Curious, Herman quickly opened his laptop and began searching for any information he could use to compare this world to the original storyline and determine the current point in the plot's timeline, assuming a fixed timeline even existed.

He focused specifically on news related to Heroes and U.A. High School in Japan.

News feeds flooded his screen, and within seconds, his heart rate quickened as he recognized a familiar incident that happened recently.

"The Sludge Villain… Katsuki Bakugo… Izuku Midoriya. Yes. This is it."

Thankfully, the plot hadn't changed due to the age adjustment.

According to the information he gathered, both Bakugo and Izuku were eighteen or older, and more importantly, they still looked the same as they had in the anime.

Of course, the 2D characters had come to life, but there was no doubt about it. The age change hadn't altered their appearances at all.

The same applied to others.

Momo Yaoyorozu, Shoto Todoroki, Nejire Hado, and other high-profile characters all matched their canon selves, including their life trajectories.

This reassured him.

'The plot really hasn't changed.'

It wouldn't have mattered either way, but knowing future events like a god was an advantage Herman had no intention of losing if he could help it.

Now, he was even more eager to head to Japan.

'Calm down, Herman. There's no rush.'

Moving to Japan was inevitable, but before that, he needed to level up his Hypnosis skill and accumulate some System Points, just to be on the safe side.

As for how?

Wasn't there already a ready-made target right at home?

'The taste of Netori… I wonder how it will be with Hypnosis, hehe.'

Stealing another man's woman was like a euphoric drug to Herman, one he would always indulge in if he had a chance, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation of stealing his own father's woman.

After all, cucking his own father was a first, even for him, and the thought made him chuckle sinisterly in his heart.

'Don't worry, Dad. I'm a good son. I'll make sure you're settled with someone else. But my sexy mother belongs only to me, and she always will. Besides, who told you to leave her all alone at home while you enjoyed yourself outside? As a filial son, it's my responsibility to fill my mother's empty hole… I mean, fill her empty heart. Hehehe.'

Besides, the large house only had him, his new mother, and two constantly busy maids, so there was practically no obstacle in his path, and he even had the urge to immediately go see his mother, but he still controlled himself.

'No rush. Let's get used to this new body first.'

With that purpose in mind, he began to move, going through basic combat stances from his old life and incorporating his Quirk into the movements.

As expected, his movements were quite clumsy, and the transformations were weak and unstable.

Nonetheless, Herman was not annoyed. Instead, he stood there, took several deep breaths, and began again.

Repetition is the mother of learning, and so he learned and repeated until his movements grew smoother and more fluid.

Soon he found the sweet spot: the precise moment to lengthen his arm for a strike, to shorten his legs to duck a blow, to loosen his joints to dodge, or to tighten them to block.

Once he grasped the rhythm, his form became sturdier, stronger, and deadlier.

"Now we're talking."

He clenched his fist and nodded in satisfaction before heading to the dressing table and looking at his reflection in the full-length mirror.

A 1.82-meter-tall, handsome, young man with all golden blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, a lean, athletic, sleeper build, six-pack abs, and powerful legs.

He could still see some tenderness on his youthful face, but much of it had become angular due to exercise.

As a whole, he gave the impression of a healthy, energetic, and sunny young man.

This was completely different from how he looked in his previous life, but as soon as he willed it and used his Quirk, the flesh on his face and legs began to writhe.

His golden hair darkened and grew longer. His face aged and roughened, giving it a maturity deserving of his experience.

A groomed beard sprouted, his legs lengthened, and he was staring at his old self again.

"This is… No, this was me... But no more. "

With that, he reverted back to normal.

"I'm not Herman the spy from Earth anymore. I'm Herman Melville of My Hero Academia."

Accepting a new identity wasn't unfamiliar to him. He didn't even remember how many identities he had changed in the past, so adapting to this one came naturally. 

With that settled, he began thinking about what to do next when he suddenly realized that it was almost time for dinner, and a new idea popped up in his mind.

Once again, he began to practice punching and kicking furiously.

Soon, his breathing became heavier, and he deliberately stripped off his sweat-soaked pajama top, revealing his upper body covered in sweat.

Subsequently, he continued practicing until, a few minutes later, his mother finally called him down for dinner.

When Herman finally came down, and his mother, Olivia, saw him come out covered in sweat, she gasped in surprise. 

"Herman! What on earth were you doing in your room?"

"Just exercising, Mom. I feel like I've gained some weight recently." Herman explained with a smile.

"Always exercising! You're too young to be worried about your weight! Now go wash up and put some clothes on before you catch a cold!"

Olivia scolded playfully, but Herman didn't miss the way her eyes darted over his body, especially at his chest and lower abdomen.

"Alright, Mom, chill." 

Noticing her actions, he chuckled in his heart, but on the outside, he pretended to be nonchalant and secretly scanned her body.

Although he had already seen her in his memories, seeing it with his own eyes gave him a much clearer impression of her.

'Beautiful, virtuous, kind-hearted... and a body starving for cock, ever ready to be bred. Easy target, perfect for a deep, passionate fuck.' 

Repressed and lustful women like her were like an aphrodisiac to him, the type he liked to fuck and corrupt the most.

Moreover, due to this young body with bubbling hormones, he was almost drooling at the thought of fucking her and felt an intense desire to possess her and make her his personal slut.

But he controlled his emotions and headed towards the bathroom, while his mind formulated a plan to get this bitch under his crotch.

So for the next few days, Herman did nothing and played the part of the perfect son except for mentioning his intention to attend U.A. High School in Japan, all while secretly tracking his mother's every move. 

His family's reaction was as he had expected: his father had no opinion, his sister wanted him to come to the States, and his mother preferred a local academy. 

However, when he refused to back down, his sister relented and offered her support. 

As for his mother? He played the emotional card on her, telling her he couldn't bear to leave her and wanted to bring her along so she could also enjoy the culture of Japan. 

To this, she said she would think about it and reply later, but he knew it was already a done deal.

Just like that, a few days passed uneventfully as he made a detailed chart of Olivia's routine.

Once he collected all the information he wanted, he started his plan without hesitation. 

That night, he went for his usual run but finished it midway and returned in a mere ten minutes, instead of the usual half an hour.

Covered in sweat, he casually took off his sports jacket and headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower, where, as expected, he heard the sound of running water and saw that the light was on.

Regardless, he ignored it all, giving himself the mental suggestion that there was no one inside and his mother might have simply forgotten to turn off the tap. 

This was a little trick he always used to act better. 

Finally, he didn't wait any longer and pushed the door open, and his mother's wet, naked body appeared in front of his eyes.