Chapter 17: TO BE A GOD
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**AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!**
The screaming was so loud, one would think it moved the very walls themselves.
Standing there, Ken didn't move his sight from the man in front of him.
The man also looked at Ken, but his facial expression was different; it was smiling, as if looking at Ken with some type of pride.
As the man walked closer, he took out some large keys from his pocket and opened the entrance of the steel walls.
As he opened it, Ken made no sudden movements; he just kept his body still, leaning by the wall behind him.
As the man entered, Ken's mind immediately protested escape, but he didn't move.
For he wasn't a fool, who in the history of the story has ever escaped Tartarus? Even One for All was trapped here until outside help came for his escape.
Who was he to think he could run from the system?
Who was he, the person who almost lost to a 16-year-old Shigaraki?
How could he win when real monsters fail?
"You amuse me, child," the man said as he entered.
He then moved his body and took a small, round chair from behind the white sheets, moving it and sitting on top, looking into Ken's eyes with the same expression he once showed.
Ken moved his body, yet the man remained still, as if unmoved, sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs like a monk.
Ken focused his attention on him, as if waiting to listen to what he had to speak.
"I usually don't do this to children," the man spoke as his smile faintly faded, showing a hint of regret.
"Then why me? Am I supposed to be special?" Ken asked with an expressionless face.
"Well, judging by the uproar in the underworld due to the disappearance of their best fighter, I would say yes."
"Then why did you take me?
Was it to heal my wounds?
Then why do you hold me captive? Do you consider me a criminal?" Ken asked, his face still unchanged and unmoved, gaze still fixed on the towering man that sat before him.
"Well, if you were just a child, I would have put you in a hospital," the man answered, as if ignoring Ken's previous questions,
"but we both know that can't happen, Mr. Odin; you are just too much of a danger," he spoke,
"and as for the underworld, All Might has returned from his vacation, and he will be more than happy to deal with them in due time," the man continued,
causing Ken to react slightly, but it was a very quick reaction,
something the man made sure not to miss.
"Then what do you want from me?" Ken asked, as if sensing danger.
Because at first, Ken had thought they needed something from him like information and valuable underworld intel, which he didn't know.
Although Ken was considered an asset in the underworld's workings,
the underworld had never done anything for him other than give him daily food and fights to increase the percentage of his templates.
So he honestly didn't know anything.
But after finding out about the return of All Might, his thoughts changed drastically; why would they need information if they had All Might,
a person who can just blast into a building and get the information he needs? It didn't make sense.
"Mr. Odin," the man spoke,
"Do you know my quirk?" The man asked, causing Ken to shake his head in response.
This reaction made the man slightly loosen his smile, as if disappointed; for some reason, it seemed he had expected Ken to know the application of his abilities.
"My ability is called Vision," the man continued, "it lets me see the future, or in your case, the possible future," he spoke, as Ken widened his eyes in shock,
wide enough to cause the man in front of him to laugh in response,
"I know, I know," he spoke, "although as intriguing as it might sound, it has a major disadvantage;
first, I can only see the future of someone else, and second, the further I look into the future, results in me using my lifespan.
For instance, if I look 10 minutes into your future, 10 minutes is taken away from my life, 10 minutes which cannot be taken back or returned by means of healing or any type of regeneration," he added.
"That still doesn't explain why…"
"tsk tsk tsk, not as smart as I thought, Odin, not as smart as I thought."
Ken was confused for a second, but something clicked; how could he be so oblivious?
Why would the president of the Hero Public Safety Commission come personally to visit him?
Why would that same president share the applications of his quirk?
Why would he go to such lengths?
It was too obvious, something that made Ken seem too stupid.
"Your future," "my future,"
Ken and the man sitting in front of him said simultaneously.
"There you are, Odin," the man said as his smile brightened,
"how far did you see?" Ken asked, fear slightly evident in his expression.
"Not far enough, sadly, but enough to know that I need you,
enough to know that sending Lady Nagant first would soften your mind,
enough to know you wouldn't kill me when I entered this cell, and finally,
enough to know you would be interested in my proposal," he said, unbuckling the front buttons of his suit.
"In this current state of Japan, 9 percent of civilians are villains, 6 percent are criminals, and 4 percent are thieves or small-time crooks.
This percentage is estimated to increase over time.
Since you were part of the underworld population, what do you think is the cause?" the man asked, still retaining his smile.
"Hero politics," Ken answered.
"Correct!. Although the hero laws help heroes restrain from breaking boundaries, they hinder progress and soften the social views of course and effect;
they hinder the effectiveness of consequences," the man said as he fixed his body and crossed his legs so that he could sit comfortably,
"the poor, those who truly have nothing to lose, don't fear heroes and the consequences of bad actions because they believe the heroes won't kill them due to hero rules and laws," he said,
"so you are saying the laws set on heroes to not kill cause the crime rate to increase, therefore creating more criminals?" Ken asked in realization.
"No," the man replied, confusing Ken for a moment,
"I am saying hero politics and laws create villains," he continued,
"as you have experienced, the best Tartarus can do is give a powerful villain an isolated environment and restriction to human supply, but villains don't fear that;
if they did, then their percentage wouldn't be at a striking 9 percent.
Villains don't fear hunger; they don't fear restriction. What villains fear most is…"
"Death," Ken answered, realizing what the man meant.
"Yes, Odin, Death!, the ultimate sacrifice, the ultimate punishment, instant death!," he spoke loudly ,
"and that's why I need you, Odin, a man who is already feared by the underworld, a man born in it, a man thrown in its bins, and a man raised by its rules of strength makes everything,
the rules that state that strength makes GOD."
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