This story is entirely fictional.
Please do not imitate any harmful actions described.
Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 1: The End of the Beginning
Narrator – November 6th – 6:43 PM
In a dimly lit internet café with fading walls, Karami Yousha sat quietly across a small table from Shouzuki Natsuka.
Yousha: "I honestly didn't think you'd show up today, Natsuka... but I'm glad you did."
Natsuka (nervously): "Yousha..."
Yousha: "Go ahead, what were you going to say?"
Before she could speak, a male voice interrupted from behind her.
???: "Haven't you finished talking to this loser yet?"
Yousha (calm but cold): "Excuse me, who are you?"
??? (chuckling with disdain): "She hasn't told you, huh?"
Natsuka (anxious): "Stop! Please... don't say it, darling!"
???: "No one... will ever love a weak, pathetic thing like you, Karami."
Karami Yousha said nothing. He stood up slowly, whispering:
"Excuse me… I need to use the restroom."
Narrator:
He didn't wash his hands. He didn't even stand in front of the mirror.
He just collapsed to the cold floor, arms wrapped around his knees... and wept.
When he returned—
They were gone.
Both Natsuka... and the man she chose.
Four hours later – A dark room
In a cramped, silent space,
There was no breath, no sound...
Only the body of Karami Yousha, swaying gently on the end of a rope.
Yousha (final words before the darkness):
> "My existence... doesn't change anything."
[Black Screen – A strange system speaks]
"Target identified..."
"Name: Karami Yousha"
"Status: Terminated."
"Psychological deviation: 100%"
"Compatibility: 100%"
"Title granted: God of Weakness."
[Flash – Yousha awakens]
He gasped for air, his lungs burning.
His body was intact. No rope. No bruises.
The room was unfamiliar.
Yousha: "Doesn't... seem like I'm dead. Where am I?"
He reached for his phone.
Date: November 1st.
Yousha: "What? Didn't I try to kill myself on the 6th...?
What's going on here?
A new voice… steady and robotic:
"Subject reset complete."
"Welcome, Karami Yousha."
"You have been selected as the divine ruler of the attribute: Weakness."
"Good morning, sir."