Chapter 13 - Eat this!

I'm curious, how strong would a Viltrumite be if they knew how to use Ki from dragon ball?

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A few days passed, and Soren spent that time enjoying himself with his women. He made sure to strengthen his bond with Camie, smoothly pulling her further into his orbit. His harem continued to grow, just as he had planned.

In private, he indulged in passionate nights with Mitsuki and Inko, yet despite their frequent encounters, neither had conceived.

This wasn't by chance—Soren's mastery over his body was absolute. If he didn't want children yet, it simply wouldn't happen. His intense training regimen, which he dubbed the Hercules Method, ensured his body remained at peak performance.

[ A/N: If you know the comic, then you're cultured. ]

But now, it was time to move to the next step.

Soren arrived at Dagoba Beach, where he knew Izuku was supposed to begin his training. The place was a complete mess, filled with years' worth of trash that had turned the once-beautiful shoreline into a landfill.

As he approached, he spotted All Might—in his skinny form—waiting for him.

"Ah, young Soren!" All Might greeted him with his usual energy, though his frail frame made it far less impressive.

Soren smirked.

"Yo, All Might. Didn't expect you to look this… uh, lively first thing in the morning."

All Might coughed into his fist.

"Yes, well, I do my best!" He quickly moved on.

"Now then, I had originally planned to have you undergo rigorous physical training here while also helping to clean up the beach, but given your current physique..."

He gestured vaguely at Soren's towering, muscle-bound frame—his perfectly sculpted, herculean physique that made even bodybuilders look inadequate.

All Might sighed.

"Frankly, there's no need. Your body is already more than capable of handling One For All."

Soren nodded, playing along.

"Makes sense. So what's next?"

All Might suddenly turned serious. Reaching up, he plucked a strand of his own hair and held it out.

"Eat this."

Soren blinked. "…What?"

All Might didn't falter. "You must consume my DNA to inherit One For All. This hair contains the power you need."

Silence.

Soren stared at him, then at the hair, then back at him.

"You seriously want me to eat a piece of your hair?"

"Yes!"

"You realize how weird that sounds, right?"

All Might coughed awkwardly. "Yes, but it's the only way!"

Soren sighed, taking the hair between his fingers.

"Man, you couldn't have put it in a capsule or something? Maybe mixed it into a protein shake?"

All Might chuckled sheepishly. "It has to be ingested directly."

Shaking his head, Soren flicked the hair into his mouth and swallowed.

"Happy now?"

All Might grinned.

"Splendid! Now, we wait for the power to take root!"

Soren smirked.

'Step one of my plan: complete.'

All Might nodded.

"It might take a moment for One For All to take effect, but in the meantime, we should put this location to good use." He smiled.

"Since we're already here, how about some training? Cleaning this beach will build discipline, young Soren!"

Soren kept his expression neutral, though inwardly, he scoffed.

'Cleaning trash? What a waste of time.' But he simply nodded.

"Got it, All Might."

As he took a step forward, his entire body surged with power. His veins pulsed as One For All integrated with his Viltrumite physiology.

'This… is incredible.'

His already godlike strength skyrocketed, his laser vision intensified, and his Dominating Pheromones evolved to an even greater level. The energy of past wielders surged into him—each quirk, each memory absorbed into his being.

But then—one memory stood out. Nana Shimura.

Within the vestige realm, the predecessors of One For All stirred.

The first wielder's voice echoed, firm but uneasy.

"What is this? Something's wrong… I can feel it. This isn't how it's supposed to be!"

The second wielder growled, his voice strained.

"He's not just absorbing our quirks… he's consuming us. Our wills… our identities…!"

The third wielder, usually calm, now sounded panicked.

"We're being pulled apart! I can't hold on—!"

Their voices faded, one by one, as Soren's overwhelming power consumed them entirely. Their resistance was futile, their struggles meaningless against the sheer force of his Viltrumite-enhanced One For All.

Nana Shimura stood alone in the vestige realm, her form flickering as she fought against the corruption.

"No… this isn't right," she whispered, clutching her chest.

"I won't let you take me. I won't let you twist me into something I'm not!"

But Soren's presence was everywhere, his voice echoing in her mind, dark and commanding.

"Resist all you want, Nana. But you know it's pointless. Your will is mine now."

