Chapter 1: The Resentment and the God
Kusanagi senior high~
"When... Was it?"
I don’t really remember when, but I think it was a week after summer break. As usual, I sat in the second-to-last seat by the window, watching the sun sink lower in the sky. I have never considered making friends, living alone was luxury, living in my own world. And why would I waste my time on such sickening things like friendship? After so much suffering I was free mangas, anime, light novels, they were all new to me, I didn't knew a little thing about them before.
Fantasy… After all this I thought, could I be the main character of some mystery novel?
"Trong, trong, trong."
The bell rang.
"Oh, is it already over?"
I muttered under my breath, quickly stuffing my notebooks into my bag as the classroom erupted into noise. It was better to leave before it got too loud, our school gives so much freedom to students, even for such a crappy club meeting, we were allowed to be here this late. My highschool Kusanagi senior high, there might be not but I can see a banner saying "Only super-rich elegant families are allowed.", and that's why all these punks are so arrogant,
Sigh, maybe I am fated to be alone…
No, I'm not contradicting myself, it's not like i need people to talk or play
Like sometimes, random thoughts pop into my head.
People make friends, talk about nothing, laugh at stupid jokes, make fun of each other—forgetting what really matters. Is that what friendship is? It's annoying. But, I guess it’s easier to just ignore everything and go along with it. Being with them? I'd rather be alone...
‘But they still matter.’
And without being friendly you can't be famous among girls,
I mumbled the words quietly to myself. It wasn’t a happy thought—more like a sad realization I couldn’t shake. The more I think about socializing, I get tangled in a paradox. For me, scientist-level mathematical equations would be easy, or I guess so. But still yes, socializing is 100 millions light years away from me. Even if I try to start a conversation like "today's weather is hot right." or so, they just run away with a wry smile.
I turned my head slowly to my left, I glanced to the left. From my seat, I could see the whole class, stupid pi-... Ahm gentlemans and ladies enthralled in their own elegance, looking at them is a bit annoying but it gives a different fun, rolling my eyes around, searching for something unique, a pig- Ahm a elegant rich-lady piqued my interest—a girl sitting beside me.
Her black hair Glistened as it fell to her waist, and her face had a calm kind of brightness to it. But what really caught my attention were her gradient-violet eyes—sharp, like they could see right through me. She was a first-year student, here for the club meeting, like me.
She was reading a book I didn’t expect a girl to be reading.
"Sapiens..." I muttered to myself. "Isn't this the book by Yuval Noah Harari? Do girls really read stuff like this?"
No, was I the only one who thought girls are type to "Kyaa, so cute," over a shoujo manga?
I shook my head, my mind still scattered. Without much thought, I turned back to my bag and shoved the last of my notebooks inside. As the last book fell in my beg, i remembered something, a thing that was more important than these pig-... Ahm gentlemans and ladies,
Eggs…
It was a sale that gives 40% only once a month, and before everything i wil-
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"About... me?"
I don’t have a tragic backstory. No dead parents or painful losses. At least not sad for me. a stubborn father, obsessed with the past, and a powerless, foolish child—me—living under his rules without question or purpose.
The Kurose clan had been the emperor’s most loyal family for generations. But that was before the empire crumbled. Now, the clan had split into branches, running their own life in a world with no emperor to serve.
But my father never adapted. He couldn’t let go of the past, as if clinging to it was the only thing that kept him going. He wanted to be remembered, to stand out among the others. So when a chance came to rise above the rest, he took it.
But I was the cost.
He pushed me beyond my limits—pushed me to be perfect in everything.
"Literature, politics, martial arts, mathematics... even the most efficient ways to kill someone," he’d say. I was eight when he first taught me those things—not like a father, but like a drill sergeant. Every day was about precision, obedience, and earning his praise. But it never came. He was incapable of praise—only mockery.
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I kept trying, though. I thought maybe the things I'm doing will be useful to me,
But what good they will do, they were crude.
It wasn’t until I was broken and exhausted that I realized: I had never been free. I didn't hate my father, I was not compatible with such emotions. But when he died, i was relieved, a strange feeling enveloped my heart, I was free… or that's what i thought
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No matter what I do, I’ll always be a puppet. Now, just an abandoned marionette.
I sighed heavily and walked toward the door.
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"Huh!?"
