Suddenly—
CRACK.
A thunderous sound, like the earth itself snapping in protest. The containment glass began to fissure.
Garaki turned, mouth agape.
The liquid inside boiled, turning from shimmer to steam in an instant.
Then—
Crshhhhhhkkk!
The thick glass of the containment tank ruptured like ice under a hammer. The viscous purple liquid exploded outward, soaking the grated floor and steaming on contact with open air.
Monitors shattered.
Power surged.
Alarms blared, though no help would ever come down here.
From amidst the swirling mist and chemical steam… a figure emerged.
Naked. Pale. Muscular. Radiating an unnatural, divine aura—not of grace or peace, but dominion. The kind of power that demanded silence… and submission.
Shigaraki's body, now perfected. No cracks, no decay—only sleek strength, sculpted like a god from marble and madness..
His physique had changed even further—marble-white skin that shimmered faintly like divine armor, silver hair flowing in damp strands across his shoulders.
Veins of ethereal energy pulsed beneath his flesh, glowing briefly with every heartbeat. Every step he took forward caused ripples across the puddles on the floor.
But his posture—head held high, arms loose at his sides—was not Tomura Shigaraki's.
It was All For One's.
And behind those glowing crimson eyes, something ancient and malevolent had awakened fully.
"O-Oh my… OH MY!""I HAVE FINALLY WITNESSED THE BIRTH OF A GOD!"
Dr. Kyudai Garaki fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, arms raised like a supplicant at a shrine.
"Master… my Master! Transcendent! Absolute! The new age has begun!"
All For One said nothing. Not yet.
He raised one pale hand, fingers long and graceful—and in a motion of sheer will, conjured a white coat. It appeared as if summoned from the very fabric of space, wrapping itself around his form like a divine raiment. It flowed behind him with imperial grace.
He dragged a hand through his hair, brushing it back slowly, exposing a face devoid of scars. He looked… young. Beautiful. Terrifying.
"This body… this power…" he murmured.
"So this is what true perfection feels like."
Then—his glowing crimson eyes turned to the shadows.
A figure stood beyond the broken mist. Unmoving. Arms folded. Still as a mountain.
Radahn.
Hoshigami Enrai.
He stood perfectly still, arms crossed. A quiet monolith of power. His face remained unreadable beneath the shadows of his broad form, though his golden eyes narrowed slightly. The gravitational pressure around him shifted—subtle, but not aggressive.
The lab seemed to groan under the tension between these two cosmic forces.
All For One, in Shigaraki's body, smiled.
"Rejoice…" he said, voice rich with smug divinity.
"You are now standing in the presence of a God."
He tilted his head slightly, almost amused at Radahn's stillness.No awe.No fear.
"Speechless?" he asked, descending the final step toward him.
"Not even you are my match now. Not anymore."
He spread his arms, coat fluttering behind him like wings of silk and command.
"Bow before me, and I shall grant you the favour...of being my left hand."
A beat passed.
Nothing.
Radahn's golden eyes narrowed slightly—but no words came.
Just silence.
Unbending.
Unfazed.
Unimpressed.
Behind them, Garaki watched with bated breath, trembling in both awe and fear. He recognized what was happening—a meeting of man and a God…
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A stillness blanketed the ruined laboratory like the calm before a cosmic storm.
The chemical haze from the shattered vat swirled gently through the air, forming half-formed halos around the two towering figures. At one end, All For One—reborn in Shigaraki's perfected body—stood draped in a conjured white coat, his eyes glowing with crimson arrogance, his presence expanding like an empire unchallenged.
At the other stood the storm yet unbroken.
Radahn.
He hadn't moved, not since All For One's speech.
His golden pupils, burning like twin suns behind shadows, held the so-called god in quiet scrutiny.
Then—
He let out a low, tired sigh.
"You call this… a god?""Hmph… I'm very disappointed."
The words hit the room like an aftershock. The distant sparks crackling in the ceiling seemed to shudder. Even the pool of liquid at Radahn's feet rippled as if flinching at the blasphemy.