Nana's knees buckled as a wave of Dominating Pheromones washed over her. Her thoughts grew hazy, her resolve crumbling.

"I… I can't… I won't…" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Soren's voice softened, almost tender, but no less menacing.

"You don't have to fight it, Nana. Submit to me. You'll find it's… liberating."

Her resistance faltered. A strange warmth spread through her, a mix of devotion and desire that she couldn't explain. Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over as she looked up, her voice barely a whisper.

"Soren… my… my master…"

Her transformation was complete. Where once stood a noble hero, now stood a devoted servant, her every thought consumed by him. Her voice grew breathless, her tone dripping with adoration.

"I… I'm yours. Completely. Utterly. Do with me as you please. I exist only for you."

Her submission was absolute, her devotion obsessive. She was no longer Nana Shimura, the hero. She was his woman. His lover. His eternal servant.

His consciousness full back and Soren's lips curled slightly, suppressing a dark chuckle.

'My power… it's truly limitless.'

All Might, oblivious, placed his hands on his hips.

"How are you feeling, young Soren?"

Soren exhaled slowly, adjusting to the overwhelming surge of strength. He smirked.

"Stronger. Much stronger."

All Might grinned.

"That's the spirit! Now, let's get to work—"

Soren glanced around the cluttered beach, his eyes scanning the piles of trash.

'If I clean this place instantly, it might draw too much attention. Besides… this could be an opportunity.'

He turned to All Might with a casual shrug.

"I'll start with the smaller piles first. No need to rush, right?"

All Might nodded, clearly pleased with Soren's apparent willingness to take his time.

"Good thinking! Discipline is key, young Soren!"

As Soren began moving debris, his mind wandered.

'This beach is close to U.A. High. If I play my cards right, I might run into someone useful. Mei Hatsume, for example. Her inventions could be… valuable.' He allowed himself a small smile as he worked, already plotting his next move.

As Soren casually cleaned the beach, he made sure not to finish too quickly—just enough to make it look like a proper workout. He lifted refrigerators as if they were empty boxes, crushed rusted cars with a single hand, and vaporized smaller debris with precise laser beams. Each movement was calculated, designed to impress without revealing the full extent of his power.

All Might watched in awe, his towering figure leaning against a stack of tires as he observed Soren's progress.

"Incredible work, young Soren! You're making faster progress than I expected."

Soren paused, feigning a slight breathlessness as he wiped his brow.

"Thanks, All Might. It's tough, but I'm learning a lot."

'Always maintain the facade,' he reminded himself.

'Let him think he's molding a hero, not a predator.'

By the time the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the now partially-cleared beach, All Might clapped his hands.

"That's enough for today, young Soren! You've done an excellent job. We'll continue training every week—or whenever you're free."

Soren nodded, his expression humble but his mind already racing ahead.

"Sounds good, All Might. I'll make sure to keep up the pace."

As he turned to leave, All Might suddenly snapped his fingers, as if remembering something important.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I never properly introduced myself." He placed a fist over his chest and smiled warmly.

"My real name is Toshinori Yagi."

Soren paused, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly before he masked his reaction with a respectful nod.

"I'll remember that…Yagi-sensei."

'Interesting,' he thought as he walked away.

'He's letting his guard down. Good. The more he trusts me, the easier it'll be to exploit him.'

When Soren arrived home, his parents were waiting for him at the door. His mother, Hana, greeted him with a warm smile, her gentle demeanor a stark contrast to the calculating atmosphere of the household.

"Welcome back, Soren. Dinner's ready."

His father, Renji, stood nearby, his arms crossed and his sharp gaze fixed on Soren.

"How was training?"

Soren sat down at the table, his movements relaxed but deliberate.

"Everything's going smoothly. All Might's starting to trust me. He even gave me his real name."

Renji raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Toshinori Yagi, right? That's useful information. Keep playing the part, Soren. Don't let him suspect anything."

Soren took a bite of his food, savoring the flavor as he considered his next steps.

"I haven't forgotten the mission. I'm just building the foundation."

Renji chuckled, a low, satisfied sound.

"That's my son. Always thinking ahead."

Hana, ever the optimist, chimed in as she set a plate of dessert on the table.

"Just remember to take care of yourself, Soren. You're doing so much for our family. We're proud of you."

Soren gave her a small, almost imperceptible smile.

"Thanks, Mom."