Do you believe in fate… or mere coincidences?
Ah—where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Kurozumi, Kuro for short, and I guess you could call me the "main character" of this whole mess you're about to read.
I've always wondered—why did things unfold the way they did? Was it all just random?
Or maybe... was my life already stitched together before I even had a say?
This is not just a story.
It's a tale—of how I shattered the chains of destiny,
Of how an insolent mortal like me rose up and became a GOD.
Not just in power, but in mind, in spirit, and in will.
This is the tale of how I became the Divine Slayer.
Chapter 1
Among the stars, beyond everything, sat a being on a throne of nothingness—
The Creator. The Lord.
A small smile crept across his lips as he peered at the world below.
"O my Lord, the mission is complete," a voice echoed. "Should I kill the boy as well?"
"No," the being replied slowly. "Let him be consumed by rage. Let him become stronger."
His smile widened. "When the time comes, bring him to this world. I will claim him then." The divine voice wrote it down as absolute.
Far below, in a world, a tragedy unfolded.
The room was filled with the stench of blood. Shattered glass sprawled everywhere.
Footsteps thundered outside.
Voices shouted.
A boy knelt beside the body of a lady, growing colder with every passing second, unaware that his fate had already been written.
His small hands trembled as he pressed them against her wound, tears rolling down his cheeks without stop. In the distance, another child—a girl—stood frozen.
The wounded lady raised her blood-stained hand, reaching for the boy's face.
She smiled warmly. "Do not cry, my precious prince," she said, as her hand fell to the ground, lifeless.
The boy froze, his eyes hollow.
The door burst open.
They found him there, sitting in a pool of blood with bloody hands, blank eyes staring like an abyss.
The world only saw a murderer, a monster. They ignored the truth his broken eyes told.
He was thrown away, locked behind bars as the murderer of the woman who gave him life.
Forgotten and abandoned at the tender age of twelve.
10 Years Later—
The dark crimson rays of the sinking sun filled the sky. A young man with messy black hair walked along the footpath, a cake box in his hand, lost in what had happened over the last two days.
Two days ago, I was released from prison mysteriously. Sigh... and what's up with this messed-up police force suddenly recruiting me as a Ranger?
Kuro lifted his gaze to look at the world that had branded him a murderer and chosen to forget him.
There are a few who are born with special abilities that can defy nature itself. They are the ones to be recruited as Rangers. But why the fuck is a criminal like me being recruited as one? I don't have any power. I'm as weak as a human can be.
He glanced at the cake he was carrying. The cheap cake inside the box wasn't just a gift—it was an apology. A thank you.
For the only one he had left—Ilya, his little sister.
She was the only one who believed in him, even when the world called him a monster.
I would love to bring a lot of gifts for you, but right now, this is the only thing your brother can give you, he thought.
He walked slowly, embracing the sight of the outside world, and soon he reached home.
The apartment building loomed ahead, decaying.
Like everything else in his life.
He stood at the door, his heart pounding hard.
But he pressed forward.
The door creaked open under his hand.
"I'm back," he muttered.
Footsteps pounded down the hall—Ilya, with her messy hair, came running.
"Brother! Where were you? You said you'd be back in an hour! It's TEN o'clock!"
Her voice cracked between anger and fear.
Kuro's throat tightened.
He wasn't familiar with someone being this worried about him.
He shoved the package toward her with clumsy hands.
"The cake you wanted," he said, almost whispering.
Her face lit up—with pure, golden joy.No suspicion. No hesitation.
She hugged the box to her chest like it was treasure."Thank you, thank you!"
She spun toward the kitchen, then froze, hesitating.
"Oh—by the way... Dad's home."
The words dropped like stones.
He nodded stiffly and walked down the hall.
An old man sat on the couch.
Kuro tried to pass without speaking, but the old man's voice stopped him.
"Kuro."
A beat of silence.
"How are you?"
Kuro froze. Almost laughed right there.
"How am I?" he repeated, spinning around to face the old man. "You've got some damn nerve asking me that."