All For One's eyebrow twitched. A subtle shift. But in that fraction of a moment, his expression shifted from smug amusement… to puzzled irritation.
"...Disappointed?""You—" he began, voice tight with rising disbelief,
"—you're bluffing. You're stalling. You know your end has come, so you pretend to hold dominion?"
Before he could finish his next breath—
Radahn raised his head, stepped forward, and spoke again:
"I revoke your right… to be a god."
The moment those words left his lips—
The earth trembled.
Not from Radahn—but from All For One.
The air around the former tyrant became violently unstable. Sparks of red lightning arced from his shoulders. The surrounding metal groaned as if rejecting his fury. The shattered floor cracked further beneath him as pressure spiked.
"Y-You… what did you say?" All For One growled, voice trembling with rage.
"You dare? Who the hell are you to say that? You revoke my right?""You speak as if you've seen a god!"
His voice rose, madness brimming.
"AS IF YOU KNOW WHAT DIVINITY EVEN MEANS!"
Behind him, Dr. Garaki flinched and stumbled back, clutching a beam to stay upright. Sweat poured down his face. He had seen All For One enraged before—but this was different. His fury now bent reality. The foundations of the lab began to creak and twist under his emotion alone.
"He's furious," Garaki whispered.
"More than furious—and I'm afraid that-"
All For One took a step forward, ready to unleash something catastrophic—
But before his next thought could even finish forming—
Radahn was gone.
Or rather—
He was already there.
In a flash that defied light and sound, Radahn appeared directly before him, towering over the self-proclaimed god. His arm moved in one clean, silent motion. Like a judge passing final sentence.
And he placed his thumb against All For One's forehead.
The contact was featherlight.
Yet the world seemed to pause.
Everything stopped. The sparks, the tremors, the storm of rage—all frozen.
Radahn's voice was calm. Not booming. Not angry. Simply resolute.
"Oh… you'd be surprised."
All For One's breath caught. His body, which a moment ago pulsed with infinite energy, suddenly felt small. Finite.
He looked into Radahn's eyes—
And for the first time in his long, wicked life…
He saw something older than hate.
Older than power.
Radahn's thumb still rested on All For One's forehead, but the world around them had melted away.
No more steel walls.No lab.No doctor.
Only silence.
Then—
The sky tore open.
And All For One's consciousness collapsed inward, pulled violently like a soul into a black hole.
When he opened his eyes again…
He was standing.On a barren wasteland.
The ground was cracked and painted in dried blood, dark and crusted over years of death. The stench of rot lingered like a curse. Twisted bones jutted from the soil like desperate hands reaching out from shallow graves.
Corpses.Hundreds of Thousands.Some human. Some… not.
The wind blew, dry and biting, carrying ash like snowfall. But that wasn't snow. That was skin. Burnt flakes of it, drifting like dust across the red plains.
Caw.
A shadow passed overhead.
He looked up.
A flock of black birds circled the corpses, but they were no ordinary crows. Their wings stretched wide like dragons. Their talons could shred iron. And their eyes—glowing with unnatural hunger—were locked on the feasting.
They descended with glee, tearing through corpses with practiced precision.
Not birds. Demons.
Creatures of nightmare—borne not of fiction, but of a world All For One could never imagine.
"Where… where am I?"
He turned.
Radahn stood beside him, unmoving. His massive frame dwarfed even the horrors of the land. His crimson hair danced in the wind, and his cloak of cosmic mist billowed without touch.
All For One scoffed. He forced himself to smirk.
"If you think this illusion will frighten me, then you're a fool.""This fake battlefield—this melodrama—won't break my resolve."
He faced Radahn with that ever-arrogant glint.
Radahn didn't respond at first. His golden eyes didn't even blink.
Then:
"It's not fake.""This is real.""It's my home."
A silence heavier than dread followed.
All For One's smirk faltered.
"You're lying."
Then—
A roar.
