"Thank you very much! Please come again!" The lady on the desk said to him as she handed him his bag and receipt, while thanking him for the purchase. The boy gave her a polite nod.
'Still can't get used to it.' He thought while leaving the convenience store. Still the people in this world were polite and seemed nice as even making a simple trip to the convenience store was a remarkably pleasant and smooth experience.
'The rain is so nice.' He stretched his hand forward to let the droplets of rain fall in his hand, a small pleasant air carrying the sweet scent of rain.
He was getting used to this life, but it felt different. It wasn't home. He missed his family. He missed his mummy and daddy.
He closed his eyes, and the memory, always waiting just beneath the surface, bloomed in the darkness of his mind.
Then, there was silence. Not the dead silence of a broken world, but a soft, peaceful quiet.
He opened his eyes. The fire was gone. The sterile room, the cracked glass, the flashing red alerts—all had vanished. He stood in a place of gentle, endless twilight, under a canopy of stars that felt close enough to touch. The worn bear and patched-up rabbit were still clutched in his hands.
And in front of him, they stood.
They weren't flickering images on a screen, their faces etched with fear and regret. They were whole. They were real, standing a short distance away, their arms open. His mother's smile was no longer a mask for grief, it was radiant, genuine. His father's expression was not one of sorrow, but of overwhelming, peaceful love.
"Mommy? Daddy?" he breathed, the words catching in his throat, his voice was a whisper, fragile and full of disbelief.
He didn't wait for an answer.
He ran.
He crashed into them, his frail body enveloped by their warmth.
The embrace was real, solid, smelling of home and safety and a love so pure it washed away the terror of the world's end.
He buried his face in his mother's shoulder and sobbed—not the scream of agony from the Vault, but the cleansing tears of a lost child who had finally been found.
His mother held him tight, stroking his snow-white hair.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet boy," she murmured, her voice like an angelic melody. "It's okay. We're here."
"We've got you, son. We've got you." His father's strong hand rested on his back, a comforting weight.
After a timeless moment, they gently pulled back, though they never let him go, each holding one of his hands. His mother's eyes, full of a love as vast as the dawn-lit sky around them, met his. She smiled, and this time, it didn't hurt.
It was a real smile. She knelt before him, her hand, warm cupping his cheek.
"Hello, my love," she said, her voice like music. "We don't have much time."
"We're so proud of you, son. You were the strongest person we ever knew." His father stood beside her, his own smile a mixture of sorrow and immense pride.
Tears welled in the boy's eyes again, but these were different. The dam of his shock had broken, and all the love he held for them poured out.
"I didn't want you to go," he sobbed, burying his face in his mother's shoulder, the scent of her, real and familiar, filling his senses. "I wanted to tell you… I love you so much."
"Oh, we know, baby. We know," she murmured, her tone soft yet tinged with a bittersweet finality, stroking his snow-white hair. She pulled back, her eyes meeting his. "Sorry, baby, but it looks like mommy and daddy will go ahead of you. Our road ends here."
"But yours doesn't," his father added, his voice gentle but firm. He placed a hand on his son's other shoulder. "You still have to walk the path ahead. It's a new path, a new beginning for you."
"No… Don't leave me. Please, I don't want to be alone." His heart seized with a familiar panic.
"You don't have to be," his mother continued, her thumb wiping a tear from his cheek. "You can experience everything we couldn't. See the oceans for us. Feel the sun on your face. Laugh until your stomach hurts. Live, my son. Live the life we dreamed of for you."
His father knelt to look him in the eye, his gaze steady and full of pride.
"You were never alone, son. And you won't be. Your path… it isn't over. Your survival wasn't a curse, it's another miracle. A new beginning."
"But… a beginning to what?" He asked, his tears starting anew.
"To a life," his mother answered. "A real life. You have to keep walking, my love, but this time, the path is for you. You can experience everything we dreamed of for you. All the simple, beautiful things our broken world stole from us."
