Chapter Preview of the Hunter Amongst Villains

I am thinking of a One Punch Man X Highschool DxD fic of my own but... hmmmm. I am not sure if it will work. I am thinking of sending Garou as Saitama is kind of difficult. Only ONE can truly work with Saitama so naturally lol, the genius that he is. 

The premise would be either a reincarnated Garou or Garou flung into the DxD world or something, post Cosmic Fear Garou. I would like to see Garou wrecking the bullshit world with his fists at least, though the brainpower for an original plot there will be quite difficult to gather. Still, an experimental idea. 

Anyways, here is an introduction of my OC here, my own personal OC. As for the OCs of anyone else, I am still thinking of how to implement them. I will make that OC as an antagonist if the bio behind the person does not fit Garou's ideals, just so you know. 

Anyways, enjoyyyyy, you pirahnas lol.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHHHH!”

Within the underground bar in Tatooine, Shigaraki Tomura was throwing everything around. He picked up the chairs and tossed them aside, disintegrating some of the wooden stools while smashing the rest repeatedly into the floor.

Tomura Shigaraki was in a state of rage and confusion.

The first came from the fact that Garou managed to steal enough of a head start that most of the potential assets came to his side.

His middle man, Giren, even started to do business with Garou, even gleefully mentioning that the profits for the Union were soaring higher than ever before due to the number of followers at Garou’s disposal. Garou was even offering them better tools to produce equipment for his army.

HIS ARMY!

An army that he should've ruled himself.

Kurogiri watched as Tomura heaved, hyperventilating all of his bloodshot anger out.

“Shigaraki Tomura. Do you believe it is time for you to plan your course of action?”

“...Kurogiri.” Tomura called out with a sudden, eerie calm. “Do you know what I hate the most about Garou?”

Kurogiri remained silent.

“...That I cannot hate him. I have to give him points for that. He has… style. No wonder why he is way ahead of the curve. Damn it.”

Even Tomura laughed at the sight of All Might’s reaction to the critical hit. It was unoriginal, but a very fun catharsis. Tomura needed to find a way to surpass that stunt in order to surpass the ruler of Hosu.

“...I learned a good lesson today. Still pissed off seeing the difference between us.”

Kurogiri admired Tomura’s acceptance of the vast level difference between him and Garou.

The lesson here was the difference between a beast that could only wield violence and a man that knew how to make the best of everything. Murder was not the only path towards greatness.

“Shigaraki Tomura.” Kurogiri spoke.

“I need more time to find my pace. I can't have Garou continue like this while I'm this far behind. Sensei.”

Tomura turned towards the screen.

“Lend me your strength.”

All For One pondered from behind the screen.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this excited to see how the world would change with Garou’s unpredictable actions.

The rapid change from a ravenous beast that thirsts for violence, with so much power than it knew what to do with, evolved into a ruler, a lord, was something he could never predict. No one knew how Garou thought behind the scenes

[Shiguraki Tomura. I plan to make contact with this Garou myself. He is no longer someone that I can ignore. However, no matter the man, no one is perfect in their beginnings. Take it from someone with experience spreading his roots. The Hero Hunter’s ways… are unappealing to those that prefer the darkness.]

In short, there was a chance for discontented followers to look away from the Hero Hunter. There were still many that would see him fall, see him punished for his evil against them.

“Hmmm… I am working on that, Sensei. But we didn't expect him to recruit an army. And he has a base now…”

[Ahhhh, but there is an opportunity there.]

Tomura silently contemplated.

“Ah. The arena…” Tomura remembered. “Yes… I get it. The secret final boss of bosses is arrogant. Alright, I got it. But I still need your strength just in case.”

[Of course, of course. Doctor, is it ready yet?]

Tomura heard a different voice from the screen.

[I need around a month to complete this one. I will have it ready by the UA examination date.]

[I will be surprised to see if there are still students applying for it. But knowing All Might, there will at least be one. The current climate is quite rowdy.]

Tomura nodded.

“But I need more cards just in case. I need something that can convince the others to go in. They are having second thoughts since Garou has an army now.”

All For One tapped his chin in thought.

[...I think I have a good solution for that. Bring me some candidates. I might be able to give them the tools they need to even stand up to All Might himself.]

“Thank you, Sensei.”

In short, there would be villains with the potential to be raised to the point of contending with All Might as well as an apex Nomu.

