Version: Mk 4.1

Alright guys, this is getting mildly ridiculous…

over 8.6k words wasted bc I can’t properly plan how a story is supposed to go. :|

sorry for the long wait, I have to do everything with thought put into how the story needs to unfold. I REALLY don’t want to have to use something like retcon… (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retroactive_continuity)

Spoiler : Were you expecting to find something here? Actually, there was something here earlier, but I changed my mind because the great I has a bucket.

Author’s notice: To avoid potential misunderstandings, this isn’t the future world of earth where the protagonist of [the Legendary Moonlight Serial-Killer] lives.

I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have felt complete without writing at least a one-shot like that on royalroadl…

The world [was] actually a simulation of earth with magic (but like secret society harry potter ish)

Like, the secret society part of harry potter. None of those dumb wands and shit. Swish and flicker lol.

Also, the thing with the 「」 (insert name here) is dumb. They’re like crutches and it’s really hard to use them on my iphone. After 6.8k words using those pieces of crap and a piece of software called “ditto,” I’m done. It can burn (electronically) for all I care!

Well shit. Headnotes took up half a page. Whatevz… just the dumb ramblings of a confused ?????.

Without further ado, here you have it boiz and grills, the abomination you’ve all been waiting for! (but it’s mk. iv so hopefully less so)

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Warning: This web novel may *potentially* contain offensive content (such as math, likely incorrect at that...) not suitable for more sensitive audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

I’m really sorry, I really don’t know how this turned into a math lecture….

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Chapter 1 (Mk iv)

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Whiteness.

I’m not trying to be racist here, but everything in my surroundings is white.

I’m literally standing on a white platform. It extends infinitely in all directions, as if the world’s skybox itself is white.

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skybox_(video_games))

Honestly, the bed I’m lying on is really out of place. Where should I start?

Well, first of all, it’s a light blue… and the words “#1 GOD” are on the blankets.

Am I in some god’s realm? I’m not a god, that’s for sure.

Just then, my thoughts are interrupted by a girl’s voice

“Hello, my name is Izumi and I was the god of the realm that was here. Welcome to my home.”

I turn around and find a girl with platinum hair standing casually behind me. She is wearing glasses and a small book bag is hanging loosely from her shoulder. I guess she is one of those stereotypical college bookworm types.

But a goddess?

“What do you mean by goddess?”

She pauses for a second and thinks.

“Well, nothing much really. Just I am able to influence certain things on my domain.” She then pauses again. “Actually, I’m a bit fuzzy on the details as well. I kinda accidentally teleported myself into the sun and 『The Ascension Protocol』 started. Afterwards I was given a new solar system and everything within twenty-four light hours around the sun as my domain.”

Ehh? You can become a god?

“So you threw yourself into the sun and you became a god.” Why didn’t I think of that?!

“Basically.” She said, adding in, “Although you won’t be able to do it, because I ate something called ‘Purification Jelly’ before I died… it was before I was sacrificed to Sylvaril.”

So Izumi came from Earth? That’s interesting.

Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she asked, “Anyways, who are you and how did you get into this system?”

She’s kinda cute actually (not in *that* way u fool)

“I destroyed Sylvaril’s capital and the next thing I know it gets really cold for a moment. We searched for that bastard for ten years… and in the end he just shows up like it’s a bad joke or something.”

Suddenly, Izumi gets really angry. “Sylvaril did that?! The first time he showed up, he turns all my followers into satanists! As if me dying before I was killed for his entertainment was some kind of insult!”

In her fit of rage, she grabbed me and started shaking, “And then, on his second visit, when he realized he was screwed and couldn’t teleport away from the crystal… HE ENDED MY WORLD BY SUICIDE BOMBING MY SUN!

I froze as I realized the implications. Dick move man, real dick move.

“Supernova ehh?”

When matter and antimatter is combined, they annihilate each other releasing energy (J) equivalent to its mass (kg) times the speed of light squared. (e=mc^2)

However, when a soul is annihilated, energy equivalent to its mass to its fourth times the speed of light to the eighth is released. (eS = (mc^2)^4) (author’s derp note: doesn’t exist, i made it up (FOURTH WALLLL~))

A god’s soul is at least a thousand hypothetical kilograms. How does it fit, you may ask… but the answer is simple! It extends *vertically* through a fourth dimension, naturally. The very first god’s soul probably formed in a black hole through millennias of quark degeneration until a soul finally formed.