"Don't carry the grief of our world with you, son. Let it go. Build something new. Find joy. Be happy. That is all we ever truly wanted for you. Our hope didn't die with our world; it lives on in you." His father squeezed his hand.
He looked from one beloved face to the other, the fierce, painful love for them warring with the dawning understanding of their words. This wasn't just a reunion; it was a farewell. The beautiful light of the meadow began to intensify around him, a warm, pulling sensation.
The grief was still there, a sharp ache in his soul, but it was now mingled with a strange, bittersweet happiness. He had gotten to say goodbye.
"Will I… will I see you again?" he asked, the childish hope in his voice making their smiles tremble.
His father looked at his mother, a universe of unspoken words passing between them.
"Maybe, someday, at the very end of your long, long journey," he said. "Or maybe this is it. We don't know. But our love? That will be with you. Always."
"Be happy. That's all we ever wanted." His mother leaned in and kissed his forehead. The touch was warm, real, and filled with a final blessing.
They hugged him one last time, a final, desperate, loving embrace. They poured all their remaining love, all their hopes and dreams, into that one last embrace.
"We love you, sweety," his mother whispered in his ear. "More than all the stars that ever were."
"Live well, my son," his father added, his voice full of emotions. "Live for us."
"I love you both!" He cried out as the light enveloped him completely. "I promise… I'll live. I won't forget you!"
They began to fade, their forms becoming translucent, like memories woven from starlight. He reached for them, but his hands passed through them.
"Go now," his father's voice echoed, a gentle command from a fading star.
"Your new world is waiting."
He stood alone in the twilight, clutching his toys, the warmth of their final touch still lingering on his skin. He had said his goodbyes. He had been loved. And now, he had a promise to keep. He turned from the fading memory of his parents and walked towards a soft, inviting light that bloomed in the distance.
Then, the warmth, the meadow, and their faces faded, replaced by the feeling of cool air in his lungs and the scent of strange, sweet blossoms.
He opened his eyes, back in his new reality. He placed a hand over his heart. It was a memory of immense grief, a goodbye that had torn him apart.
But it was also a promise.
Though he started to get used to this new world, it felt different. He missed his family, his mummy and daddy from his past life, but he would live. For them.
He could still feel the warmth of that final hug, the warmth of their love. It was the reason he kept going, the strength that fueled every step he took into the unknown. They had given him his end, but they had also given him his beginning.
And another gift.
From the entity that had granted him that final, impossible meeting.
A system, like something from the video games his father used to give as gifts to him, carrying a legacy of immense and terrifying power.
'Status,' he thought. The command was listless, but the response was instant. A screen, visible only to him, materialized in his sight.
He stared at the words—World-Calamity, Tactician of Annihilation—and felt a chilling disconnect. Was this monster really a legacy?
*****
Legacy: Monster Zeo: King Ghidohira
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Name: Amane Kuze
#Title: Ghidohira – Storm of Worlds, The Human Titan(5%)
Age: 17 (Chrono-consciousness: ???)
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Race: Titan-Human Hybrid (Titanus Hominis)
Form: !
Subclass: Extra-Dimensional Being | New Alpha Titan(Humanoid)
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###Stats(Evolving)
Attribute:
Strength: 5.1 → 12.5
Agility 6.0 → 13.5
Dexterity 5.9 → 12.0
Stamina: 7.2 → 15.5
Vitality: 8.8 → 17.5
Intelligence: 10.5 → 20.0
###Occupation:
World-Calamity | New Alpha
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### Talents
> NOTE: Innate talents reflect the DNA and legacy of Ghidorah(Unlocking%)
* \[Bioelectric Energy Command]
* \[Flight / Aerial Domination]
* \[Dimensional Awareness & Drift]
* \[Triple Conscious Combat Focus]
* \[Storm Sovereignty]
* \[Radiation Absorption and Redirection]
* \[Titan Ruler's Presence]
* \[Storm Command: Global Weather Control]
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### Unique Talents
{The True Alpha} – All Titans feel fear or submission instinct in his presence.