Shigaraki started scratching his neck a little in thought of who might fit the requirements. He was already too behind the Demon of Hosu, he needed an edge that would propel him to his level, something to capture the evil masses.

It was just that there wasn't anything he could think of that could top Garou’s kicking All Might in the crotch on live television.

“Kurogiri. Contact Giren and see if he's still willing to do business.” Shigaraki ordered.

“At once.” Kurogiri nodded.

Maybe… Tomura scratched neck a little faster in thought.

It was a bit risky if he decide to hunt the top ten heroes. He preferred to murder them, though he wasn't sure how to handle the backlash yet.

He still needed time to build himself.

His name was Marko Levaron.

He was the weapon master amongst Garou’s Silver Fang.

He was the man in a gas mask with red lens as his visor, with guns at his side.

His Quirk was called Inventory. It was much more dangerous than it sounded.

To describe the Quirk, it was simply a Quirk that stores almost anything inside a seemingly infinite storage space that only he had access to.

The only limits were the size and that it required concentration, and the object(s) had to be in front of his gaze.

What made his Quirk so dangerous was that he could store people inside his virtual space. He could use his Quirk to store even projectiles and energy attacks as his extra ammunition, being able to fire them back at his enemies.

He was a master of tools, a master of arms. He had many talents due to this Quirk. He could equip and unequip items at the speed of thought. He could even automatically spawn the bullets into his guns without the need to reload, though like always, it requires precise mental concentration. It was not an easy Quirk to use, much training needed, but it was strong.

He could even use it to pickpocket his victims without them noticing if he got close enough and had awareness of the items in their possession.

As for his background, his history was long and arduous.

He was once a part-time courier in the poor district of Las Vegas. He was hired to deliver illegal goods to a corrupt hero, during a time where the false heroes had much more free reign than today.

He was shot in the head, a bullet digging into his skull. He survived, miraculously… but when he testified against the Hero that shot him, the Hero denied all accountability. That day, he was betrayed by the world around him. That day, he decided to take back the justice he was denied by force.

He took his due in bullets and blood. He took the blood of the ignorant as his interest.

Through a series of challenges, he became known as the Messenger of Death.

Stain was not the only one with a killcount of heroes. There were Hero Killers long before he ever arrived, and his infamy was stuck solely to one Nation.

Marko was a myth, a name that only clung to whispers.

His fame in the United States did not last long because he moved out of the US as a mercenary. He took any jobs that he could use to further his talents - assassionation, bodyguard… Smuggler.

His Quirk allowed him to smuggle anything to the right people for the right price. Human trafficking was the only line he would cross under heavy limits, those he would capture for profit like corrupt heroes and overprivileged magnates.

Once upon a time, he once worked for a dangerous myth that ruled the Underworld nine years ago… his reward at the time was power that many did not have. He eventually moved on when the dangerous myth obtained his independent supply chain in Japan.

After years of wandering across the globe, encountering all forms of heroes and villain groups, he had a recent history of disillusionment of the status quo, and venomous promises of villains no longer enticed him. He had drowned himself in blood and violence for so long that he knew better than to follow the path of villains to the end. For all the actions villains brought was hypocrisy and violence, a poisonous cycle.

His current job…

Kill the Hero Hunter - The Demon of Hosu.

It was a dangerous mission. There weren't many assassins that would take this quest. They knew better than to handle a person that could defeat many heroes and villains at once. Those that did were usually hunted down during his many hunts, all Quirks failing to subdue him.

Marko was different. He just needed to understand the target better than anyone else… and find a weakness he could exploit, an opening.

He considered planting bombs around the area, but he was wary ever since they sent Hawks back to sender, tarred and feathered. He was lucky that his entire body was always covered from head to toe or else the ant men would've sniffed him out as well.

He just needed to plant a bullet in him when the time was right…

His initial motivation to kill the Hero Hunter wasn't only because of money. He had seen enough violent organizations to know that someone with this much power and erratic violence would only cause harm to the world and bring nothing but suffering. And Marko had grown tired of the cyclical insanity.

But…

The current Garou did not fit the profile. He had the charisma of the Devil… his words resonating with his soul. The man’s eudaemonism differed compared to that of the other villain groups. There wasn't a group that showed mercy like Garou who had not taken a single life as far as he knew.

The more he learned about Garou, the more enigmatic he became, a man on the Villain side showing mercy in his crusade.

“You have a report on the state of the Hero Hunter?”

Within a sterile room painted in shadow, Marko stood before his employers.

