Izuku sat on the desk with in impassive poise which signified his total disinterest about the incoming Q&A, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t answer to the best of his efforts though.

“Midoriya!” yelled Iida, who was in the process of doing the robot arms in front of Izuku. “I must ask, how long were you trapped in that… horrifying place?”

“Hmm… I don’t know,” Izuku said with a sigh, recalling the sun that never fell from the sky. The others who remained and listened in were curious about the length of the time Izuku spent in Lordran. “You see, in that place, Lordran, time is… convoluted…”

“Convoluted? How so?” the edgy teen Fumikage, who had a raven’s head instead of a human’s asked with his signature emo pose.

“Well, it’s just that… convoluted… You can’t make sense of the time, the sun never sets, there wasn’t even a night time in Lordran,” Izuku said with a frown. He wanted to learn about how time worked there in the beginning since he wanted to know how long he was away from Earth, but gave up after dying a few more times. “I gave up trying to understand the time there, but I counted to a few years before I did so.”

“Wait, few years?” Momo asked with wide eyes. “You look the same age as us, didn’t your body grow?”

“Apparently, I never grew up physically,” Izuku said while stripping his clothes, leaving him in only shorts, causing some girls to blush at his muscular structure, but then blanched upon seeing the dozens of scars, big and small, that littered the entirety of his body. “And also, I came back here and learned that only a week had passed here instead of the years I spent in Lordran.”

“So, how did you return, ribbit?” asked a curious Tsuyu with her finger on her chin, as usual.

“… Do you really want to know?” asked Izuku with a stare that reached deep into the depths of her soul. Frankly, this terrified Tsuyu, but her curiosity won in the end which prompted her to nod agreeingly. “Hah, alright. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Everybody held their breaths at the approaching words of Izuku. Izuku looked around and saw that all of them had resolute expressions. ‘… I wonder how they’re going to react?’

“Okay, first, I’ll explain the Chosen Undead’s – which is me by the way – quest in Lordran. The Chosen Undead is the Undead that is supposed to link the fire to prolong the Age of Fire, or the Age of the Gods, and to do so, the Chosen Undead would have to succeed Lord Gwyn’s place, the Lord of Sunlight and Cinder by fighting him to the death,” Izuku paused for a moment to let the words sink in the minds of the young students, who were paling considerably. “May I also inform you that Gwyn was a deity, or more specifically, the God of Sunlight and Cinder. FYI, I won.”

A few seconds of silence, and then outburst.

“Wait, what!? You fought a GOD and beat it!?” screamed Mineta who was now rescinding his thoughts about revenge against the God-slayer Izuku who looked like he was a bit amused at their reactions.

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It amused him just a bit.

“Dude, if it wasn’t for the terrible memories I saw, I would call you the manliest man on the planet!” yells Kirishima whose thoughts split between worshipping the land Izuku steps on or being afraid of said person who was stronger than All Might.

“A truly magnificent tale, Midoriya. Your darkness knows no bounds,” stated Fumikage with his edgy pose. Izuku may or may not have cringed at the display. Not because of the actions, but because of the words that Izuku may have related because of his experiences.

“Tokoyami, please don’t underestimate the darkness,” Izuku said with a slightly manic tone.

“… Why? What’s wrong, Deku?” Ochako asked with a slightly worried tone, while Fumikage looked at Izuku with visible confusion.

“It’s about something that lurks deep within the lands of Lordran. We call it ‘The Abyss.’ It swallows everything in its path and continues to grow without pause,” Izuku said with unhidden terror. Call him what you will, The Abyss was still frightening, and Izuku still has terrible memories about that fight with the Four Kings and Manus.

It wasn’t fair, like at all…

“O-oh, forgive me then, Midoriya,” Fumikage bowed his head towards Izuku, who responded with a nod.

“Anyway,” Kaminari, who was observing the whole thing while not hiding his awe towards Izuku for beating a GOD piped up. “After beating the Gwyn, what did you do next?”

“I linked the fire,” this got the students curious. “Then burned alive for who knows how long.”

Everybody paled Izuku mentioned the burning alive part.

“D-did you feel pain…?” Ochako just had to ask about that, which Izuku smiled bitterly.

“Yes, every second of it...”

You could feel the atmosphere getting heavy by the time Izuku finishes his sentence. The students all gaped at him in horror.

“Well, I guess that’s enough for today,” Izuku cut them off before they could continue with the questions. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, have a safe trip home.”

Izuku got up from his seat and left his stunned classmates back in the room. It wasn’t until Izuku’s figure vanished from their visions did they finally move.

“… We need to get him some help…”

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The hustle and bustle of the city was deafening to the figure who was moving and ducking within the alleyways. Looking around, the figure who had a very eye-catching bald head, scratched his chin with an irritated groan.

“Ugh, what the hell is this place? This isn’t Lothric…” the bald man dressed in what seemed to be clothes that favored agility and dexterity above armor looked at the dumpster he woke up in. He saw a ladder going up into the roof of a building beside said dumpster and approached it.

“Whatever the hell this place is, it’s teeming with greed. I can feel it,” he said as he traversed the semi-rusty ladder that goes upward.

While the bald man was ascending the ladder, another figure, a long distance from the bald man, leaps from roof to roof, a peculiar hat that covers his entire face adorning his head. He wore ragged clothing with many holes in it and wielded a sharp dagger in his right hand.

“Many riches, and many poor…” the hooded man said while hefting a large bag filled with knick-knacks, money, food, or whatever daily necessities humans needed to survive. “Even if this isn’t Lothric, the least I could do for the needy is sell them some cheap wares…”

Another figure was also on the move during the other two as well, only this time, luck was not on his side.

“Freeze!” an unknown hero yelled at the figure armored with what looks like an onion and held an incredibly long sword.

“Now, now, I mean you no harm! As a Knight of Catarina, you have my word that I won’t harm any denizen of your country!” the armored onion man yelled while lowering his Zweihander to the ground.

‘Don’t worry Yhorm, old friend, I will fulfill my promise,’ the onion man thought as the unknown hero brought him into custody while a gathering of curious onlookers surrounded the duo.

Back in Izuku’s apartment, Izuku felt that something huge was about to happen.