New World

The rain fell in heavy sheets over Musutafu, Japan, transforming the narrow alleyway into a miniature river between weathered brick walls.

Security cameras hung lifeless at both ends - their circuits temporarily frozen by an electromagnetic pulse - caused by the soon to be existing portal - that had preceded their arrival.

Soon enough a crimson portal materialized in the space between buildings, its otherworldly light casting strange shadows through the falling rain.

Nine figures emerged, led by Thragg's imposing frame, his Battle Beast coat seeming to drink in both darkness and rain.

War-torn Eve's wheelchair was guided carefully by Royal Eve while a pink energy bubble formed around them, protecting the group from the downpour.

Roberta immediately activated her contingency systems.

Nanomachines flowed from concealed compartments in her clothing, assembling themselves into her familiar Robot avatar.

The transformation took less than three seconds - a testament to technology far beyond this world's capabilities.

Her mechanical fingers extended, interfacing with hidden ports that emerged from her forearms.

Quantum processors activated, sending out invisible tendrils of code that slipped through this reality's digital defenses like ghosts through walls.

First, she accessed the local wireless networks - primitive by her standards, but functional.

Banking systems, government databases, social media platforms - all laid bare before her advanced infiltration protocols.

She moved through them with surgical precision, leaving no trace of her presence.

"Fascinating architecture," she murmured, her mechanical voice pitched low. "Their cybersecurity is... quaint. Almost charming in its simplicity."

Her systems branched out further, tapping into satellite networks, police databases, and hero registration systems. Each new connection added to her growing understanding of this world's infrastructure.

"The Hero Public Safety Commission's databases are particularly interesting," she noted, processing terabytes of information in milliseconds, having already gotten a slight briefing alongside the rest about hero and villains in this world from Thragg.

"Their encryption is several decades behind our Earth's standards. Accessing... analyzing... mapping social structures and power hierarchies..."

"The emergence of Quirks fundamentally reshaped human society," Roberta continued, holographic displays shifting to show historical footage.

"The first recorded Quirk appeared in Qing Qing City - a luminescent infant. Within a few generations, the supernatural became natural."

Thragg listened silently, comparing her findings to memories from his first life - memories of an anime series he'd once watched.

Everything aligned perfectly - for now that is.

"I've established secure false identities for all of us," Roberta announced after several minutes. "Bank accounts, medical histories, educational records - everything we'll need to integrate seamlessly. The system accepts them as if they've always existed."

She paused, her mechanical head tilting slightly. "I've also located several potential properties we could acquire.

One in particular - a recently renovated compound in a quiet district - would suit our needs perfectly.

Previous owner: deceased, no heirs, currently in legal limbo. Easy to... acquire through proper channels."

"However," she continued without pause, ever the efficient one, "there's a potential problem with our current cover story." Her mechanical fingers danced through new data streams.

"Two adopted brothers with similar powers, adopted daughters with remarkable abilities, multiple romantic partners all possessing significant Quirks - it would draw unwanted attention.

This world has its own version of paranoid watchdogs."

"What do you suggest?" Nolan asked - all of them already used to Roberta giving no pause till she wants to when she is explaining something - standing beside his sons as rain drummed against their protective bubble.

Roberta's mechanical avatar straightened. "I can alter our genetics. Make the connections real, not just cover stories.

Thragg and you, true brothers. The Eves, biological daughters of Thragg and myself.

Our appearances wouldn't change - phenotype remains distinct from genotype - but any investigation would find genuine biological connections."

"When did you even come up with this plan?" Amanda asked, immediately realising that this can't be something she's thought of at just this moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And more importantly, why didn't you this before we left?"

Roberta's mechanical form shifted slightly, something almost like pride entering her synthesized voice. "I've had contingency plans prepared for every possible scenario since the moment I pledged myself to the Emperor's service.

Nothing less is acceptable when serving one chosen by existence itself to reshape all realities."

She turned to face each of them in turn. "I've analyzed thousands of potential scenarios, calculated millions of possible outcomes. This solution presented the highest probability of success with minimal risk. But..."

Her mechanical head tilted slightly. "I wanted to wait until we arrived here to present it, to ensure everyone's decision would be based on immediate necessity rather than abstract possibility."

"You really have thought of everything, haven't you?" Royal Mark observed, a note of admiration in his voice.