In times of peace, corruption festers like a plague.

The people that hired him were politicians, business magnates, those that hid behind the shield called Hero Society and prospered.

Those with enough sense to realize that if Garou destroys the stability of Japan, the Villains would rampage and target them in turn. And worse, Garou’s actions might target them due to their connections with the hero society.

“Yes.” Marko was still surprised by the sheer audacity that they met him in person.

They most likely have never done something like this before, usually having to rely on professionals like the Hero Public Safety Bureau to do it for them instead.

These men had a reputation for bribery, fraud, extortion, and even tax evasion.

Four heroes… former heroes were here. They were now in suits. They support the idea that the Hero Hunter must die for the betterment of the world.

“Did you really kill the Hero Hunter?” The man in the middle, sitting behind a U-shaped conference table, literally had a dollar yen sign as his head. This man could produce as much money as he wished if he had the right materials, perfect forgeries with connections to those behind the production of the Yen currency.

He was Shigo Ikitomi, one of the leading donors of Hero Society in general, a corrupt man that knew around the current system and prospered from it.

Those who control the economy control the world, or so they say. Those beside him were politicians and otherwise with connections.

“I have his head as proof.” Marko nodded.

He summoned a burlap sack from his inventory.

“I made sure to drain the blood.” He threw the linen bag onto the table much to their surprise.

Shigo stared at the bag for a moment. Marko assumed he was staring since his dollar-yen head had no discernible eyes.

He slowly unraveled the bag with palpable disgust. In the bag was really the head of Garou, the hair, the red eye, the lifeless expression, everything was there.

“...You actually did it.” Shigo took the head and raised it, inspecting it.

“I will take my reward right now.” Marko requested.

“...How did you…” Shigo and the rest turned to Marko.

“If you have the resolve and mind, you can do anything, especially with the right tools. It takes a strong will to achieve the impossible.” Marko answered.

Shigo and the others stared at Marko in silence.

“...Very well.” Shigo nodded and gestured to one of his bodyguards.

The bodyguard nodded and walked over to the mercenary and handed him a suitcase. Marko took it and immediately opened it, seeing the case filled with precious metals and gems.

“This will do nicely.” Marko nodded as he turned around. The reward exorbitantly matched the price. He could not trust the value of the currency here given the employer’s reputation.

However, as he walked out of the office, he stopped when two of the former heroes blocked his path. Each of them drew a pistol and aimed at Marko.

“...Is there a problem?” Marko asked.

“The Hero Hunter…” Shigo announced from behind. “Is a man that is so dangerous that even All Might lost to him.”

Marko turned around as Shigo and the rest grinned a little. The mouth was still on his Yen sign face.

“We cannot simply let a man dangerous enough to kill Garou leave here alive. So we especially picked specific personnel that could deal with you. They aren't afraid of killing. And we do not like to waste any more of our resources since the Hero Hunter milked the HPSC dry enough to leave us in dire straits. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

A wall of glass erected in front of the employers as Marko drew his gun at them.

Marko grunted when the bodyguards unloaded the bullets into his form, gunshots ringing in the room. The make of the magnum pistols and the bullets even penetrated the armor of his kevlar under the brown duster.

Marko grunted as he fell to his knees, holes mottling his body.

“The Messenger of Death… heh. I hope Death will take you with him this time.” Shigo chuckled as Marko wheezed.

However, even at death’s door, Marko didn't cry out or beg.

“Hehehehehe…”

Instead, Marko rasped a dying chuckle.

“...What's so funny?” Shigo asked, his smile falling.

“I… decided to work for you not because I wanted the money… I saw the threat Garou posed… and decided to take this mission for the world… for the greater good. But it seems… that along the way, I made the right different choice. This world… needs to change. People like you… They don't need you. They don't need you to make them depend on you… ugh.”

When Marko finished his sentence, his body, his form, melted into a pile of sludge.

Shigo immediately leaned forward, seeing eight turquoise marbles mixed in with the sludge as the suitcase full of precious metals fell.

However, the marbles shone as they decompressed… into humanoid forms.

Eight intruders formed from eight marbles.

There was a man with a troll-like creature, a titanic creature covered in titanium armor, its hide thick as stone and its fists large and heavy, round and bearing the appearance of wrecking balls when clenched. He was wearing a gas mask on his person, glaring at the bodyguards near him.

Another was a man wearing a mask over his black balaclava, a black demonic jester mask. He wore a dark yellow overcoat with buttoned shoulder tabs and a high collar, his hand holding a silver walking stick with a gold handle.

