The neon lights of Tokyo reflected on the wet streets, coloring the night in shades of blue and red.
The rain had stopped minutes ago, but the air still carried the scent of asphalt and electricity.
Among the sea of umbrellas, one shadow walked alone.
A black hoodie, black pants, headphones over his ears, and eyes as dark as midnight—Kurayami.
Each step was deliberate, heavy, echoing with anger.
"This world… it took everything from me. Now it will pay. I will take revenge."
Every step carried fire in his chest. The world had wronged him, and now it was his turn to burn it all down.
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Flashback — Nepal
The memory struck sharp and merciless.
He had been walking home from school, the terraced fields glowing in the late afternoon sun.
That was when he saw her—the girl he loved—being dragged away by her father.
"Stop! What are you doing to her?!"
Her father's sneer cut deep.
"She's of a higher caste. You're nothing. You have no say. You will obey."
Kurayami's voice shook with rage.
"I love her! I won't let you do this!"
But before he could act, men surrounded him and beat him mercilessly.
Pain, humiliation, helplessness—chains forged by caste and cruelty.
Through the blur of blood and fists, he saw her tears. She cried, powerless, as he was beaten down.
Staggering home, his mother gasped at his wounds.
"What happened to you?"
"I just… wanted to be with her. I don't care about caste."
But his father roared,
"This is our world! You will obey!"
Kurayami shut himself in his room, drowning in despair.
His YouTube channel, his unfinished manga, his dreams—nobody cared.
But deep inside, a fire refused to die.
And then… a voice.
"This world is filled with lies, deceit, and division. Awaken. I will give you strength."
He remembered the words of his favorite anime character:
"Wake up to reality. Only then can you gain the strength to change it."
His pain became purpose.
His suffering became resolve.
His lost love became fuel.
He would rise.
He would fight.
He would rewrite this world.
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Present — Japan
Kurayami vanished from the crowd, reappearing atop a tall building.
The cold wind tugged at his coat as the city lights sparkled below like fireflies.
"It's time," he muttered. "Time to begin my true purpose."
A darker voice echoed inside him.
"First… build your own team. And then… sacrifice yourself for this world. That is the only path left."
The words were poison, but he accepted them.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished again, emerging inside a dimly lit office.
A man sat at a desk, flipping through papers.
He looked up, his hands trembling.
"Wh–who are you?"
Before the question could finish, a single slash ended him.
Blood splattered across the floor, and the man collapsed, lifeless.
Kurayami gazed coldly at the corpse.
"These filthy people… the ministers, the leaders—they are the true chaos. I will erase them. One by one."
And then—he laughed.
A laugh not of j
oy, but of madness.
It echoed through the office, spreading like a curse upon the world.
Author note
I am warning you please read this story after 18
And this story have only four chapter left