Kyotaru Yuuki, a middle age office worker.
He known for being an miserable clumsy pervert. Always mess up at everything. He got fired from his two previous two jobs because of his clumsiness. His hobbies are reading Hmanga, web novel. Ever since middle school, he's stressed by his own family problems.
The alarms lock rang loudly, Yuuki reaches out a hand from bed to turn it off. but in the process, he slipped and fell down from his bed "Ow!"
Yuuki stood up and slumped against the peeling wallpaper of his studio, the same heavy silence following him home that had haunted him since middle school.
"I've always been the local disaster," he said, his voice barely a rasp as he stared at his trembling, nicotine-dried fingers.
It wasn't just the two jobs that had chewed him up and spat him out—the first for a clumsy accident that wrecked a week's worth of inventory, and the second for a "boundary issue" that HR had labeled as predatory.
It was the crushing realization that he was still the same sweating, wide-eyed freak who had been shunned in the hallways of his youth.
He knew what people saw: a clumsy pervert who couldn't walk a straight line or keep his eyes where they belonged, a man who had finally stopped trying to be anything else.
-Few hours later-
Yuuki walked into the railway station, his footsteps echoed across the concrete platform. "Man, my back hurts kinda," He muttered, rubbing his back with his left hand while holding his office bag. Just then—
"—Meow" ???
His head snapped toward the sound, a small white kitten, sitting on railways track, licking it's paw cutely. Yuuki's eyes widen panic then without hesitation, he rushed forward, with groan he jumped into track with Swift motion and scooped the kitten into his arm.
The distant hum of train approaching failed to register;His mind was too focused on the kitty. "Damn you little goofball, what are you doing in track?" He laughed softly, the rumble of the engine vibrating through the tracks went completely ignored.
Yuuki patted the cat gently, but then it's jumped from his hand and landed on pavement. "Hey!, Wait up—" he reached hand toward the kitten but suddenly, a bone shaking roar of the train, the screech of iron on iron Snapped him back to reality, but it's was too late.
There was no time for scream—just a deafening metallic shriek as the air was sucked out of his lungs. The pilot engine caught him in mid-step, a sickening, wet thud that was instantly burried by roar grinding iron. His vision didn't fade—it shattered.
"That was quite painful... Is that how it's has to be end?"
He expected the void. He expected the end of his miserable, lonely existence.
Instead, he felt warmth.
It wasn't the sterile heat of a hospital or the humid smog of Shinjuku. It was the scent of sun drenched jasmine and clean linen. Something soft unbelievably soft was pressed against his cheek.
Kyotaru tried to groan, but his throat felt tight.
He forced his heavy eyelids open, bracing for the harsh fluorescent lights of a waiting room.
The lights never came.
Above him, a vaulted ceiling of lapis lazuli and gold leaf stretched toward a sky so blue it looked painted. He was being held. Not just held, but cherished.
"Look at him, Minoru," a voice hummed. It was a melody, a sound so rich it made Kyotaru's soul ache.
"He has your eyes. Exactly your eyes."
Kyotaru looked up, and his heart nearly stopped.
A woman with hair the color of the deep, midnight ocean was cradling him. This was Kyoki. She didn't look at him with the disgust of his old boss or the pity of his former classmates.
She looked at him like he was a miracle. Her gaze felt like a physical embrace, washing away the decades of shame he'd carried.
Beside her stood a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with hair like dancing flames. This was Minor. He reached out a massive, calloused hand—That gently brushed Kyotaru's forehead with the tenderness of a breeze.
"He's quiet," Minoru muttered, his voice vibrating in Kyotaru's chest like a distant thunderstorm.
"Observant. Like he's already seen the world and decided it wasn't enough."
Kyotaru stared at them, his middle-aged brain screaming in silent static. He looked down at his own hands—tiny, pudgy, and pink.
...I'm a baby?
Years passed, Kyotaru Yuuki—No, minoru ichikawa, has start to learn everything. Especially his parents;His parents weren't human, they are gods...
Minoru isn't just some king sitting on a throne; he's the literal source code of everything. To look at him is to realize that every mountain, every law of physics, and every breath someone ever taken was just a line of his script.
He doesn't rule the world—he is the world, a transcendent architect who views the entire timeline of human history as a single, static painting he can smudge or redraw with a flick of his finger. In his presence, the concept of power feels like a joke, because he's the one who decided what power even meant in the first place.
Kyoki, on the other hand, is the terrifying silence that exists before nothing was even a word. She is the Goddess of Existence itself, the boundary between is and is not. While Minoru builds the house, Kyoki is the very space the house occupies. She doesn't care about your soul or your sins; to her, you are just a flickering thought she hasn't bothered to blink away yet.
If she were to turn her gaze from you for even a microsecond, you wouldn't just die—you would be un-happened, erased so completely that even the concept of your existence would vanish from the fabric of reality.