No one could’ve imagined this, right?
The moment my foot crossed the door’s threshold...
"Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnggggggg!"
The sound directly ringed in my head—sharp, almost like it was slicing through my brain. Before I could even think, I was pulled into a suffocating, endless void.
The darkness surrounded me, thick and cold, yet somehow warm, like the embrace of something old. My strength drained away, like the void itself was sucking the life out of me.
“Is this... an ocean?” I gasped, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t water. A void that has no end to it.
For me death isn't a terrible thing, or at least i will welcome it, but with such a glitch? No, not like this, just let me buy eggs first,
It felt like I was drowning.
“I... I’m losing consciousness.”
The words barely left my lips. My body felt heavy, my vision blurred, and my mind slipped away into the darkness.the last thing i could remember was the head maid,
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Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg.
That sound again. That awful ringing.
It filled the emptiness, growing louder, like it was drilling into my skull. Strange mechanical hums followed, whispering through the dark.
“Adapting subject’s body ? Successful.”
“Physical Enhancement ? Successful.”
“Magions compatibility ? Enhanced.”
“Obtained @&€￥ Skill ? [World's Truth].”
"World’s Truth?"
I said the words slowly, my mind racing. A strange screen appeared in my mind, flashing words I didn’t understand.
◣WORLD'S TRUTH◢
[Tells Every Basic Detail About World]
"Tell every... basic details about the world?" I repeated, not fully understanding what I was seeing. Was this real? Or was I just losing my mind? Had I crossed over into something completely different?
Was i really some main character of novel, but… this isn't mystery,
“Ugh!”
I gasped as if my eyes had been forced open. A sharp, jarring impact hit me, making my whole body tremble.
“It’s strange...” I whispered. At least I was standing on solid ground again. I looked around, trying to make sense of it all. A dark room, only a-metre-radius was visible, But... I wasn’t alone.
“So, they’re all here…”
Every student who had been in the classroom was now with me. But why?
"But why just my class? Was it because we stayed behind? No... there has to be another reason."
And i thought maybe i was someone special,
My mind raced as I tried to figure it out. We’d been having a club meeting, and there were first-years with us, second-years, too.
The room was dim, and I could barely make out the faces of the others, but the weight of something heavy pressed down on us all. The stone walls seemed to close in, jagged and cold. The air felt thick with something ancient.
"Oi, where are we?"
"How would I know?"
"I’m scared!"
"Don’t tell me we’re kidnapped!"
"No, how? We were just in class a second ago!"
"Help me. No! Where is this? Does anyone have a torch? Oi! Anyone?"
Panic spread quickly. Voices were frantic and loud. Rather than cautious, i was excited for some isekai event like some beautiful goddess will come, "Oh. Great heroes, please save our world" or something like that.
"Everyone, please stay calm. Panicking will only make things worse."
A voice cut through the chaos—Hirata, our class representative. He was calm and collected, as always. But even his words couldn’t erase the unease settling over the group. Well that was expected, if you want to take lead over people, you should first show your potential.
“Mmmmmmm…”
A low, mechanical hum echoed around the room. Crystals in the walls flickered on, their glow hesitant at first, but soon it steadied, brightening, pushing back the darkness.
And with the light came something else.
The walls were cold and sharp, closing in, as if the room was alive and pressing against us.
And then, in the distance, I saw it. An altar, bathed in an eerie glow. That was the starting of isekai-event, leaving the intro aside, everything from here on will be like novels,
Goddess, goddess, goddess, gode-
“Sun?” I muttered, confusion thick in my voice. I looked at the figures around it—knights in shining armor, their spears held tight, tips gleaming with an unnatural light.
Well for a beautiful goddess, knights are important, or rather knights are giving more of an isekai vibe.
"[Hero Candidates]."
The voice came from somewhere to my left. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned toward it. The goddess was finally there, a cute, beautiful god-
What I saw nearly froze me.
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A figure sat on a golden throne, high above us. The throne gleamed like it was made of pure gold, and the air around it twisted, heavy with power. The figure didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But the silence was so thick, it almost felt like it was suffocating us.
Every breath felt harder to take, as if the very air was pushing against me. The weight of judgment—of authority—hung in the air. It was impossible to look away.
“Hah... So that’s what this is…”
I couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that escaped me. But it wasn’t funny at all.