It came from the distance. Low and guttural at first, but growing—echoing like thunder across the crimson desert. The sound of suffering. The sound of hunger. The sound of power that had long since gone mad.
From the horizon, a giant limped into view.
Skin burned. Armor rusted. His movements slow—like his body barely remembered life. But his mouth moved constantly—gnawing. Feasting on corpses, dragging bodies behind him like meat sacks.
All For One's jaw dropped.
His eyes widened.
Because as the giant stumbled closer—dragging a weapon forged from stars behind him—
He realized it wasn't just some monster.
It was…
"I… Is that you?"
The monster stopped chewing.
Turned its head.
Radahn gave a slow nod.
All For One recoiled.
"W-What happened to you?"
Radahn raised a hand. Slowly.
The world shifted.
Like a curtain being pulled from a stage, the bloodied battlefield morphed. The corpses blew away like ash. The sky bent into unfamiliar stars. Ancient towers and golden trees replaced the void. The Lands Between rose around them like memories resurfacing.
And then—
All For One screamed—
As knowledge flooded him.
Not from books.Not from minds.From existence.
He saw a kingdom that never knew peace.He saw wars against gods.He saw Radahn.The real Radahn.
And-
The Lands Between.
A place lost to time, yet eternal.
As the golden mist swept over All For One's mind, he stood paralyzed — not by fear, but by the sheer weight of truth. The memories weren't just visions. They were burned into him, like scars left by divinity.
And then, like a whisper on the wind, it began—
"The fallen leaves tell a story."
"Of a world sundered, yet whole…"
"Of a great empire ruled by the divine, where the Erdtree's light shone eternal, and the demigods walked among mortals."
"Of a war that tore apart gods and monsters alike. Of betrayals written in blood and the golden order shattered by ambition."
"In this crucible of chaos rose champions—some by grace, others by wrath. But among them stood one, the fiercest of all…"
"A general without equal. A warrior blessed by the cosmos, feared even by the stars themselves."
"He mastered gravity so that his loyal steed might not buckle beneath his weight. Not from arrogance, but from love."
"He fought in madness. He fought in ruin. He fought even when his mind was torn from him."
"Not for power. Not for glory. But because war was all he had left."
"This is his world."
"The battlefield where even gods faltered."
"The place All For One now stood… was the birthplace of a legend."
All For One's knees buckled.
He gasped, trembling.
"N-No… this isn't possible…"
The images struck him in rapid succession — battles where entire armies were erased by a single arrow; titanic beings cleaved in two; Radahn, ablaze in his crimson armor, standing alone on a hill of corpses as stars crashed behind him.
He saw a golden-haired demigod, kind yet strong, gifting Radahn a blade wreathed in glintstone — and a purpose.
All For One clutched at his skull, falling to his knees in the crimson dust. His pupils danced erratically, his mouth foamed uncontrollably.
It wasn't just pain.
A wave of knowledge, raw and divine, crashed through his consciousness—not learned, but engraved upon his soul.
"The fallen leaves tell a story…"
Long ago, the Greater Will, a celestial force from beyond the stars, sent a golden star to the Lands Between. From it came the Elden Beast, and from it, the concept of Order. The Erdtree, a divine symbol of power, sprouted, and beneath its branches, the gods and demigods took root.
The Golden Order was born.
-Marika the Eternal.
A vessel of the Greater Will. A being of immense grace and ruthless ambition. She shattered her own Elden Ring to defy fate. A god, yes—but a mother too.
From her union with Radagon, she birthed three children that would define an age:
-Malenia, Blade of Miquella.
Born of a broken god and a divine king. The Scarlet Rot festered in her from birth—eating her body, poisoning her strength. But her will never faltered.
She danced with blade in hand, a goddess of war, unmatched.
Even Radahn, at the peak of his power, could not kill her. Their battle ended not with victory, but with obliteration, leaving the battlefield a red wasteland—Caelid—forever scarred by rot and starfire.
-Miquella the Unalloyed.
A child born of compassion, cursed with eternal youth. He sought to rid his sister of her affliction, creating a cocoon where rot could not reach.
