MTLNOVEL Chapter 149: MAX
Daily Meme
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I tilted the potion toward her lips. "Drink."
She swallowed, slow at first, then more desperate like she just realized how close she was to slipping away. The color in her face darkened, the worst of the wounds starting to close.
"Wait. I will warm you by burning this city."
Toga coughed, maybe a laugh, maybe something else. "You say the sweetest things."
I pulled the electric baton from my inventory and stood up. The weight in my hand felt right. I spun it a few times, testing the charge, the low hum of electricity buzzing through the metal.
"Bastard Hero back in business."
Toga exhaled, something between a laugh and a cough. "Oh, I missed this."
I didn't respond. She was stable, but not by much. The potion was doing its job, but she wouldn't be sprinting anytime soon. That meant I had to clear the path.
The streets outside were still a warzone. The Meta Liberation Army wasn't just fighting the League… they were tearing through the city like it was a prop. I slipped out of the building, baton crackling in my grip.
The first guy I saw was running past, a weird energy crackling on his back, too distracted by the chaos to notice me. I cracked the baton against his ribs. He dropped like a sack of shit, spasming on the pavement.
The scent of burning ozone blending with the smoke choking the street. One down. The bastard twitched on the pavement, limbs locking from the shock. I barely looked at him before moving again.
[SPITEFUL RESILIENCE MAX!]
[ENDLESS MOMENTUM ACTIVATED.]
[WARPATH MOMENTUM STACKED.]
The next asshole barely had time to react before I slammed the baton across his jaw. A quick press on the button, and another jolt sent him convulsing. He hit the ground like a number two after a heavy meal.
Number Two down.
Voices of myriad of Quirks in the distance, barely cutting through the chaos. I slipped through the wreckage, feet barely touching the ground.
A group of them were up ahead, clustered around an overturned car. A few looked like they were setting up some kind of perimeter, Quirks at the ready. Others just looted whatever was left.
Sloppy.
I reached into my inventory, pulling a loose piece of rebar from my stash. It wasn't much, but it would do.
[IMPROVISED WEAPON COMBAT: ACTIVE.]
[WEAPON PROFICIENCY: BLUNT WEAPONS - BONUS DAMAGE.]
I hurled it. The metal bar whistled through the air before slamming into the nearest guy's knee. He went down screaming. The rest of them turned, confusion flashing across their faces for half a second too long.
The moment the rebar cracked into the guy's knee, he hit the ground screaming, I was on them, his friends spun toward me, eyes widening just before I closed the distance. One reached for something at his waist… bad idea. I grabbed his wrist, twisted, and drove my knee into his ribs. Something cracked. He gasped, the air knocked from his lungs, and I let him drop.
Another rushed me, arm raised, his skin shifting like it was hardening… Quirk user. I ducked under his swing, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed him face-first into the overturned car. Blood smeared against the metal as he slid down, groaning.
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
"Hey, asshole," one of them called.
I turned just as the last guy raised his hand, fingers splayed. Energy crackled at his palm… some kind of ranged Quirk. Before he could fire, I flicked the baton into my left hand and launched another rebar straight at his face. He flinched, the energy dispersing as he stumbled back.
I was on him before he recovered. The baton snapped against his wrist. He yelped, clutching his arm, and I kicked his legs out from under him. His head hit the pavement hard.
Four down.
[UNRIVALEDX2 ACTIVATED.]
[TACTICAL AWARENESS ACTIVATED.]
I scanned the area. No reinforcements yet. Either they weren't organized, or they had bigger shit to deal with. Good.
I crouched, grabbing the last conscious guy by the collar. His nose was bleeding, one eye already swelling shut. He gritted his teeth. "You are…"
I smacked him across the face with the baton. "Wrong answer. Try again."
He groaned, blinking rapidly. "What… what do you want?"
"Meta Liberation Army," I said. "Where is their main force?"
He swallowed. "I-I don't…"
The baton crackled against his ribs. He let out a sharp breath, his body jerking.
"Think harder."
His head lolled for a second before he choked out, "T-toward the plaza… north side. Big push happening there."
The Bullshit Detector didn't activate, so no lies.
[FEARMONGER ACTIVATED.]
The way he looked at me changed. His breath quickened, sweat forming on his forehead. I could see it clicking in his head… I wasn't some random civilian playing hero. I wasn't U.A. either.
He knew I was something worse.
I shoved him back down. "Stay put."
His nod was frantic. A fist into his jaw, and he was down. Bastard.
I stepped over the bodies and started moving again. If the plaza was where they were pushing, then the League was probably holding them off. Which meant Shigaraki's people were nearby.
Which meant Toga wasn't just caught in the crossfire… she was part of it.
[ENDLESS MOMENTUM STACKED.]
I vaulted over a wrecked car, cutting through an alley to get a better angle on the plaza. Gunfire cracked through the air, blending with the occasional explosion. The closer I got, the more chaotic it became… villains and Liberation Army assholes tearing through the streets, buildings caving under the pressure.
[SHATTERPOINT ACTIVATED.]
I spotted it instantly. The weak link in their line. A gap where their forces were stretched thin. If I hit them there, I would cut straight through to the main battlefield.
I moved.