Since your soul is packed into your body at birth, it is filled with a new infinitesimally small new soul created from a single joule of mana by a magic circuit hardcoded into your genes. Then, if it’s lucky, a rare recycled soul adds it’s memories, personality and soul mass. (Requires 〖Reduce, Reuse, Recycle〗 from the 『Management』 Skill tree.)

(author’s note: i did the maths so like the mass of your soul would be m = (1 Joule / (c^8))^(¼)) so like 1.11265006 × 10^-17 (hypothetical) kg for those of you who were curious… what… no one? .-.

Well, guess what? more math! e = m^4c^8, e = 1000^4*speed_of_light^8, e = 6.52477625 × 10^79 oh gawd that might have been overkill…. average supernovae are like 10^45 J or something, over like 10 seconds too :/

ps. this is such a big number that if an object of 1 kg was had this much kinetic energy, it would travel at 99.999999999999999999999999999998144299453598000867% the speed of light creating a time dilation that causes 5,190,761,255,631,700.819 seconds to elapse at the observer before a single second elapsed on the 1kg object

I needed http://www.ttmath.org/online_calculator to calculate this since google calculator kept returning 1 - 3.7114011^(-32) as 1)

“You mean they’ve all been…”

“Yeah. All my stuff is gone.”

“How the hell did you get that much energy into an anti-soul crystal?!”

Oh yeah, the sketchy magic! “A fancy magic formation using the energy of our star to draw out energy from all surrounding stars less than twelve parsecs (AN: parsecs are an actual thing… not just some crap I made up) from us. Suzuki, our mastermind made it... wasn’t it effective?”

“... So the our sun suddenly cooling and nearly causing an ice age was YOUR fault?” Her face lit up into a wide smile, borderlining maliciousness, “I know I should be mad, but I just want you as my apostle more now…”

Without bothering to ask any more, she sandwiched my right hand between both of her’s, and ambient red light began to flow between us.

Red lines connect themselves between us, weaving a beautiful matrix of threads between us. Then, she planted a light kiss onto the back of my hand.

The second her lips touched my hand, the red fibers instantly solidified and lerped (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linear_interpolation linear interpolation, aka lerp, except on the RGB scale n stuffz) into a violent shade of purple before vanishing.

“So, now you are my apostle… forever. You can’t leave.”

“Well, that’s fine since I didn’t plan leaving.”

“Now, as my apostle, you are entitled to a single (1) perk! I can also resurrect you when you die if you still have a soul… although it takes a lot of points so don’t die or lose your soul.”

“The resurrection part is pretty sweet, but only one perk? Sylvaril’s apostles that tried to kill us had a few hundred…”

“Well, I’m sorry for not existing since creation; I became a god like ten years ago and I spent all my influence points on books! The only reason I even have this is because I had high mana affinity during my life, so I was granted 〖Mana Regen I 〗 from the 『Strength to Fanatics』 Skill tree during my ascension. And yes, I agree, the resurrection part is great”

“I get such a cool skill and I can’t even use it on myself since gods can’t use mana,” she complained.

Casually, tapping through some GUIs (god user interface lolz) to the 『Buff Management Screen』, she selected the only person on the list and applied 〖Mana Regen I〗.

“This apostle stuff sounds interesting.” Turning around, I lay down on the blue bed. “Having a friend that can’t die is a refreshing change as well. So, what do we do for the rest of… eternity?”

With a completely serious face, she said, “Read about parliamentary procedures.”

Oh no, not even Sylvaril wou-

“Pfft” Izumi turned away. That was one awkward sneeze.

“You’re kidding, right?” I’ve been had! Forced to read about parliamentary procedures for the rest of eternity! It’s like a marriage, but not even death will do us part… The entire criminal underground could murder me (Reference to Shi ga Futari wo Wakatsu made)and she’d just resurrect me again! It’s impossible to assemble another soul crystal for myself with her over my shoulder… orz.

She responded, grinning like a fool “Of course I’m kidding, I’ve got an entire library here… along with cs go and starcraft.”

“Not that you could beat me in any of those” she muttered.

Really? I was a professional before Sylvaril ruined my life. “Bet”

---- an hour later ----

As expected, I 16-0’d her in cs:go (perfect victory m8), but lost terribly at starcraft...