Shigo gawped when he saw Marko growing from one of the marbles.

“Hmmmm. I expected the possibility but for it to happen…” Marko muttered as he drew his damascus revolver.

“To think they would actually kill you. The upper class is more venomous than I thought.” The man known as Mr. Compress commented with genuine amazement.

“W-What?! What is the meaning of-?!” Shigo shouted as the rest of his cohorts started clamoring with confoundment.

“A breach of contract.” Marko said, the red lens of his gas mask staring at Shigo. “Though you made one of the predicted outcomes, I think I am more than justified for the betrayal. Boy, it's time to prove your worth.”

“Yes!” There was a small one amongst the eight. He was young, a skinny young man wearing a green gas mask and two oxygen canisters behind his back. He was wearing a full body kevlar suit, gloves covering his hand.

Pink mist exploded from his form.

Shigo and the others clamored when the mist engulfed the room.

Mr. Compress took off his demon mask to wear a gas mask, slinging it over his head.

He walked over the briefcase containing the precious metals and gems and opened the case.

“Ohhhh. Thanks for the donation.” Mr. Compress congratulated the now unconscious men in the room as he marveled at the contents. He closed the case and compressed it into a which he stored into his pocket.

“As agreed.” Marko donated his contracted spoils to Mr. Compress as a gesture of trust to the descendent of Hansa the Thief. This was a plan to kidnap and sunder the rich elites hiding behind the Hero Society.

“Goliath. If you would.” Marko gestured to the glass.

The troll mutant called the Goliath marched towards the glass wall and swung his wrecking fist. The glass shattered, broken into shards, paving the way for Marko to walk over his former employers and store them into his inventory.

“Are we good?” Mr. Compress asked.

“We are clean. Since they betrayed me, we’re going with plan B.”

Before they decided, Marko made plans with the rest of his cohorts depending on the scenario.

Plan A was to let the fake Garou head explode the knockout gas once he leaves, then gas the entire building while cutting off all communications with the outside, then they kidnap the listed targets while stealing the data servers at the highest office.

Plan B was the current scenario, in case the Marko clone was betrayed, although it was more of an alternate scenario with the same end goals.

There were escape routes planned for them.

The first was through the sewers where Mr. Compress would become a marble after Marko stored everyone in his inventory. There would be many distractions to deter the police and heroes, explosions bombing abandoned buildings and the streets set off by the other members of the Hunter’s Guild.

The second was escaping through the air, albeit it was much riskier. The second was more of an emergency backup plan, though they could fake the second escape to distract everyone enough to have them escape through the sewers.

The third…

“Tesla, jam everything and make sure no one knows we are here. We will head to the computer rooms and take as many of our prizes as we can. Then we will head to the main office. Tori, prepare the gate for our escape.”

“Yes, leader!” Tesla, a tall, lean man with slanted gray eyes. He was once suffering from acne vulgaris, but his once-pimply skin was cured along with other medical conditions. He was now in great health, his skin smooth, and he had never felt this good in his entire life.

He replaced his skull mask with a demonic version of it. His dark green sleeveless bodysuit remained unchanged, though.

Tesla did not regret joining the Demon of Hosu as electrical currents danced from his body.

His Quirk not only lets him gather and manipulate electrical currents, he could also jam any electrical signals. His Quirk was perfect for completely isolating the building from calling any outside help.

Tori was a woman with an actual tori gate growing from her head. She bore the appearance of a shrine maiden, possessing maiden-like features. She was from the Path of Naraka, the Golden Spider’s group. On her face was an oni demon mask.

Her Quirk allowed her to create a red Tori gate that lets four people at most enter per day. She could connect the Tori gates she made, forming a webway of portals that anyone could use. However, it was limited to four people per day, this warp Quirk.

Those with the ability to travel long distances were valued very highly in a smuggling organization.

This was their primary means of escape. It would take around a minute for Tori to set up the gate, but with Chronostasis with her, she could set it up immediately.

“Chronostasis, Goliath, Dabi, stay here and guard Tori as she sets the checkpoint. Mustard, Mr. Compress, Tesla, come with me. The three of you will protect Mustard as we make our way up to the server rooms.”

On another note, I kinda want some information on potential ways corrupt people could bypass laws and commit crimes like embezzlement and fraud. I had an idea that there could be a racist cabal running some sections of the government to maintain xenophobia like in common America.