{Heir to the Storm God} – Can manipulate wind, storm, lightning, and gravity-based environments as a living divine core.
{Tri-Mind Sovereign} – Three brains allow layered action and multitasking in battle and control.
{???} — ???
{???} – ???. Passive energy regeneration.
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Unique Traits
{Alien Core Integration} – Cannot be affected by normal physics or magic.
{Hydra Regeneration} – Can regrow limbs or organs within seconds.
{Triple Crown Physiology} – Three-channel neural system allows multiple focus paths, instant awareness.
{Storm Body Structure} – Body converts air, pressure, and gravity into fuel; damage strengthens it.
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### Traits
* \[Emotionally Severed]
* \[Tactician of Annihilation]
* \[Glory-Seeker]
* \[Dimensional Pressure Field]
* \[Lightning-Thought Synapses]
* \[Dominance Instinct]
* \[Precognition Pulse Awareness]
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### Combat Level Assessment: D-Class(Humanoid form)
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### Overall Ability Assessment:
You stand at the apex of post-human and pre-divine evolution. Representing a metaphysical and physical catastrophe. Your presence defies energy scaling; his body functions like a mobile radiation generator, and mind interprets space-time as patterns he can manipulate.
Only those who exist beyond mortal laws (or with systems that deny reality) can challenge you directly.
***
When his memories first returned, his stats had been those of a slightly above-average teenager, hovering around 4.0 to 6.0. Now, they have exploded.
He knew the peak for a normal human, through training alone, was around 10.0. That fact he knew after receiving the system.
This… this growth rate was something else entirely.
'Without involvement of Magic and Supernatural elements.'
'Yeah, though I have felt a strange energy signature.' but he didn't bother because of their miniscule size.
'Let's go.' The thought was listless. He adjusted his grip on the black umbrella and walked towards the sterile, empty apartment he now called home.
He'd moved here just four days ago, a quiet act of rebellion and self-preservation. The couple who were his parents in this life were distant figures, their marriage already fractured by a divorce. He couldn't bring himself to call them Mom and Dad.
He couldn't accept it yet.
They were strangers. Accepting their home felt like a betrayal to the fading faces of his real parents, their last loving smiles forever burned into his soul. So he had left, creating a physical distance to match the emotional one, retreating into a solitude that felt both painful and safe.
Step by careful step, he navigated the puddles that littered the pavement.
'Tomorrow… school.' A tremor of something akin to fear, mingled with a fragile spark of excitement, ran through him.
He possessed the memories of school life in this world, but they were like photographs of a stranger's vacation—he saw the images but felt none of the emotion behind them. He wanted to experience it, just a little.
Not enough to drown in new connections, but just enough to feel something other than this dull ache of loneliness in his heart.
In his past life, after elementary school, the world outside had become his enemy. The very air could have mutated his cells into a cancerous or strange direction.
He had lived in a sterile vault, a boy behind glass, watching a world he could never join.
But not anymore.
'Ah…' He stopped, his head turning towards the rain-swept park. It was a small, quiet space nestled between the convenience store and his new apartment complex.
Amane felt a familiar energy signature.
There, on a swing that swayed almost imperceptibly, sat a girl his age.
He knew her name, Mahiru Shiina.
The school's 'Angel.'
A metaphor that, seeing her even now, was no exaggeration. But the angel before him was drowning.
He knew her by reputation, the perfect student, the graceful athlete, the humble and kind idol of their year. Perfect, humble, and kind. It was no wonder she was so popular.
But now, that perfection was shattered.
The melancholy in her posture was a tangible thing, her eyes deep pools of sadness and loneliness. She was simply sitting there, letting the cold rain soak her to the bone.