“Zerg rushing isn’t fair…”

“Being a human aimbot isn’t fair…”

Heh, I’ve forgotten how fun living carelessly was. However, it doesn’t feel right. As my emotional detachment wears off, I begin to think, ‘how is it, that my comrades, my closest friends… all paid the ultimate price… yet here I am- reaping all the benefits?’

Izumi suddenly looks at me worriedly, “are you okay?” Am I really that easy to read?

I nod slowly. “I’m fine.”

She frowned almost imperceptibly, “you don’t look fine to me.”

Back when I was married to Shiro in Akihabara, life was peaceful and happy. Shiro was the most beautiful woman I ever met, and likely that I’ll ever meet.

Shiro was the popular one in our group. Whenever Shiro was around, we were all happy.

But that all ended one day. I was going home after being on a business trip for two years; I was finally going to see my daughter for the first time. I was so excited that I was ready to call Shiro about my daughter!

But then, halfway down the space elevator from SubOrbital-Skybase: Evangelion III, we got a rare broadcast authorized by Sylvaril, himself.

When I saw the broadcast, my blood chilled. I saw my wife, completely naked, with her wrists tied above her head and legs held apart by shackles. Tears could be clearly seen, streaming down her cheeks.

She tried to cover her chest and nether region, but she was tightly anchored. Her feeble attempts to escape only emphasized the fact that she had no control.

I could only watch in silent horror as the three apostles of Sylvaril defiled my wife.

A frozen memory resurfaced from long ago.

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(The following contains explicit content not suitable for more sensitive audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. If you wish to skip this scene, go down to the line of ‘=’. The important thing to note is that this deeply fucked up Takuma Konoe.)

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The three apostles stood side by side, without averting their eyes to the obscene scene of Shiro struggling.

“Please, help me!”

The blonde, green eyed apostle moved forward; an expression of mixed disgust and lewdness on his face. Looking down on Shiro, as if seeing a disgusting roach.. whilst eyeing her like a piece of meat.

Comparable only to a noble watching a purchased slave girl.

Then, stepping forwards, the dirty bastard took Shiro’s breasts into his hand and started fondling her.

The other two came around and started hitting her, causing her immense pain.

“Please, NO! Stop! Kyaa! Don’t touch me there, please!”

Suddenly, the blonde slapped her.

“TELL ME YOU LIKE IT, BITCH!”

Shaking with pain and fear, she feebly cried, “No! I’ll only ever love Takuma!”

As if seized by the fists of the devil himself, the three began a regiment of torture by electrocution, whipping, and pain enhancement drugs that lasted ten minutes.

Even as she was subjected to such pain, her mind held firm.

She would resist all the demands thrown at her.

Then, the second apostle smiled. It was not the pleasant smile seen on the innocent and naive. It was a cold, malicious, smile of a predator. A predator who had just cornered a victim. The chilling smile distorted his face, making his blue hair look not like a serenic beauty, but rather the frozen flames from hell itself.

Bending over, he whispered something into Shiro’s ear.

Shiro sobbed.

Then, my nightmare of a world turned into a story crafted by Satan himself.

It was in that moment that her will was crushed.

Tears flowing from eyes devoid of hope, a body covered in horrendous wounds… stood a broken woman.

The blue haired apostle spoke softly. “Say it.”

Within the period of eleven minutes, my wife utterly transformed from the energetic, lively woman I knew, into a walking corpse.

“Please fuck me. I like it when you do bad things to me.”

The three fucked her there. For every time they hurt her, I’ll pay them back a millionfold.

After they finished up inside of her, they invited more degenerates on.

The restrictive bindings were no longer needed, so they were taken off.

I watched as thirty-seven guest degenerates fucked her in every way possible. I took pictures of their faces and recorded the severity of their crimes.

The ones that did especially cruel things, like fuck her open wounds, would get a special gift.

A very, very special gift. Not only for the offender, but for their entire bloodline.

In the end, they simply left her onstage. When she flatlined, the scene ended and we were switched back to the regularly scheduled program.

Unforgivable.

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When we were constructing the anti-soul crystal, we had a lot of downtime… after all, the crystal took twenty years to fully charge.

I slowly went around the world and found the thirty seven degenerates. Over time, I killed off their entire extended families before finishing the culprits themselves in the most brutal manner possible.

Death by shredding.

Skinned and dissected by your own children.

Crucified and forced to eat rusty nails.

But, by far my favorite, was my special gift.

Five had committed atrocities that no act of reprisal could ever wipe away.