"Of course," Roberta replied simply. "The Emperor deserves nothing less than absolute dedication to perfection. But..." Her tone shifted slightly, becoming more gentle. "While I've calculated this as the optimal solution, the choice must be yours. All of yours."

Silence filled the area as everyone thought about Roberta's words. 

War-torn Eve was the first to speak up, "Yes. I- I can't speak for everyone else, nor Dad, but I would be okay with it." her voice a bit hesitant at first but soon more determind as the words flowed out.

Amanda stepped forward, "Makes sense to me. Better to have real proof backing our story than trying to maintain a lie."

She crossed her arms, adding with characteristic directness, "Plus, it'll make things a hell of a lot easier moving forward."

"I mean, it's definitely the smart play," Original Mark chimed in, "Though it's kind of wild to think about, right? Actually becoming biological family?"

Royal Eve's response carried her usual confidence, tinged with strategic consideration. "The tactical advantages are obvious. And honestly?"

Her expression softened slightly as she glanced at War-torn Eve. "Some of us have already found what we were looking for in this family."

Original Eve herself remained silent for a moment, she herself was the one with least connection to Thragg, yet, she was the one who decided to tag along, and having seen how he treated her counterparts, she simply nodded, her agreement silent but no less sure.

Nolan stepped forward, "A Viltrumite's word is his bond," he stated, "We've already chosen to be family. Making it biological only strengthens what already exists."

"Yeah, what Dad said," Royal Mark agreed, his voice carrying that hint of pride he'd inherited from both his realities. "Though I gotta admit, being actual cousins is going to take some getting used to," he added with a grin at Original Mark.

War-torn Eve's fingers tightened slightly on her wheelchair's armrests. "Dad?" she asked softly, looking up at Thragg. "What do you think?"

The Emperor remained silent for a moment, his massive frame still as the rain continued to fall around their protective bubble.

"This alteration," Thragg spoke finally, "It would make me truly Argall's son. What effect would this have on my power?"

Roberta's mechanical form straightened, her response immediate and precise. "Based on historical records and your own accounts, Emperor, Argall's bloodline was the purest in Viltrum's history.

The genetic enhancement would likely increase your already formidable strength."

"How?" Original Mark asked, his natural curiosity overcoming his usual reserve around Thragg. "I mean, isn't he already the strongest there is?"

"The Emperor's current power comes from his unprecedented control over smart atoms," Nolan explained, "He's an anomaly - born with abilities beyond even our understanding."

"Exactly," Roberta confirmed. "Adding Argall's pure bloodline to that natural talent would only enhance what's already there. Think of it as optimizing an already perfect system."

"Like upgrading something that's already the best?" Royal Mark suggested, trying to grasp the concept.

"More like completing what was always meant to be," Thragg stated, his voice carrying unusual depth. "Argall raised me as his son. Now I would truly be his heir - in blood as well as spirit."

War-torn Eve looked up at him with understanding in her eyes. "It means something to you, doesn't it, Dad? Beyond just the power?"

Thragg's massive hand rested gently on her shoulder, his response more in that gesture than in his words. "Yes."

"Then I say we do it," Amanda declared with complete surety. "Make what should be real, real."

"Proceed," Thragg commanded, his decision made. The Battle Beast coat seemed to shift slightly, as if responding to its wearer's anticipation.

Roberta's pink energy enveloped them, and for a moment, all there was, was rose light.

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(Author note: Finally, this is done!

I was thinking about what to do this chapter, since I didn't want to immediately skip to them having a home, integrated and everything, so I was thinking for a bit, but I think I wrote this pretty well.

Next chapter we'll have a small timeskip and probably have the Marks and Eves (besides War-torn) be at UA university.

Also, do tell me what you think about this change, Thragg is a bit more powerful too, I found it a good way to do it, while finally fully establishing his right beyond all accounts to be Emperor.

Plus, I believe not going with the adopted story and instead this one is wiser since so many power houses together not because of blood would raise eyebrows in my opinion.

Since organisations coming up is quite common in that world, plus these guys aren't low level people which will become apparent to the MHA world soon enough.

The cousin thing now between Eve and Mark, well they're aliens, and in history and a lot places in the world and religions, it isnt forbidden.

Honestly, Nolan getting with bugs is weirder.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)