"Zzz…"
A faint sleeping sound echoed through a narrow alley filled with dustbins and the stale scent of rain-soaked garbage.
It came from a boy — homeless, nameless, and eighteen.
He had lost everything, except the one thing he no longer wanted: his life.
To him, it was nothing more than a burden in a world that refused to welcome him.
He sat slumped against a cracked wall, sleeping in the cold.
The city's neon lights flickered weakly above him, trembling like dying fireflies.
Even in his dreams, the scars of pain dragged him into nightmares.
For him, reality and fantasy were the same—two cages with different locks.
Some called him the bringer of misfortune.
He never denied it. How could he, when the world itself agreed?
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Pitter-patter.
Rain began to fall—gentle at first, then heavier, as if the sky pitied him.
He stirred awake, his clothes soaked, his mind drifting between despair and madness.
"This emotion…" he muttered, staring blankly at the puddles. "It keeps growing stronger with every obstacle that stops me from living a normal life. It's only a matter of time before it overflows. Maybe… that's what I've been waiting for all along."
A bitter laugh escaped his lips.
"Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Talking to myself like this. But who else would talk to me?"
His eyes glowed faintly. "If everything in this world can be used, then why not desire?
And if desire can be used…"
He smirked. "…then it's time. It's now or never."
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High above, on the edge of a rooftop, a man watched him quietly.
He looked about twenty—tall, sharp-eyed, and untouched by the falling rain.
Not a single drop dared to cling to him.
"So, it begins," he murmured.
"Let this world taste the pain it created. Humans… they can be brighter than angels, yet darker than devils. Time to prove that truth."
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Footsteps.
A garbageman appeared, muttering curses under his breath.
The sight of the boy blocking his path made him scowl.
"Hey, bastard!" he shouted. "Move it! Or I'll dump this trash on you—at least then you'll finally be useful as garbage!"
The boy didn't react.
The man laughed cruelly. "What? Cat got your tongue, loser? You're not even worth—"
"Rest in peace already," the boy interrupted, voice calm and hollow. "Garbageman."
A black aura rippled out from his body—dark, suffocating, alive.
It devoured the space around him, swallowing light and sound.
The air grew thick, like the world itself was holding its breath.
"DIE."
BOOM.
The man's body burst apart—no sound, no scream, just… gone.
Not even the echo of the explosion reached the street.
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On the rooftop, the watcher's eyes widened.
"...No sound? Impossible!" he hissed. "Could it be… he possesses more than one desire?
A Special One!?"
Panic crawled up his spine. "This is bad… really bad…"
He searched for the boy—but the spot where he had been sitting was empty.
"Wait… where—"
"…"
The watcher froze.
The boy was standing right behind him.
Rain still fell, but none of it touched either of them.
Only silence remained—cold, heavy, and waiting.
The boy's eyes, empty yet endless, met his.
"Who are you?" the watcher whispered.
The boy smiled faintly—a smile that belonged to someone who had already buried his humanity.
"Call me whatever you want," he said softly. "But don't call me alive… unless you're ready to die with the world."
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"You want to die as well?"
The words sliced through the rain like a blade.
The watcher—once calm and determined to complete his mission—now felt the crushing weight of reality.
He had underestimated the boy.
His hands trembled, his heartbeat thundered, and sweat poured down his temples.
But strangely… it wasn't fear.
It was excitement.
"To be honest," he said with a smirk, "I want to run. But it's been a while since I've felt this alive."
The boy tilted his head, expression unreadable.
"Let's see then."
The man clenched his fists and shouted,
"DOMAIN OF FIRE!!"
Blaaazing!
BOOOOOOM!!
In an instant, the world ignited.
The entire street, the buildings, even the air itself burst into crimson flame.
Within a kilometer radius, everything should have turned to ash.
Should have.
Because after a few seconds, when the smoke cleared—
Nothing had changed.
No fire.
No damage.
No sound.
The boy stood there, untouched.
The world around them was as quiet as before, as if reality itself refused to acknowledge what had happened.
> How…?
The fire user's mind spiraled.
Did my Domain even activate? Or is the gap between us so vast that my reality doesn't even exist to him?
He staggered back, disbelief twisting into madness.
"W–What the hell…!?"
The Domain of Fire had consumed all his energy. He had bet everything—and lost.
That power could have reduced an entire district to ashes, killing over a thousand people instantly.
But he hadn't thought about that. He never cared about consequences.
That's why people called him a man who doesn't give a damn about the world.
Now, the world didn't give a damn about him either.
He laughed hysterically, even as his knees gave way.
"Hahaha! I'm done for! I wish I'd sinned even more—after all, I'm going to hell anyway! Might as well bring more firewood to become the King of Hell! Hahahahahaha!!"
"Nothing matters anymore!!"
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The boy's eyes glowed crimson, and his body trembled with energy.
The black aura thickened—darker, heavier—until it seemed to devour the air itself.
Red lightning crackled around his irises, dancing like veins of rage.
He moved.
In a single instant, faster than thought, he grabbed the fire user's face.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he slammed him downward with a single hand—
shattering concrete, steel, and silence itself.
They fell.
Through the wall.
Through the ground.
Through twenty thousand feet of rock and darkness.
Impact.
The tremor rippled like a heartbeat from the earth's core.
When it ended, the fire user was already in his grave.
The boy stood over the crater, his shadow rising with the black smoke.
His voice echoed like the whisper of judgment.
> "The era of mine has already begun."
"Neither good nor evil matter to me anymore. The world didn't care—so why should I?"
"I am what this world made me… and I accept it."
He looked up at the rain still falling through the shattered skyline.
> "So let the world burn."
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TO BE CONTINUED…