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I was reincarnated by the devil to kill God

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Jack Scott was a genius born into a wealthy family—but that meant nothing. To the world, he was invisible. Beaten down by life, betrayed by love, and left for dead in a savage alleyway attack, his final prayer to God went unanswered. As his vision faded, a voice whispered in the darkness: "Do you want to kill them? Do you want to kill the God who let this happen?" Consumed by bloodlust, Jack agreed. The devil appeared with a chilling smile and a single command: “Kill God.” Now reborn in a world of swords, angels, demons, and ancient magic, Jack has been gifted overwhelming power and a singular purpose. But as he gathers allies, crushes kingdoms, and tears through the divine order, one question begins to haunt him: Is he the devil’s weapon… or something even worse?
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Chapter 1 - The Day God Watched Me Die

The Day God Watched Me Die

Rain poured from the heavens as if the sky itself mourned me.

I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk, my hood soaked and my shoes leaking with every step. Streetlights flickered above, casting halos on puddles and shadows on the cracked pavement. It was the kind of night you expect something bad to happen. The kind you read about in tragedies. Only this time, I was the one starring in it.

My name is Jack Scott, and tonight was the last night of my life.

I wasn't a criminal. I wasn't a hero. I was a nobody—just another forgotten face in a broken city. I'd worked my way through high school with top grades and sleepless nights, clawing toward a better future while others coasted on charm, cash, or connections. My family had money—old, generational wealth—but none of it ever touched me. My father said I didn't earn it. My mother said I didn't deserve it.

College was worse. I thought a scholarship would change things. It didn't. The students hated how hard I worked, the professors looked past me, and the girl I gave everything to left me for someone with a better smile and a car his daddy bought him.

But I still held on. Because I believed that one day, it would all be worth it.

I never expected my life to end in a back alley, bleeding on cold concrete, while the world watched.

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It happened fast.

A group of guys stepped out from behind a rusted gate. I recognized one of them—Marcus, a smug rich kid from campus who'd always hated me. The others were just muscle. Dead eyes, crooked grins. Street predators.

"Jack Scott," Marcus sneered, tossing a cigarette to the ground. "Still walking around like you matter."

I stepped back. "What do you want?"

He cracked his knuckles. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone last week. You think people don't talk about that? I'm just here to make sure you remember your place."

Before I could answer, a fist crashed into my gut.

I doubled over.

Another hit. Then another. I couldn't even scream. The rain drowned out the sound of bone on flesh. My vision blurred. A boot slammed into my ribs, and I collapsed. The world spun sideways. The pain was too much to process.

I opened my mouth to beg—then stopped.

There were people. Watching.

A woman stood under a shop awning across the street. A man was recording on his phone. A student from my college ducked behind a bus stop, his eyes locked on mine.

They all saw. None moved.

I looked up at the sky, blood filling my mouth, and whispered:

"God... help me..."

Nothing happened.

"Please," I choked. "I did everything right. I studied. I obeyed. I prayed. I worked harder than anyone. Why...?"

Another kick silenced me. My jaw cracked. My vision went white. The pain blurred into numbness.

Then I heard it.

A whisper. Not from the alley. Not from the world.

From beneath it.

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"Do you want to kill them?"

The voice was soft. Smooth. Serene. Like velvet sliding over a dagger.

Through the haze of pain, I blinked. The world had slowed. Rain froze mid-fall. Marcus and his gang were motionless, frozen like statues.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't move—but I could think.

"Do you want to kill the ones who hurt you? The ones who watched and did nothing? The god who abandoned you?"

"Yes," I said, my voice raw and broken. "I want them all to die. Every last one of them. I want them to suffer like I did."

The darkness around me deepened. Shadows pulsed, forming into something tall. Something horned. A presence stepped out from the void.

A man—or the idea of a man—stood before me. Clad in black robes that moved like smoke, skin pale as moonlight, eyes red like dying stars. Horns spiraled from his head like twisted obsidian.

"You speak with conviction," the figure said. "You wish for vengeance?"

"I want justice."

"No," he smiled. "You want power. And I will give it to you."

"...Who are you?"

He leaned closer, and the world shivered.

"I am the one who answers when God turns his back."

I felt something crawl into my chest. A spark. A fire. A crack in my soul.

"But there is a price, Jack Scott."

I nodded. "Anything."

"Then listen well," the Devil whispered. "I will give you a new body, a new world, and all the power your soul can hold. In return, you will complete one task for me."

He extended a pale, clawed hand.

"Kill God."

The rain resumed. The world vanished.

(Part 2): Rebirth

I woke up in fire.

It wasn't pain, though. It was energy—coursing through every cell of a body that wasn't mine, but was. I gasped, sat up, and stared around me.

Red skies. Black mountains. Rivers of flame. I lay naked on an altar of obsidian, runes glowing beneath me in a language I couldn't read but somehow understood.

I had been reborn.

And I wasn't alone.

A figure stood nearby, dressed in silver armor with blood-red cloth beneath. She was tall, with silver hair and eyes like polished steel. Her gaze met mine without hesitation.

"You're awake," she said simply.

"Where... where am I?"

"Hell's Threshold. The Devil's chosen place of rebirth." She approached. "You must be the new vessel."

"Vessel?"

"The one born to kill the false god. You carry His mark."

I looked down—and saw a black sigil burned into my chest, right over my heart. It pulsed with power.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Seraphina. I was once an angel. Now, I am your guide."

I sat up slowly, body trembling with the weight of the world.

"What... happens now?"

She smiled faintly. "Now? You survive. This world will test you. Demons will envy you. Angels will hunt you. Mortals will fear you. But if you live…"

She reached into the air and drew a long blade from nothingness.

"…you will be the one who breaks the heavens."

(Part 3): The Power Within

That night, I sat alone on a cliff that overlooked an endless desert of ash. The sky never changed. Time didn't feel real.

Seraphina sat beside me. She said I needed to awaken my powers fully—that the Devil had only unlocked the door, but I had to step through it myself.

So I focused.

And one by one, I felt them.

First, fire. I held out my hand and a flame appeared, flickering red and black.

Then wind, rushing past my skin in a spiral.

Earth cracked beneath me, rising and shaping into a jagged sword.

Water flowed from the air, coiling around my wrist like a serpent.

My heart pounded. And then came the deeper powers.

I closed my eyes.

I could hear thoughts. Distant whispers, flickers of fear. I opened them, and Seraphina flinched.

"Stop that," she said. "Don't pry into my mind."

"I didn't mean to."

"You're dangerous," she whispered, half in awe, half in fear.

Then I looked at a rock—and imagined it melting into sand. It obeyed.

"Reality…" I breathed. "I can change it."

And lastly, I reached into myself—into the black sigil—and pushed. A red glow leapt from my hand. It hovered in the air, then drifted to Seraphina's shoulder.

She gasped.

"You gave me some of your power," she said. "Why?"

"I don't want followers," I said. "I want allies."

She stared at me for a long moment.

"Then maybe… there's still some humanity in you."

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That night, as I drifted into sleep beneath the burning stars of a world not my own, I whispered to the wind:

"God… can you hear me now?"

There was no answer.

But for once, I didn't need one.

Because now, I was the one with power.

And I was coming for Him.