But even purity wasn't safe. He was stolen in his sleep by Mohg, the Lord of Blood, taken to a palace of crimson nightmares.
-Morgott, the Omen King.
Cursed with horns, cast aside as filth. He should've become a monster, but instead—
He became a protector.
From the shadows, he defended Leyndell with blade and blood, hiding his love behind wrath. Only when the capital fell did the world learn his name.
-Mohg, Lord of Blood.
Another omen, rejected by light. But he didn't protect. He conquered. Twisting the Formless Mother's whispers into madness, he raised an empire of sacrifice and crimson delight.
-Godwyn the Golden.
The Firstborn of Marika.
The First to Die.
Not in battle. Not by fate.
But by Treachery.
His soul was destroyed in the Night of the Black Knives, leaving his body undead—a rotting husk beneath the Erdtree's roots. His death broke Marika.
It shattered the Golden Order.
-Starscourge Radahn.
Born to Radagon and Rennala of the Moon. A son of opposing fates: Golden Order and Glintstone Magic. Trained in gravity itself so his beloved horse, Leonard, could carry him despite his colossal frame.
He became a general, a legend, a protector of the Lands Between.
When the stars themselves threatened the realm, he held them back.
With sheer will and might, he halted the heavens.
But rot consumed him in the end—mind shattered in eternal battle with Malenia. He became a monster, a cosmic tragedy.
Until he was freed.
And now—here he stood.
Before All For One.Returned.Purified.Watching.
All For One's brain couldn't keep up.
Visions twisted around him—cities of gold rotting to ash, castles swallowed by scarlet plagues, gods weeping, monsters rising, the dead clawing from cursed graves.
He saw:
-A celestial dragon with two heads, crackling with god-slaying bolts—Placidusax.
-The last of the Fire Giants, dragging a cauldron of flame across frozen lands.
-Ranni, the Lunar Princess, who betrayed her fate to end the cycle of control.
And the Tarnished, nameless, ageless, who walked these lands and chose to stand or fall by their own will.
The wear and tear of ages weighed on him.
His nose bled.His ears rang.He screamed—but no sound came out.
He saw Radahn once again—not as he was now, but as he was then: red-maned, towering, astride Leonard, blazing with power, laughing in the face of fate.
And now…
That same figure stood silently before him.
All For One, the tyrant of quirks, slayer of hope, self-proclaimed god—
Lay sprawled in the red mud, foaming, eyes wide, hands trembling.
For the first time in his long, twisted life…
He felt fear.
Not fear of death.
Fear of something greater.
Fear of something that remembered.
Something that had endured true gods… and buried them.
The red-hued sky of the conjured battlefield had quieted.
All For One lay trembling in the blood-soaked soil. Mouth frothing. Limbs twitching. His consciousness, battered by ancient truth, flickered like a dying flame.
He gasped for breath, not because he lacked air—but because his very essence was unravelling.
Radahn stood tall beside him, arms crossed, gaze solemn.
A conqueror, not of empires… but of illusions.
He had shown All For One the truth—a truth far older, crueller, and purer than the shallow dreams of power the villain clung to.
No longer was this a petty clash between hero and villain.
It was the clash between false divinity and ancient memory.
Radahn looked down at him.
Eyes not hateful, nor mocking—but pitying.
"So this is all it took to break you..." he thought."A glimpse... of what Gods truly are."
All For One let out a gurgled breath, froth bubbling from his lips. His eyes flickered back to focus, only to meet the starlit gold of Radahn's irises.
He was conscious again.
But his body… was wrong.
He felt weaker. Diminished.His limbs were thinner. His skin, pale and dry.The vibrant, stolen power within him… was gone.His mass, drained. His soul, being devoured from the inside.
The forbidden knowledge still echoed within him.
Every tragic tale.Every god who rose only to fall.Every child, cursed at birth.Every era built upon blood and burned in rot.
Radahn with a flick of his hands , returned Zen Shigaraki sanity-
His mind—still barely his—was trying to scream.
