The morning sun was barely up when I arrived at UA's testing grounds, a fake city meant to let wannabe heroes run wild. As I strolled through the gates, I couldn't help but notice the desperate energy around me. These kids were all here to prove something—to show the world they could be heroes. Me? I was here to show them how easy it all really was.

The signal to start blared, and the place erupted into chaos. Everyone else bolted forward, quirks blazing, as if breaking stuff with superpowers was the only way to win. 

I rolled my eyes. 

Why rush? 

Let them tire themselves out.

 I had a much simpler plan.

I walked leisurely through the empty streets, enjoying the quiet while it lasted. I knew it wouldn't take long to find what I was looking for: a target. And there he was—a scrappy kid with a fire quirk, struggling to take down a robot. The thing's armor was too thick, and his flames just weren't cutting it. I could see the frustration all over his face. 

Perfect.

Me: Hey, kid! How much for you to walk away and let me handle that oversized tin can?

He whipped around, eyes wide in disbelief.

Kid: Are you serious? This is an exam!

I smirked, pulling out a crisp stack of cash. His eyes practically bulged out of his head.

Me: I'm very serious. You walk away, I take care of the robot, and you get something out of it. Call it an early retirement fund.

The kid hesitated, then glanced at the robot that was still very much intact. With a defeated sigh, he took the money and slunk off.

Kid: Fine, whatever. It's not like I was going to win anyway.

I watched him leave, a satisfied grin on my face. One less competitor, and I didn't even have to lift a finger. Now, for the robot.

Instead of wasting time on brute force like everyone else, I pulled out a small device from my pocket—a sleek little gadget I'd been perfecting. I knelt beside a half-destroyed robot left by another poor sap, tapped into its system, and sent a command through the network. It was child's play to override the controls of the active robot.

A moment later, the towering machine froze, its red eyes dimming before it collapsed with a thud. All done without breaking a sweat.

Me: And that's how you win without lifting a finger.

I continued my leisurely stroll through the city, finding more struggling examinees along the way. Some took my offers, others tried to be heroes. But it didn't matter. I had my way with the robots, taking them down with ease while everyone else exhausted themselves with their quirks.

By the time the exam ended, I was practically bored. 

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But then, the ground began to rumble. The distant sound of something massive moving caught my attention, and I knew the moment had arrived.

The infamous Zero Pointer.

Now, the name alone was enough to send most of these wannabe heroes into a panic. The stories had circulated for years—a massive, unbeatable robot designed to weed out the weak and the foolish. It was all very theatrical, the kind of showy nonsense that UA loved to parade around. But I knew better. If you want to control the narrative, you don't need brute force—you need brains. And that's something I had in abundance.

The other examinees started to scatter the moment the Zero Pointer appeared, and I couldn't help but chuckle. They were all so predictable, thinking the only way to win was by throwing everything they had at it. But as I watched the robot go on through the fake city, I realized it wasn't even targeting the students. No, its sights were set on a cluster of buildings, probably designed to simulate civilian areas.

So that was the test, huh?

 Save the fake city, not beat the robot. 

Typical UA—throwing everyone off with a flashy distraction.

While everyone else was busy running around like headless chickens, I took my time, strolling casually towards the path of destruction. The other kids were trying to make a name for themselves by attacking the Zero Pointer head-on, but all they were doing was wasting energy. Fire, ice, brute strength—none of it made a dent. It was almost painful to watch.

I sighed, pulling out my trusty hacking device. It was sleek, state-of-the-art, and worth more than what most of these students' families probably made in a year. But hey, when your father is the most powerful villain in the world, you don't exactly skimp on the essentials.

Me: Let's show them how it's really done.

I found a quiet spot, far enough from the chaos but close enough to get a good signal. I linked the device to the Zero Pointer's control system, which, I have to say, was disappointingly simple. For a machine built to be unstoppable, it sure had a lot of backdoors. In less than a minute, I was in.

I could feel the smirk tugging at my lips as I rerouted the command signals, forcing the Zero Pointer to change course. The colossal machine jerked to a halt, its lumbering form swaying as if confused. The other examinees stared in disbelief as the robot turned, moving away from the buildings it had been targeting.

Me: There we go. Just a little course correction.

The beauty of it all was how effortless it had been. No quirk, no sweaty brawl—just a little finesse and a well-placed override. The Zero Pointer, this supposed behemoth, was now marching harmlessly away from its target, completely under my control. 

And the best part? 

No one had a clue how it happened.

As I leisurely made my way back to the starting point, I couldn't resist glancing at the other examinees. They looked utterly spent, still trying to figure out what just happened. They were so caught up in their own power trips that they hadn't even realized they'd been outplayed.

By the time the final buzzer rang, signaling the end of the exam, I was already bored. The rest of the kids were limping back, covered in sweat and bruises, looking like they'd been through hell. 

AND THEN THERE WAS ME......

Me? 

Well.....

I hadn't even broken a sweat. 

If this was what UA considered a tough exam, then hero training was going to be a delightful little joke.

The instructors began rounding us up, their faces carefully neutral, but I could see the confusion in their eyes. They were trying to figure out how their prized Zero Pointer had suddenly gone rogue. I almost felt bad for them. Almost.

Me: Well, that was entertaining. I wonder what kind of ridiculous challenge they'll come up with next.