Izuku Midoriya wasn't a very sociable person, for various reasons.
And while he didn't want to be a stereotype, he found a lot of comfort in playing video games, especially MMORPGs. He had played everything from Black Desert Online to World of Warcraft.
And while there was basically no-one playing BDO anymore, WoW was still one of the most popular MMOs in the world. There were some people who had been born and died who played WoW their entire lives.
But Izuku was fairly bored with his character in WoW. It was a monk, someone who was in the thick of the fight, punching his way through the opponents with quick attacks. And while it was one of the more common classes, All Might’s popularity made sure of that, Izuku wanted to change it up a bit.
But he didn’t want to just make another character for WoW. He already had 6 of those. And he had done the starting missions for both WoW factions multiple times at this point. Not to say they weren’t good, but he was bored with them.
And so he started looking around for other popular MMORPGs. It took a little while, but eventually he found one that he had never really heard of before. It was a fairly recent one, but it had around 3 million consistent players daily.
He was really sure how he had missed such a big game, but he didn’t question it much. He did some research into how the game worked and watched some small gameplay clips, finding himself getting interested in the game and the world it had created.
He bought the game with some of his saved up allowance, and started the download and went to bed.
Izuku woke up refreshed and ready to play some Elder Tales.
Luckily for him, the download had finished overnight! He got up and went to the kitchen first, grabbing some breakfast before taking a quick shower. His mum would be going out this afternoon to do some errands, and because it was a Sunday, he didn’t have to go to school.
He got dressed in some comfy clothes, put his slippers on, and sat down in his chair, ready to start it up. Clicking into the game, he was met with a signup page. Quickly making an account for Athava Inc, he finally logged in.
He was greeted with the character creation screen. It was more in-depth than any he had ever seen before! There were hundreds of presets available for people who wanted to just get into the game quickly, but Izuku wanted his first character of the game to be personalized.
He didn’t actually know which class he wanted to play as just yet, as they usually had minor differences in each different game that subtly changed how they played. He knew that he wanted to play a support-type caster class this time, as he had been very combat-focused his last few characters, but he wasn’t really a fan of healers.
His heroic heart pushed him towards classes that helped others, but he had played a healer before, and just pumping health into idiots who aggroed entire dungeons wasn’t very fun. But, he could decide the specifics later.
Right now he needed to pick a race.
Humans were always a good choice, with fairly balanced stats, but they were also incredibly plain, especially in fantasy games. Elves and Dwarves were also good, but in Elder Tales they each seemed to focus on Archery and Physical Combat, respectively.
There were Felinoids, which were basically just people with a cat’s head. They had high dexterity and agility, so they weren’t what Izuku was looking for. Similarly, the ‘Wolf Fangs’ and the ‘Fox Tails’ were basically just people with minor mutation Quirks, and focused on more physical stats.
That left Izuku with two real options if he wanted to be a support caster. The first option was a race called the ‘Ritian’s’, who had higher than average MP, but their HP was absurdly low. According to the little pop-up that showed when he hovered over them, only around 3% of the player base were Ritian’s due to their niche racial stats.
That left Izuku with the only race left on the list, the Half-Alves. Not Half-Elves, specifically Half-Alves. Apparently there was an ancient race called the Alves that were driven to extinction by war, and the Half-Alves were the descendants of the captured slaves and stuff like that.
They had slightly less MP than the Ritians did, but they also didn’t have the drawback of absurdly low HP. They seemed, to Izuku, the perfect middle ground to base his caster on. Selecting the class, he got started customizing the character.
The avatar that he made was fairly similar to himself, with short green hair and green eyes, but as he wanted his character to look like an adult, it was taller than he was, around 6’1”, and was a little wider than Izuku was.
Like most avatars for MMORPGs were, it was also a lot buffer than he was. Izuku was still pretty scrawny, as his penchant for getting bullied and isolating himself to avoid said bullying didn’t get him a lot of exercise.
He made some minor changes from there, selecting haircuts and the like, before eventually getting to the class selection screen. There were 12 choices for Izuku to pick from.
There was the ‘Warrior’ section, which consisted of the ‘Guardian’, the ‘Samurai’, and the ‘Monk’. He definitely wasn’t going to choose Monk again, but the other also didn’t fit his Support Caster idea.
There was the ‘Weapon Attack’ section, consisting of the ‘Swashbuckler, the ‘Bard’, and the ‘Assassin’ classes. And while they did interest Izuku, they weren’t what he was going for with this character.
Maybe his next character could be an assassin.
Underneath them was the ‘Recovery’ section. This had your healers and magic protectors. ‘Cleric’ and ‘Druid’ for different types of healing, and ‘Kannagi’ for shields and other protection spells.
Kannagi intrigued him, but even if it wasn’t healing focused, it was still too involved in the process for Izuku to pick it. That left him with one section of classes to choose from left, the ‘Magic Attack’ classes.
The name turned out to be a little misleading. While the ‘Sorcerer’ class was all about using magical attacks to kill enemies, the other two used it in different ways. The ‘Summoner’ used their magic to summon various creatures that had various jobs and effects.
Then there was the last class on the list. The ‘Enchanter’. It had the highest MP capability of all the classes, and specialized in non-healing support magics, giving buffs to allies and debuffs to enemies.
It was perfect.
Selecting the class, he cracked his knuckles, ready to get started playing. Then the game asked him to choose a subclass. With a groan, Izuku prepared himself to participate in the tradition for any new character in an MMORPG.
