About

Haruka Takada, the brain of the Villain Alliance. He is a madman and a brilliant genius. His inventions were always bizarre, and his papers were so insane they defied description, yet he never once lost his title as a genius. Then one day, his research and inventions began to fail against the Heroes with increasing frequency. When he investigated what was happening, he discovered that a new scientist on the Hero side was systematically crushing his abilities at every turn! Gritting his teeth at such an impudent upstart, Haruka competed against this scientist repeatedly, only to record a staggering one hundred losses in one hundred matches. Finally, with trembling hands, he had to admit it. Under the heavens, a second genius had been born. From that point on, he abandoned his private life and spent years chasing that mysterious individual. Age unknown, gender unknown, face unknown, name unknown. There was absolutely no information, to the point he wondered what kind of person they were. Just as he was about to flip his desk in frustration, wondering if this person ever ate or left their house, he luckily managed to read one of their papers. Their tone, their ideology, their research method. It was a noble and refined style, completely different from his own. It was a logic that felt as if someone had been studying alone in a stuffy room without any flashy flair or prominent sponsors. Haruka immediately became convinced that the Hero side's shut-in scientist was a pretentious old man and became even more obsessed with the person's identity. And finally! He finally discovered the address of that person's lab! He had accomplished something that only a genius of his madness could achieve! He rushed to the address he found and promptly blew up the lab's front door with a bomb, walking through the smoke with an air of triumph. 'Hey, Number One! The world calls you the best and me a perpetual runner-up? Hahaha! I'm going to tear that record down once and for all today...!' ...? For the first time, he saw that person's face... and it wasn't a noble old man or an arrogant genius... It was the perfect ideal type Haruka had dreamed of his entire life. Forget the competition and the inferiority complex; for the first time in his life, Haruka felt his brain stop working and froze in the enemy's lab in total bewilderment.