the state of his mind?" The man asked, although curiosity was not evident in his expression, it was evident in his voice. 

"I don't believe so," the doctor replied as he stroked his large white mustache as if thinking.

 "We are only changing parts of his body, not turning him into a Nomu; the parts most important for your use will still remain," he continued, as he explained how the procedure works. 

The man only leaned his head back in response, looking at the ceiling of the cave they were currently living in, breathing out from his nonexistent nose. 

"Till we meet, Odin, till we meet," he said softly as a small smile played at the ends of his lips.

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Ken, sitting there on the ground, it had already been around 24 hours; it seemed that the people who locked him here were trying to make him feel some type of loneliness. 

Luckily for him, good luck was on his side, and he had created bread out of his Construction ability. 

Creating bread was so complex it took all his cursed energy to make just one. 

He was currently reading through his memories, thinking about his new abilities and their potential. 

When he first started using the system, he had underestimated it and thought it was simple, but he was wrong; it was not as easy as it looked. 

His system worked like a book: cursed energy is the book cover, abilities are the pages, and skills are the words inside. 

Currently, the system had given him everything: the book cover, the abilities, and the skills, but just because you have a full book doesn't mean it is a good one, which basically meant that the content inside was scrambled around and unreadable. 

Ken's job was to edit the words and fix them so that their application could be visible. 

This reminded Ken of the first time he used cursed speech; it had knocked him out cold after one word, a word he had used on one of his crows, but after enough practice, he could use it up to 10 times a day. 

So, having the system doesn't give you skills; skills are things you seek for yourself, and he knew that if he got enough cursed energy and experience, he would be able to create almost anything. 

Ken's cursed energy worked in complex ways, unlike the original; for instance, it is pure red in color, not blue or white, it is purely red, dark red, and every time he gets a template, 

the cursed energy for that template is given to him, filling up his cursed energy pool. 

But the cursed energy of the templates he had gotten thus far was very little, until now. 

He had gotten the [Yorozu] template, an old person who, for once, has a large pool of cursed energy that even rivals those who used to live in the Heian era. 

But for now, Ken only had 3% of her cursed energy. 

In his mind, he knew that this template would take time; for he had just beaten Shigaraki ,but he gained only 3%, not considering that Shigaraki was practically 16 years old, far less stronger than his awakened self.

As Ken was thinking to himself, a sound of footsteps was heard coming towards his direction. 

Ken prepared himself, taking a fighting stance and getting ready for the worst of outcomes, until he saw the person that was coming towards him. 

A faint flush of confusion came to his face as he saw that person's figure. 

Why wouldn't he, for the person who was now standing opposite him, outside, separated from him by thick, large iron bars, was none other than the infamous Kaina Tsutsumi, usually referred to as Lady Fucking Nagant.

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Hi guys 😭made this one extra long today because I wanted to push the template explanation out , but I hope u understand.

And if we reach 120 stones 🥴 which is impossible. I'll add another chapter , and plz I have other books , plz go read them now lol , one of my favourites is [REBORN AS THE SON OF HADES] , which is my original, plz I promise u will like it , if you like this one , you will definitely like that one ❤️‍🩹

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