BNHA: Accelerator The Strongest Hero

Just as Accelerator was about to take his next step, the creature known as the Imaginary Beast emitted a strange, eerie sound. 

Though it sounded human at first, it seemed like a man's voice mixed with subtle elements of a woman's. A closer listen revealed it to be a blend of countless voice tones—like "noise." 

One clear trait of this bizarre sound stood out: 

[They] were all undeniably "human" voices. 

At this moment, the Imaginary Beast's senseless growls evolved into something that seemed capable of communication. 

"Obviously there is no fault... yet disaster clings like a shadow." 

It was the cry of a young girl in tears. 

"It feels like... Quirkless people are defective." 

The young girl's voice faded, replaced by the disheartened sigh of a teenage girl. 

"I can never be forgiven..." 

Finally, it turned into the sorrowful lament of an old woman. 

"No one will ever understand me." 

After a brief pause, the Imaginary Beast's "voice" changed again: 

"No one will ever choose me." 

First came the disheartened voice of a young boy. 

"I can't be understood... even hope becomes a burden." 

Just like the earlier female voice, the young boy's voice morphed into the confused questioning of an uncertain youth. 

"It's like no matter how hard you try, everything is destined for nothing... so I want revenge." 

"It's not fair! Why am I the only one with nothing?" 

The uncertain voice finally ended, replaced by the terrifying declaration of a furious middle-aged man. 

"With no choice left, there's nothing but helplessness." 

As the Imaginary Beast's words echoed, its previously transparent, membrane-like surface rapidly transformed into something resembling exposed, muscle-like flesh. 

Countless red "threads," appearing as though blood flowed through them, swiftly condensed outward from its body. These threads twisted and intertwined, forming massive "arms." 

Though the Imaginary Beast's arms were only a few meters in size, any ordinary person who gazed upon them would experience a chilling illusion, as if their soul were being sucked in—proof of the saying "concentration creates power." 

Naturally, Accelerator wasn't swayed by the creature's confusing words. He continued analyzing the situation and gathering information. 

Time had passed, and he had roughly deciphered the Imaginary Beast's true nature and the source of its "language" phenomenon. 

The Imaginary Beast was formed by the AIM diffusion fields of hundreds of thousands, possibly millions, of Quirkless or weak-Quirk individuals from the distant world. Its power came from their minds. 

It was the result of smashing through the walls between [self] and [identity] in the objective world, fueled by a massive population base. 

For example, consider this question: between someone born with a powerful Quirk who lives a happy life and someone with a weak or nonexistent Quirk who suffers—whose emotions are more intense? 

The correct answer is always the latter. 

Of course, emotions aren't power itself. 

But they form the basis or serve as a trigger for power. Humans can sometimes display incredible strength, like lifting a car several times their weight in extreme situations. 

However, emotions don't grant literal omnipotence. There are absolute limits. 

It's like a difficult math problem you can't solve without the right logic and knowledge. Even if you somehow get the correct answer, you can't explain the process. 

The Imaginary Beast was like a problem-solver—but it lacked the critical logic of the [Hierarchy]. 

Still, the massive accumulation of negative emotions caused a transformation from quantity to quality. 

It skipped the process using sheer information volume and arrived at the "answer." 

Its power reached an unknown realm even Accelerator couldn't ignore. 

But that didn't mean he thought he would lose to such a soulless being. 

Thus, Accelerator sneered and let out a mocking laugh.

"People who choose to give up have no right to negotiate!" 

"All unfavorable situations result from the involved person's lack of ability!" 

"Do those lowlifes think the side with more people always wins?!" 

"Are you kidding me?! Save that nonsense for when you're crying in hell!" 

Due to the presence of the fantasy beast and the earlier probing attacks, the air around the area had thinned noticeably. 

With limited wind power, Accelerator touched the ground with his one remaining functional hand. 

Even without wind, he could still control the Earth's rotational force beneath him, calculate orbital dynamics, and fully manage the balance of various vectors—redirecting them all in the direction he desired! 

Dozens of spiraling air vortexes coiled around his arm, then exploded outward from him as the center, spreading furiously across the ground. A deafening Todoroki-like roar echoed as if the spirit of the earth itself had unleashed a wild symphony. 

The target: the fantasy beast! 

The correct answer was always the latter option. 

The massive Todoroki-like roar shook the skies. In that instant, his arm harnessed the immense energy of the planet's rotation while sealing the exhaust point, concentrating the missile-like force at a single point beneath the fantasy beast. 

His attack wasted no excess power; instead, he utilized the overflow between the two forces, further intensifying the move's destructive and cohesive power. 

Such a feat would have been unimaginable for the past version of himself who had yet to experience Academy City. But with who he was now, success was well within reach. 

The power extracted from the AIM diffusion field by espers was limitless, though limited by human and machine calculation capabilities, creating differences in strength. 

The fantasy beast's visualized golden polygonal matrix clashed fiercely with this demonic force. That fearsome [unknown power] was in fact an absolute domain powered by spiritual matter. 

The instant the absolute domain was deployed, a phenomenon of relative displacement naturally occurred. When the matrix encountered an attack matching its mass or quantity, the spiritual matter forming the domain would stop moving, freeze its phase, and stabilize. 

A second strike would deplete Kiyama Harumi's spiritual matter, transforming the "shield" into a "spear." 

However, both Kiyama Harumi and the fantasy beast still had incomplete "answers." 

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