After breaking their psyches, I had skilled surgeons amputate all their limbs, their eyes, their ears- eardrum and all, their digestive tract, and had them hooked up to a machine that would oxygenate their blood and add nutrients to their blood… to keep them alive for the rest of eternity.

Their pain receptors were artificially forced onto maximum.

NMDA receptor inhibitors were given to wipe their memories and resistance to pain.

Eternal life… Endless torture. (urgot from LOL if u will)

After witnessing what I did to those five, my friends stopped talking to me in casual speech. It was as if a rift had opened up between us. (AN: lol cliche much?)

Sadly, I never did find the three apostles.

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After forcing myself out of that nightmare of a flashback, I realized… the nightmare isn’t over yet. The three are still alive.

“I need to go to Earth. I have unfinished business to complete.”

“Before you go,” said Izumi, “I need to tell you one last thing.”

Sitting up straighter, she asked, “Do you know why you’re alive? Do you honestly think that it’s because of luck?”

I don’t know how, but while I was reading, I got an SOS from a girl named Suzuki. In the message, she begged me to save you and give this to you.”

She reached into her pocket and handed me a recording crystal.

“Good luck… I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she said while invoking the teleport.

Spoiler : There’s a reason that izumi didn’t save them all, it just doesn’t make sense in the plot to do so atm…. soz

As the edges of space distort, I prepare myself for the hunt.

Izumi has a worried face. How nostalgic.

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When space unwraps itself, I find that I’m standing by myself in the middle of a circle formed by twelve thrones.

On each throne, sits a thing that is so disfigured it is difficult to believe them to be ‘alive.’

“Who are you?! What is this place?! Why am I here?!”

A thing that can only be described as a winged-toad with the beak of a raven answers my question in a hoarse voice. “Ahhh, so many questions… but nonetheless...”

Clearing its throat, it begins, in an unchanged, hoarse voice, “We are the ancients, the very first gods. You are currently standing in Olympus, realm of the True Gods. You are here because you have Attribute ■■■■, in other words, you are our experiment… and we have volunteered you to play a game with us.”

“A game? Why me?!”

“Because we have found you to be, quite frankly… most disappointing.”

“Indeed,” laughed a raven with the feet of a human. Continuing, it sang in a dramatic voice, “in the fury of your revenge, you have targeted the guilty and the innocent alike! In the process to avenge your fallen waifu, you have completely lost any and all regard to the value of human life!”

“How does human life hold any value to you?!” I retort

“It doesn’t, however, we wish to see what happens if you are shown the errors in your ways as part of the experiment!” replied a weird eel-slug.

“I don’t care about your experiment. I just want my revenge.”

“Oh, you’ll get your revenge alright… More revenge than you’d ever hope to want in your miserable, eternal life… heeheehee!” Cackled the raven.

I don’t like the sound of that…

As the edges of space twist and I hear a voice, “Oh, just because they live an eternal life, they think they’re in control… They think they’re in charge of their fate! I absolutely love it!”

Space folds and it gets cold.

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When space unfolds, I find three people standing in front of me.

A blonde with green eyes, a black haired muscular man, and a tall blue haired man.

The three apostles.

They are held in gruesome contraptions and gagged.

A slime appears and morphs into the eel-worm, who says, “Welcome to your first trial!” Turning towards the three trapped men, he cackles, “These are the three wretches that broke and raped your wife!”

Continuing, as if singing a serenade, “You have a horrible obsession, Takuma Konoe! You have a maniacal compulsion to avenge what you have lost! Revenge alone is not a problem, but misjudge your priorities!”

Then, in a softer hoarse voice, so low that it may have been mistaken as a whisper, he said “Will you be able to forgive and forget all that you’ve lost, for the sake of saving what you have left? For the sake of saving the only thing you have left?!”

Raising his voice again, he continued his insane speech, “Each of these men here, represent something absolutely vital to the survival of your daughter!”

Suddenly, my blood runs cold.

Completely oblivious to my shock, the eel-slug rambles on. Pointing at the blonde with his head in a clamp, he said, “The first man here, represents your daughter’s mind! If he dies, your daughter will go irrevocably insane! Heeeheehee! The next man,” he said, pointing at the black haired man, “represents your daughter’s body! Without him, your daughter will be reduced to ash!” Finally, signalling towards the blue haired man covered in runes, “This last one, represents your daughter’s soul! Without him, your daughter is but an empty vessel!”

