The sky was already broken.
Clouds spiraled like shattered glass as two figures clashed high above the Earth. Every collision sent shockwaves rippling through the heavens—boom after boom, as if the world itself was screaming.
One of them hovered calmly in the chaos.
He had white hair, a long black coat, and a smile so twisted it sent chills through the air. One of his eyes burned crimson red, the other icy blue. He stood as if the destruction around him meant nothing.
He was the God of Destruction.
The Demon King.
Yamoru Kayeish.
Across from him floated his opponent—radiant and resolute. Blonde hair, sharp eyes, and a flawless white knight uniform that glowed with divine light.
He was the God of Creation.
The hero who stood against ruin.
Akira Shindora.
Their fists collided.
The explosion that followed tore through the sky like thunder ripping reality apart.
Far below them, on the ruined land, a red-haired woman watched in silence. Her eyes glowed with elemental power as the ground trembled beneath her feet.
She was the Fourth God—
The God of All Elements.
"…Damn," she muttered.
The battle raged on, seeming endless—as if it had already lasted thousands of years.
"When is this going to stop?" she asked.
A deep, aged voice answered her.
"Just let them have their fun."
An old man stood nearby, arms crossed, his presence heavy with war itself. He was the Fifth God, the God of War.
Not far from him, a pink-haired girl clasped her hands together nervously.
"But Master will be furious," she said softly. "There will be punishment… and I don't want that to happen to Akira."
She was the Third God, the God of Love.
Nearby, a man yawned loudly, looking utterly bored.
"So annoying…" he muttered.
The Sixth God—the God of Emotions—clearly felt none at the moment.
Then, suddenly—
"ENOUGH!!!"
The world froze.
A woman with pure white hair stepped forward, her eyes sharp and commanding. Power radiated from her presence alone.
The Seventh God.
The God of Manipulation.
Their Master.
Yamoru and Akira's fists stopped inches from colliding. Both turned toward her.
Yamoru scowled. "Hey! Why did you stop us? I was about to win!"
Her eyebrows twitched. "I didn't create you idiots just to fight like dogs and cats."
Yamoru blinked. "…So who's the dog?"
The other gods burst out laughing.
Her eye twitched again. "If you want to fight like animals," she snapped, "then go find yourselves a visa."
Yamoru laughed darkly. "I don't need some mortal rules to control me."
She smiled coldly. "Oh? And I don't mean just you."
All the gods fell silent.
"This is now a competition," she continued. "Whoever can defeat the gods, subdue demons, and collect their ords will be granted—"
She paused.
"—any wish they desire."
Every god's eyes widened.
Yamoru's smile deepened. Any wish…
Akira clenched his fist.
The God of Manipulation grinned. "And to make it more interesting… every human will be granted an ability. You'll have to fight through them to reach the top."
Silence swallowed the world.
Yamoru laughed. "Now this will be interesting."
Akira nodded. "We understand."
Portals opened around them. One by one, the gods disappeared.
As Yamoru vanished, his voice echoed—
"I'll get my wish… no matter what."
Akira replied calmly, "I won't let you."
The God of Manipulation watched them go, smiling softly.
"I wonder… who will win."
She snapped her fingers.
A Few Months Later
A peaceful city basked under the morning sun. Birds sang. People walked the streets, unaware that their world had already changed.
Inside a small apartment, a boy yawned as he climbed out of bed.
"My name is Kazunori Arakuma," he said lazily. "Just a normal high school student."
He washed his face, stared at his reflection—messy black hair, brown eyes, nothing special—and brushed his teeth.
As he dressed in his black school uniform, his thoughts drifted.
Let me ask you something, he thought.
What's more important—your life, or money?
Walking through the school gates, surrounded by noisy students, he sighed.
To me, money is more important than life. Without it, there's nothing. With money, people start liking you. That's just how it works.
He stopped in front of his classroom.
"This is my class…"
He sighed again and opened the door.
The moment he stepped inside—
Time slowed.
A girl with long black hair sat by the window, quietly reading a book. The wind gently lifted her hair as sunlight framed her figure.
Kazunori froze.
She looked up, closed her book, and slipped it into her bag.
For just a second, Kazunori caught the cover.
A Naruto manga.
He instantly looked away, pretending he saw nothing.
The bell rang. Students rushed in, bumping into him without apology. He stumbled, sighed, and searched for a seat.
Only one was empty.
Next to her.
With another tired sigh, he sat down.
Introductions began.
"Kazunori Arakuma," he said plainly.
Then she stood.
"Reika Aokari."
Her voice was cold. Controlled.
Whispers spread instantly.
"An Aokari?"
"Isn't her father the president?"
"Why is she even in this school?"
Kazunori rested his chin on his hand, bored.
So I'm sitting next to the richest girl on the planet… great.
After School
Reika remained seated long after the bell rang.
Kazunori noticed.
She has no friends, he thought. Figures.
As he picked up his bag, she suddenly spoke.
"Wait."
He turned. "Me?"
"I'm thirsty," she said. "Can you buy me a drink?"
He frowned. "Why don't you go yourself?"
"…I can't."
He understood immediately.
"…People don't like your father."
She nodded.
He sighed. "Fine."
She handed him money. "Black coffee."
He stared. "Seriously?"
She looked away, embarrassed.
He laughed awkwardly and left.
That Evening
On the way home, Kazunori noticed something wrong.
Six boys blocked Reika's path.
"…Should I help?" he muttered.
Nope. I'll get killed.
Then—
His father's voice echoed in his mind.
If someone's in danger, help them. No matter what.
"…What a drag."
He ran back.
And that was when the truth was revealed.
Demons.
Magic circles.
A sword of white light.
Reika wasn't human.
Neither… was Kazunori.
When the demon nearly killed her, Kazunori screamed inside—
I NEED POWER!!!
A voice answered.
You want power?
And when Kazunori stood again—
His wounds healed.
His eyes burned red.
"I'll explain," he said calmly.
"I am the Demon King."
Yamoru. God of Destruction.
With one punch—
The demon vanished.
"I'm back," Yamoru laughed.
Destruction rained down.
Then—
SMASH.
A blonde man appeared, knocking Yamoru unconscious.
"Calm down," he sighed.
He looked at Reika and smiled.
"So… the gods Yamoru and Akira, huh?"
"This will be interesting."
A portal opened.
They disappeared.
Next Times on the battles between gods