The first guy barely had time to turn before I drove my fist into his jaw. He hit the pavement, out cold. The second raised his weapon… some kind of energy launcher. I grabbed his wrist, twisted hard, and redirected the shot into the nearest wall. The explosion rocked the alleyway, dust and debris filling the air. Before he could recover, I slammed my knee into his stomach and tossed him aside.
The path was open.
I ran straight through, emerging into the plaza. The scene was a mess… dozens of fighters, some masked, some in makeshift uniforms, all clashing in a storm of Quirks and weapons.
I scanned for familiar faces.
Dabi was near the center, blue flames ripping through a group of opponents. Twice was a blur, his clones swarming the battlefield. Mr. Compress was on the rooftops, flicking marbles at unsuspecting enemies.
Shigaraki wasn't here.
I locked onto her immediately.
Long, lilac hair, parted to one side. Pale blue skin. Smiling like she had not just left Toga half-dead in a rotting house.
Target: Chitose Kizuki (Curious)
Quirk: Landmine - Can turn anything she touches into an explosive, including living beings. Individually weak, but overwhelming in numbers.
Stats:
Strength: 72
Agility: 94
Intelligence: 140
Charisma: 175
Luck: 40 → 0
Traits:
Master Manipulator - Prefers controlling the battlefield with traps, psychological warfare, and baiting opponents into making mistakes.
Boom or Bust - Relies heavily on pre-set explosives. Caught off-guard, her combat ability drops significantly.
Reporter's Instinct - Always searching for weaknesses, both physical and mental. Can provoke enemies into reckless actions.
High Risk, High Reward - Her Quirk is dangerous but requires close contact. If she can't tag her opponent, she is at a major disadvantage.
Chitose Kizuki.
She was standing at the back of a cluster of Liberation Army fighters, a few of them throwing out Quirks like they were playing a fucking game. She wasn't fighting… she was directing, pulling strings, nudging pieces into place.
I had seen her face when I was linked to Toga. She had been laughing.
I saw blood on her hands, Toga's or not, it did not matter. She laughed while Toga bled. She smiled while Toga whispered my name like a prayer.
That smile? I was going to break it.
It was time to hurt.
I moved.
[SITUATIONAL AWARENESS SHARPENED.]
[TACTICAL AWARENESS ENGAGED.]
The nearest guy barely had time to register me before my baton smashed into his temple. He dropped, body twitching from the electric shock. The others reacted fast… one of them swinging a chain, another sending a gust of compressed air straight at me.
I rolled under the chain, kicked off the pavement, and twisted mid-air. [ACROBATICS & EVASION.] The wind blast skimmed past, barely missing me. I landed on the chain guy, elbow cracking into his collarbone. His scream barely started before my boot slammed into his stomach, launching him back.
Three more rushed me. One had reinforced arms, the other a blade, and the third with some kind of energy coating flickering around his fists.
[SHATTERPOINT ACTIVATED.]
The first guy's quirk made his arms tough, but not his ribs. The second had good footwork, but his left knee was weak. The third's energy flickered every few seconds… bad control.
I closed the distance before they could process that I was already in their faces.
A fist to rib number seven. The armored guy gasped, doubling over. My foot hooked behind the second guy's weak knee. He stumbled, and I drove the baton into his gut. The third managed to throw a punch… too bad his timing was shit. I stepped inside his guard, caught his wrist, and yanked it straight into his friend's knee. A burst of his own energy crackled, sending the other guy sprawling.
[WARPATH MOMENTUM STACKING.]
The ones still standing hesitated now. I saw it in the way they shifted, the way their fingers twitched like they were debating whether to keep going.
I scoffed, cracking my neck. "Really? This is your squad? Bitch, I've seen tougher nuts in a cum sock." I pointed at the nearest goon with my baton. "Did you pick these dumbasses off a therapy waiting list? Or do you just have a fetish for recruiting the most inbred-looking motherfuckers you can find?"
[ENDLESS BANTER ACTIVATED.]
One of them snarled. "You-"
The baton cracked into his knee. He crumpled.
Chitose chuckled, finally speaking. "Oh, now this is interesting." She tilted her head, tapping her chin. "You don't look like one of ours. Not one of Shigaraki's either. A rogue? Hero? Vigilante?"
"Something like that," I said, already closing the distance.
Two more fighters moved to block me. One had claws, the other was building up some kind of charge in his palms.
[SHATTERPOINT ACTIVE.]
Claw guy had good reach. His quirk was built for slashing, but he left himself open between swings. The charge guy needed at least another five seconds.
I didn't give him that time.
I closed the gap, sidestepped a wild slash, and slammed my baton into his ribs… so hard, it cracked something. He wheezed, his swipe going wild. I caught his wrist, twisted it back, and forced his claws into charge guy's arm.
The explosion went off immediately.
The two of them hit the ground, twitching.
[ENDLESS MOMENTUM STACKING.]
[WARPATH MOMENTUM STACKING.]
Chitose finally moved. She sighed, shaking her head. "You are more of a problem than I thought." She reached into her coat, pulling out a sleek, reinforced baton of her own. "Alright. Let's see what you've got."
I grinned, eyes locked on Chitose and the scum around her who put their hands on Toga. "By the time I am done with you, you will think your fathers that r*ped you every night were merciful."
Her lips curled in amusement. "Oh, how dramatic," she mused, adjusting the gauntlet on her wrist. "You have a way with words. But words won't save you."
I cracked my neck. "Neither will yours."
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