This is insane. These men hurt Shiro… yet they hold the key to the survival of my daughter! I’ll kill them later.

Suddenly reverting to an emotionless state, he asks, “Do you have what it takes, to forgive? To sacrifice what you’ve already lost in order to save what you have? Or will you succumb to your hatred… and truly understand, what it means to lose… EVERYTHING!”

I’ll fucking kill them AND get my daughter back.

Smiling, I say, “Alrighty then. How do I play?”

Thoroughly amused, eel-slug sings, “Nothing comes without a price, teeheehee! The game starts when I say go! Ironically enough, if you truly wish for these men to die, you need not do anything at all! After sixty seconds, the release mechanisms will no longer work… dooming these men to a painful death… however, if you wish to save them, you must make a sacrifice; nothing comes without a price!”

Now in erotic glee, the eel-slug begins to chant like a shoutcaster. “To save your daughter’s mind, you must sacrifice your wedding ring! The ring will be crushed in place of his head! To save your daughter’s body, you must sacrifice a skill… to be specific… Your soul magic! And for your daughter’s soul… you must pay with your love and hate. You will lose all memories regarding Shiro.”

All memories… I can’t do that…

Just then, the crow with human feet appears. “This is too exciting for me to miss! I must see this in pers-”

“Ehhh, Wistcia-san, this was supposed to be my game show,” The eel-slug complained.

Suddenly, the other mistakes of nature start appearing.

“Wow I’m on a gameshow! Hi Mom!”

“I’m right next to you, you idiot!”

“Kyaa! We believe in you, Takuma!”

“You can do it!”

Then, in a fit of rage, the eel-slug screams, “GET OUT,” and all but Wistcia disappear, crestfallen.

“What a joke…” eel-slug mutters. “Whatever… you can start now. Make your decision… or lack thereof.. kekeke”

Waving his hand, a sixty second timer starts.

I walk up to the man with the hat. The clamping hat of death.

I take off my wedding ring. Oh the memories, I distinctly remember my wedding. “She was so beautiful… everything was still beautiful back then,” I mutter, to nobody in particular.

“Precisely because of her great value, was the loss tremendous!” The slug bellowed, dramatically. (AN: Pandora’s actor, anyone?)

I carefully drop the ring into a cup with an arrow, and watch the sapphire ring tumble in. What a pity… the ring matched the color of her eyes so perfectly.

As it hits the bottom of the styrofoam cup, the cup instantly contracts and pulverizes the ring into a fine dust.

A red led on the side of the hat turns green, and he falls to his knees with tears in his eyes.

45 seconds.

Arriving at the second man, I touch the ‘skillwipe86’ button. I don’t feel any different, but the red light turned green, so I walk towards the last man.

40 seconds.

On the last man, there is a magic formation drawn on him. I guess I’m supposed to touch his forehead.

How am I supposed to choose? I don’t want to choose.

*Sigh*

I let my arms drop to my sides, accidentally hitting my pocket in the process.

I suddenly hear Suzuki’s voice. “Takuma, if you are listening to this… it’s highly likely that w-we’ll never see each other again.”

I instantly reach down and pull out the recording crystal.

“B-Because of that, I trust that you’ve now found out that Sylvaril being the enemy… is a massive farce. If you don’t believe me, simply try to remember back to our final confrontation with Sylvaril. There should be no memories. The supernova(AN: cake) was a lie.”

I thought back… and to my absolute horror, there were no memories.

25 seconds.

Slowly, Suzuki’s voice gains intensity. “The person actually behind Shiro’s horrible demise was the ‘Holy God’ Kaori. The whole nuke project was designed to kill Kaori’s mind control archmage on Earth, while also fooling you into believing Sylvaril to be the enemy.”

At this point, I’m completely speechless. Why didn’t I hear about this?!

15 seconds.

“Takuma, you are the greatest captain I could ever wish for, but I can’t allow you to lead this final mission… after all, I promised Shiro that I’d keep you alive.”

10 seconds.

“Don’t waste your life trying to avenge us, Taco… find your daughter Izumi and live your own life.”

5 seconds.

“Forget about us Takuma… Suzuki, out.”

As I touch the magic formation, I’m covered by a white light. I feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks… but I feel strangely… happy.

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if u find dem mistakes…

plot holes, grammar, spelling, bad math… pm me plx

sorry for the delay and the fact that it’s a shorter chapter!