The 5-hour long character creation process.
5 hours was a bit of an exaggeration.
It only really took 30 minutes for Izuku to skim the list of subclasses. There had been a lot to go through, but Izuku eventually settled on one called the ‘scribe’. It was actually really similar to his own hobbies of note-taking, just with the added possibility of magical contracts to give cool effects.
And thus, after he had fully created his character, Akatani the Half-Alv, he was able to finally, after creating his character for so long, he clicked the ‘create character’ button and waited through the loading screen, finally able to enter the game worl-
“Izuku, honey! I’m back! Can you come help me make dinner?”
The game had only just finished loading up when Izuku had to turn it off.
The world loaded in and his character appeared in the middle of a church-like building called the ‘Cathedral’ which Izuku had read were the main respawn points, outside of raids and things.
Akatani the LVL 1 Half-Alv Enchanter had been created… and Izuku was now part of a very special group of people. A group of people whose lives would change forever the following morning…
When the new expansion pack, NovaSphere Pioneers, was released.
Izuku felt weird.
He had gone to sleep after dinner, as he only really had ~10 minutes until he needed to go to bed, which wasn’t enough time to do anything substantial in any MMORPG, so he didn’t play Elder Tales that night.
He woke up slowly, feeling the wind caressing his face. Huh. He must have left his window open or something. Wait a second. Why did his mattress feel so weird? It felt sort of like… concrete?
“Here you go, I never used my transfiguration potion, you can use it.”
He had just opened his eyes when he saw someone standing in front of him. Dressed in a red and purple ninja outfit, they drank from a vial, before starting to glow.
Izuku, understandably, screamed out in surprise at this.
Izuku then heard two other people yelp in surprise, before he heard someone call out. “Akatsuki! Are you alright?!”
Izuku had backed away from the home invader, or at least who he thought was a home invader, his back hitting the closest wall as the light faded from the ninja. In the ninja’s place stood a girl with purple hair, which she was tied up into a ponytail.
She apparently hadn’t heard his scream. Maybe she was in a lot of pain when she changed forms? Was that her Quirk? Could she shapeshift after drinking things?
Izuku didn’t have any more time to think about that as he took notice of the room around him. Mainly, the fact that it wasn’t his. Ruined concrete walls and floors were all around him. But before he could fall into a mumbling fit, the wall in front of him was busted down.
“Yo Shrimp! What happened? We heard you scre- Wait, who is this?”
Izuku had covered his face to stop the concrete dust from getting into his eyes, so he lowered his arms slowly. Standing in front of him was an honest to goodness knight in shining armor. But who was he?
As he had that thought, a green box appeared in front of him. Izuku yelled again, swatting at the box, flailing around in his panic. He was stopped when the knight grabbed his arms.
“Yo, chill down little dude! We’re not going to hurt you!” The man gave Izuku a smile, but he was still in panic mode. He thrashed about a bit more, trying to get out of the knight’s grip, but he was just way too strong for Izuku.
“Naotsugu! Let him go. I think he only just woke up. And check his stat screen. You can understand why he’s frightened.” Izuku couldn’t see past the wall of metal that was the knight, Naotsugu, apparently, but that voice sounded way to calm for all of this.
Naotsugu eventually let go of him, and Izuku dropped back to the floor, scurrying away from the man. “Who are you people?! Why are you in my house?! Also, what did you do to my house?! You better not have hurt my mum!”
There was a small ‘woosh’ noise to his right, and when Izuku looked over, he found that the ninja girl, Akatsuki, had appeared next to him, and placed her hand on his head, looking a little uncomfortable. “Calm yourself. My lord and his companion are not here to hurt you. Are you familiar with the game ‘Elder Tales’?”
Ignoring the confused shout of ‘my lord?!’ from the third voice, Izuku nodded slowly, trying very hard not to cry. “I- I was going to start playing it today. I went to bed after creating my character… but why is that important?”
A man in a white cloak with yellow lines came up and put his hand on Izuku’s shoulder. He guessed that this guy was the calm sounding one from before. “Well, uh... Akatani, you’re inside the world of Elder Tales now. We all are. I don’t think it's someone’s Quirk though, we seem to just be stuck here.”
The man turned Izuku around and he gasped. Where the back wall of his bedroom would have been was open air. The man tapped his staff on the ground as he stepped away from Izuku, letting him process what was happening.
After a while, Izuku seemed to come out of his shocked state, looking over at the trio, who had sat down near the door. Naotsugu waved the boy over with a smile, while the ninja girl, Akatsuki, kept her eyes on the doorway.
Izuku moved over the group and sat down shakily, keeping his back to the wall. Naotsugu handed him half a sandwich, something that Izuku took graciously, finding that it had a surprising lack of flavor. It was kind of like eating cardboard.
He didn’t complain though, used to getting the worst from people. Honestly, was the nicest anyone had treated him in a long time. Now he felt bad about accusing them of breaking and entering.
He looked back out of the open wall again, taking in the absolutely breathtaking view. He could spot people milling about in the streets below, all in different gear sets, and with different weaponry.
He was tapped on the shoulder, and he turned around to see the man in the white cloak holding his hand out to the boy. “I have to apologize for us not properly introducing ourselves. This is Naotsugu, a Guardian, and Akatsuki, an Assassin.”
“And I’m Shiroe. An Enchanter. It’s very nice to meet you.”