"I was born t-to be a… G-God…!" he croaked.
His voice shook.
Not with power.But with fear.
Radahn tilted his head, disappointed.
"You are still clinging to it?" he said, tone quiet, hollow.
"Arrogant till the end."
All For One, eyes wide, saw no mercy in that gaze—only judgment.
And then, the Starscourge turned away.
With a single exhale, he released his hold on All For One's soul.
No more visions.No more torment.
Just silence.
But the damage had been done.
Without the pressure of Radahn's will to anchor him, All For One's soul began to rot.The divine knowledge gnawed at him.
Like a swarm of crows, it feasted on his essence—until there was nothing left to scream.
And then…
Radahn opened his eyes in the present world again.
-Only one minute had passed-
But in that conjured land?
Centuries had crawled by.
All For One's new, stolen body—crafted, perfected, divine—suddenly collapsed with a dull thud.
It wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't loud.
It was… hollow.
His body twitched once. Then again.
And then began to shrivel.
Veins blackened.Muscles withered.Eyes turned to dust within their sockets.
Within seconds, all that remained was a dried, hunched skeleton—arms curled around nothing, mouth agape as if screaming a silent plea to a god that would never come.
And then—
Ash.
Carried by a whisper of wind, his form crumbled into nothingness.
Doctor Garaki stood frozen.
His hand still held a scalpel. His mouth slightly agape.
"I-I only turned for a minute—"
He stared at the empty pod.Then the dust.Then… the giant man now facing him.
Radahn said nothing.
He simply walked past the doctor.
Each step echoed like judgment from the heavens.
Garaki dropped to his knees, not in reverence—but in utter disbelief. He trembled violently. His life's work.
His "God" Gone.
Reduced to sand.
"W-what… was that…?""W-what are you…?"
But Radahn was already fading into the shadows.
His towering frame moved without haste, without fear—only finality. Each footstep left cracks in the floor, the very air humming with the remnants of his cosmic presence.
Behind him, Doctor Garaki stood paralyzed.
Knees trembling.Lips quivering.Mind shattered.
He wanted to scream.To beg.To curse.To deny what had just unfolded before him.
But no sound escaped his throat.
His voice—his final act of defiance—was gone.
Radahn had not silenced him.The universe itself refused to lend him the dignity of last words.
Garaki's hand reached out, trembling violently.
'N-no… y-you can't… not you too… NOT YOU TOO!!' he wanted to scream.
But only a choking gasp came.
Radahn paused at the threshold of the ruined lab.
Not out of hesitation, but out of Judgment.
One last look over his shoulder—over the man who had tampered with nature, corrupted children, and sewn chaos for decades from the shadows.
A whisper of starlight gathered around Radahn's form.
Then—without turning fully—he lifted his right arm slightly, palm open.
A soft pulse of light flickered at his fingertips.
Purple at its core, black on its edges. It crackled silently, like distant thunder echoing across a dead world.
The lab dimmed.
The shadows lengthened.
And then—
With a soundless flash, a blazing purple aura erupted from Radahn's form—consuming Garaki whole.
The old man didn't scream.
He didn't even blink.
His body—flesh, bone, memory—was reduced to ash in an instant. The ashes blew outward, carried away like meaningless dust. Nothing remained. Not even the metal instruments beside him were spared—twisted and melted by the searing wave.
The laboratory—once the womb of monsters and false gods—was now nothing more than a crater of silence.
Radahn lowered his arm.
The shadows receded.
And without another word, he faded into the darkness.
A false God had died.A prophet had been silenced.
And
A New Reckoning Had Begun.
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[A/N: Greetings Everyone! How are you all enjoying the story so far?
I'm very happy to announce y'all that the Vol.1 of MHA: Radahn will end in the next chapter! A very heartfelt thanks to those who supported me and gave me ideas! I loved reading your comments! And I hope you continue doing so!
I'll be going on a short Hiatus after the next chapter but it's not the end!
Just brace yourselves for a whole New world. A New Experience!]