Chapter 146 - 146 MESSAGE

AM N. NOT.🖕🏻

Maki was completely entranced by the system's new theme.

He could feel it.

It wasn't just an interface anymore. It felt alive.

The dragons embedded within the design seemed aware of him, as if their existence pulsed beyond mere decoration. Even the massive eye set into the chest of the serpent dragon appeared to stare directly at him—watching, evaluating.

His gaze moved slowly across every inch of the new interface. The dark golden scales of the coiling dragon shimmered with intricate detail. Each scale looked individually crafted, layered with meticulous precision. The workmanship was breathtaking—sophisticated, deliberate, almost reverent.

It didn't look like something built.

It looked like something awakened.

♤

U.A. Academy – Principal's Office

Principal Nezu had just finished finalizing the class placements and academic preparations for the upcoming first years. His paws moved swiftly across the keyboard—until they suddenly stopped.

At the very end of the file was a class labeled:

Desiderium.

Only one name sat beneath it.

Maki.

And the rest of the file was empty.

Nezu leaned back slightly.

He had no intention of mixing Maki directly into Class S. The boy required full attention—focused, individualized guidance. Even the more eccentric students of Class S were not as academically unaware as Maki. They had foundations. Maki did not.

He needed someone patient.

Someone who could teach even the basics.

Nezu's sharp eyes drifted toward a separate document—a list of teachers who had volunteered to mentor Maki.

He picked it up and examined the names carefully.

Combat instructors.

Practical training specialists.

Second-year supervisors with packed schedules.

Not suitable.

During physical exercises, perhaps Maki could temporarily roll with Class S.

But knowledge? Theory? Foundational academics?

That required someone who could simplify complexity.

Nezu tapped a claw thoughtfully against his desk.

Or…

Could someone else assist?

His eyes widened slightly as a calculated possibility formed in his mind. A small, knowing smile spread across his face.

"Well," he murmured, "that's actually a good idea."

So in the end, it still falls toward Class S… no matter what I do.

Coincidences truly seem to follow that boy.

Let's test it first.

If it works, it works.

His paws returned to the keyboard. Final confirmations were sent. Administrative tasks locked into place.

Everything was set.

Now only the official announcement remained.

Nezu accessed the student database and selected every admitted student—from Classes C, B, A, and S. One by one, he confirmed their contact numbers.

There was no need for grand holographic congratulations or flashy videos.

Those could wait.

Better to congratulate them personally when they arrived and discuss dormitory rules face-to-face.

If they were prepared, a message would suffice.

He pasted the finalized admission text and sent it simultaneously.

Then he navigated to the U.A. Academy Hero-Net page and uploaded a photo of the campus—the towering skyscraper structure shaped around the massive letter H, rising proudly at its center.

Across the image, bold text read:

> Enrollment Complete.

The selection process is over. Thousands applied, but only the elite remain. Admissions are now strictly closed… and you are part of the new era.

With that post, the world would know.

And those who received a message would understand one simple truth—

They had passed.

Their journey officially begins.

✌🏻(゜ロ゜)

Midoriya Household

Izuku Midoriya lay sprawled across his bed, muscles aching from pushing himself through another intense round of meat beating.

Fifty-four seconds.

Again.

A personal record.

His entire body throbbed.

Then—

Buzz.

A notification lit up his phone screen.

He frowned slightly, then reached for it.

When he saw the sender, his eyes widened instantly.

U.A. Academy.

He sat up abruptly and reread the message.

> The selection process is over. Thousands applied, but only the elite remain. Admissions are now strictly closed… and you, Izuku Midoriya, are part of the new era.

He didn't even finish reading it.

He leapt to his feet.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Finally! It's here! Fuck yes!"

Downstairs, Inko Midoriya froze.

She heard the shout echo from the second floor. Izuku's voice was unmistakably excited.

She smiled softly.

He must have received good news.

Though…

She blinked.

Had he just sworn?

That was a first.

She shook her head gently.

He was just overwhelmed.

Back in his room, Izuku's grin stretched wildly across his face. His mind was racing—visions of glory, admiration, crowds cheering, girls at his side.

"Wait for me, U.A.," he muttered, chuckling.

"The next Symbol of Peace… the one and only son of destiny… is finally making his entrance."

( *´・ω)/(;д; )

Not just that delusional dreamer.

✌🏻(゜ロ゜)

Kaminari Household

Denki Kaminari sat at the dining table, casually eating when his phone suddenly rang—blasting one of Uta's rock songs at full volume.

He grabbed it lazily—

Then froze.

His eyes widened as he read the message.

> The selection process is over… and you, Denki Kaminari, are part of the new era.

He shot to his feet, hands raised high.

"YEEEEEEEEES! YAAAHOOO! I-I PASSED! HAHAHAHA!"

His mother rushed in.

"What? You passed?!"

She hugged him tightly before he could answer properly.

"Let me call your dad!"

"Mom, hurry! I wanna see his reaction!"

His laughter filled the house.

✌🏻(゜ロ゜)

ARNOLD 's Gym

Eijiro Kirishima was mid-workout, finishing a heavy chest set. Sweat dripped down his face as he removed one earbud.

A ringtone echoed faintly—

"One Day" by Maki.

(Why was that my ringtone? Because it was manly as hell.)

He checked the notification.

U.A.

He opened it.

> The selection process is over… and you, Eijiro Kirishima, are part of the new era.

Silence.

Then—

"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

His shout exploded through the gym.

Everyone turned.

His trainer, Arnold—a former bodybuilder built like a living statue—yelled from across the room,

"WHAT HAPPENED, EIJI?!"

Kirishima grinned wildly and shouted back,

"ARNOLD! I FUCKING PASSED THE U.A. EXAM!"

The gym fell silent.

For one second.

Then—

"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The entire gym erupted. Men pumped their biceps. Weights clanged. Cheers thundered.

Everyone knew Eijiro.

They had watched the once-scrawny kid grind himself into strength through relentless effort.

They had seen his growth.

Arnold clasped his hands proudly.

"Good job! Your hard work paid off!"

Then he roared,

"OKAY! FREE ENERGY DRINKS FOR ONE MONTH!"

"YEEEEEEEEAH!"

The gym practically vibrated from the celebration.

( *´・ω)/(;д; )

And across the city, phones buzzed.

Dreams ignited.

The new era had begun.

!!ヽ(ﾟдﾟヽ)(ﾉﾟдﾟ)ﾉ!!

AM N. NOT.

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Credits to Mrs?.cameraman! for teleporting in every scenes...

🖕🏻(゜ロ゜)>[FUCK U, I NEED A RAISE ]

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