Her beautiful hair was plastered to her porcelain skin by the relentless rain. Her school uniform was soaked, clinging to a body that looked terribly small and frail.
Her doll-like beauty was fractured by a sorrow so deep it seemed to drink the very light from the gloomy afternoon.
She was simply… enduring the downpour, as if hoping the cold drops could wash away the pain inside.
Dark, thick clouds covered the skies, and there was no light shining through, making the surroundings dim.
A weather of his liking. It had been raining since he reawakened his memories. He could see her clearly.
He found a strange kinship in the weather.
He couldn't understand why she was out here, without an umbrella, surrendering to the downpour.
She wasn't waiting for anyone, she was just staring listlessly into the rain-blurred distance, her already fair face looking unnaturally pale. She would get sick.
But the stillness about her suggested it was a conscious choice, a silent vigil she had no intention of ending.
He didn't understand her reasons, but he understood the feeling.
It felt intrusive to interfere.
But he started walking toward her anyway.
He couldn't stop himself. Because in the dim light, he saw the faint glisten on her cheeks that wasn't rain.
He saw the way her lips trembled, her beautiful face contorted in a silent, tear-filled scream.
…
He stood before her, like a silent statue, extending his umbrella to shield her from the deluge.
The constant drumming of water on her head ceased, replaced by a sudden, muffled quiet.
It took a moment for her to notice.
When she looked up, she saw a boy staring down at her, his face a complete blank.
To her, he must have looked unsettling, a void of expression in the grey gloom.
Her expression didn't change, still looked sad, but she now had another expression of confusion.
She gave her head a slight shake, sending a shower of droplets from her waterlogged hair.
Even drenched and sorrowful, her beauty was undeniable, the rain seemed to frame her like a tragic portrait.
Her caramel-colored eyes, sharp and intelligent, narrowed slightly. They had been neighbors, briefly, but nothing more.
'She remembered my name?', he thought in surprise, he doesn't interact with his neighbors, it was surprising she remembered him after meeting him barely a few times. At the same time, he could tell this wariness was impossible to relax.
"Yuze-san," she murmured, "Can I help you with something?" her voice was soft but laced with caution.
He was surprised she knew his name, he had made a point of being invisible.
"No… nothing," Amane replied, his voice as flat as his expression. "You'll catch a cold, I don't have much use for this." He pushed the umbrella into her hand. "Take this."
They did meet before, but they were still strangers after all. It was expected that she would be on guard after being stared down by him.
"Ah—" She took it, more because he forced it on her than by choice. Before she could protest or thank him, he had already turned away.
He walked away, his pace quickening into a dart through the rain-swept park. He heard her call out behind him, her voice a fragile sound swallowed by the storm.
He heard it, but he didn't stop.
He couldn't. He just hoped she would be sensible enough to go home.
'Why did you give her the umbrella?' a voice asked inside his head as he fled.
The image of a small, white-haired boy staring out from behind a thick glass wall flashed in his mind, watching a world teeming with life, forever separated, forever alone.
'Because she looked like me.'
The situations were different, he knew that.
But in her desolate figure, he saw a reflection of his own loneliness.
He did what he felt he had to.
He didn't speak another word to her, didn't wait for a reply, because the impulse to help was terrifying.
It was a crack in the wall he had so carefully built around himself.
'I want to be alone.'
***
That's all for today's chapter.
Author note: I didn't like the name Masachika Kuze, sorry if you have that name and feel offended but bear it with me.
The chapter feels a bit ass though, I want to improve more.
Also the rainy scene feels good, so I wrote something similar to the original scene. And I will add more characters, I hope this turns out well. The world building is going to be horrible, I hope it works out too, as I haven't planned anything yet, just that Amane is gonna be MC, Mahiru heroine.
While I was watching Alya hides her feelings in Russian and damn I like Maria Mikhailovna Kujou more than Alya, because of Onee-san type character.
That's all for now, let's meet you next Monday for the next chapter. See ya~