They both occupy a hyper-dimensional throne that treats the laws of physics like mere suggestions. While humans struggle with gravity and entropy, Minoru and Kyoki operate on a frequency where universes are just bubbles in a vast, infinite ocean they've already mapped out a trillion times over.
"—Starting from tomorrow, you will go to school, Ichikawa," kyoki said, her voice cutting through the morning quiet.
"You're going to school with mortals and study with them without causing any trouble," Kyoki said, her eyes pinning him to his chair. "Your father and I... Decided to sent you to Ama-no-Gawa Academy since you're, An academy where teenagers in the mortal world would study since now you're 12."
"But before that," She reached out and took ichikawa's hand. Her grip was like a vise—warm, steady, and terrifyingly strong.
She slid the red band onto his finger.
The moment the metal touched his skin, Minoru felt a sickening thud in his chest. It felt as if a mountain had just sat on his soul. The roaring heat in his veins—the divine pressure he'd lived with since his first breath—didn't vanish. It was shoved behind a massive, leaden door.
"That's ninety-nine percent of your powers were gone," Kyoki whispered, leaning in until her eyes glowed with a faint, dangerous light. "The ring is a sinkhole. It eats the overflow so you don't accidentally tear a entire dimension just because you got frustrated."
She let go of his hand, her expression softening just a fraction, though the warning remained. "Don't take it off. Not for a bully, not for a girl, and definitely not to show off. If that seal breaks, your power would unleash. And I'm not ready to bury a planet just because you wanted to win a duel and importantly never use Devine magic."
"A-ah Got it mom!" ichikawa said, looking at the ring, dumbfounded.
It's been 12 year since I came to this world, and I gained a power of a god—eheh... This is so exciting. But since mom put the ring, My ninety nine percentage of Devine power has been sealed. Ichikawa certainly thought so.
"—One more thing," kyoki's voice cutting through his train of thoughts, making him jump slightly. "Even with one percentage of the power, you could cause a unimaginable annihilation—So be careful." With that, she stoop up gracefully, leaving him with curiosity and excitements.
"Alright, mom already teached me how to use my powers without causing any destruction before, but still she locked my 99% of power behind this ring! That's no fun! Hmph!" Ichikawa sulked, a small pouty expression on his face.
The next day, ichikawa walked into the school campus, looking around curiously.
"Ama-no-Gawa Academy... The academy where peoples study and learn—well that's what schools for, aren't they?. I better be calm and make some friends." He thought to himself, looking at the red band in his finger before start walking faster.
As ichikawa walked through hallways, he noticed many students are nervous, probably their first day too. As he stepped into his classroom, he saw many students are chatting together, some are scribbling in their note. He took a deep breath before walked into classroom and took a seat near window.
Just then the bell ringed loudly, signalling start of the class. teacher entered the classroom, the class fell silent and looking at him. A tall man with brown hair and brown eyes, walked in with serious expression, just then. He slipped on a pencil in floor and fell down hard with a 'OOF', students burst into laughter and giggles.
Ichikawa jumps slightly in seat, looked surprised. "What the!?, Why do he have to slip in first day of school?" He muttered under breath sympathetically. The teacher on other hand, quickly stood up and cleared his throat loudly, the laughter abruptly stopped in classroom.
He walked to board and then turned to look at the nervous faces in class. "Hello students, I'm your classroom teacher, My name is yoshiro," he spoked surprisingly In loud, cheerful voice. His eyes landed on ichikawa who staring, lost into Train of thoughts already "Hey! You! Focus on class" yoshiro called out, making ichikawa snapped out to reality, his face turned bright red in embarrassment and stuttered out. "A-AH! forgive me sensei!"
"Alright, now listen everyone, since today is your first day. Im gonna teach you basics things of mana." He walked over to board and drew a diagram.
"◆ Killing weaker enemies: Small growth
◆ Training: slowly increases mana capacity
◆ killing equal opponents: moderate growth
◆ killing stronger opponents: major growth
◆ Surviving extreme near-death battles: triggers Breakpoint Expansion (huge leap)"
"alright class, the diagram I drew now is called 'Apex Mana System,' apex mana is a energy that used for magic, powers boost that everyone have it inside them and it could used for increasing your strength and agility if you learn control of your apex mana." Yoshiro finished writing and leaned back slightly as he looked at everyone.
"But if you use your apex mana too much, it may cause you massive exhaustion when mana drained" yoshiro he explained, meanwhile, ichikawa on his desk, trying to focus on lesson but an small amount of dust flew from nowhere and goes into his nose as he breath it.
"M-mph!" He clutches his nose, trying not to sneeze. Yoshiro didn't noticed his struggle, focused on lesson, but ichikawa couldn't control anymore so he let out a small, supressed sneeze. But even with that small sneeze, a small wind erupted from his nose and goes under a girl's desk infront of him and her skirt blown up instantly, making her clutches it, but not before ichikawa sees what's there inside "Oh..."
Ichikawa quickly looked away, trying to act nonchalantly "Pink..."