"After everything..." his father hesitated. "I just wanted to ask."
"No, you can't," Kuro whispered, and went to his room without further delay.
The Next Morning
Kuro stirred awake to the violent buzzing of his phone.
He was half asleep.
"Brog."
He answered with a grunt. "It's barely morning. What do you want?"
Brog's voice was urgent. "Be at Forbidden Zone Alpha-02 within two hours."
CLICK!
Kuro blinked at the screen, still dazed.
"What the hell...?"
He jabbed the call button.
It rang once.
Brog picked up, voice bold. "Calling back faster than I thought. Any problem?"
"Yeah, problem," Kuro snapped. "Why the hell am I being dragged into a mission?"
"It's a direct order. From the Chairman himself," Brog said. "I don't know why."
Kuro sat up. "…I can refuse, right?"
"You can," Brog said. "No one's pointing a gun at you."
Kuro closed his eyes for a long moment.Then exhaled.
"I'll be there."
Brog sighed, hoping for a different answer. "Okay. Be prepared."
The line went dead.
Kuro tossed the phone onto the bed and stared up at the cracked ceiling.
This wasn't what he'd planned.But plans didn't mean much in his life.
He dressed quickly and got ready.
As he reached for the door, a soft voice stopped him.
"Brother?"
Ilya stood there, rubbing her eyes.
"Where are you going?"
Kuro forced a smile.
"My first mission," he said, trying to sound lighter than he felt.
Her face crumbled.
"Please... don't do anything stupid," she whispered. "Come home before dinner."
He ruffled her hair, just like when they were kids.
"I'll bring you something cool. Promise."
The front of the Forbidden Zone swarmed with soldiers and reporters.
Kuro kept his head down, weaving through.
A soldier blocked him. "Badge."
Kuro flashed it without a word.
The soldier nodded and let him through.
Inside the barricade, ranks of Rangers stood ready.At their head stood Brog—arms folded across his chest.
For a breath, everything was still.
Then Brog's voice thundered:
"OPEN THE GATES!"
The giant metal doors screamed open.
Squads surged forward without hesitation, swallowed by the black.
Kuro hesitated at the edge. His pulse rattled in his throat.
So, this is a Forbidden Zone. They say that they were once habitable lands, but suddenly the trees and grasses started growing out of nowhere and soon turned the areas into forests. The Rangers must go inside to secure usable items.
Kuro was lost in his own thoughts when suddenly Brog clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Stay close," he muttered. "No matter what happens."
Kuro nodded.
Together, they stepped into the dark.
The gates slammed shut behind them, marking the start of his first mission. Inside the Forbidden Zone, tall trees and grass stood untouched. The dense canopy allowed only a little sunlight, making the surroundings dark even during the daytime.
Kuro and Brog pressed deeper. After some time, they saw Captain Shin, his face pale and tight.
Brog narrowed his eyes. "Why are you alone?"
Shin shook his head. "I sent my squad to assist the others. But sir... something's wrong with one of the trees."
Brog stiffened. "Show me."
They ran forward toward a clearing. Kuro stumbled, keeping up.
There stood a giant tree, its bark inflated like it was about to burst.
Brog cursed under his breath. "What the hell is happening...?"
BOOM.
The tree exploded.
The shockwave flung them back.
Debris rained down; dust filled the air.
Squads all around spun in panic.Arthur, leading a squad down a side path, froze.
"What the hell was THAT?!"
He didn't wait for an answer or explanation.
"RETREAT!" he jolted, turning toward the sound of impact.
His squad asked in confusion, "Why?"
"Just retreat," he said, and jumped off.
At the impact:
As the dust cleared, a figure emerged from the wreckage.
A woman.
Naked except for a shredded cloak hanging off her shoulders.Barefoot. Hood shadowing her face.
Brog stood straight to his feet, locking eyes on her.
"Who… are you?"
The woman tilted her head, looking straight at Kuro with her pupil-less, completely white eyes.
"Come with me," her voice sliced through the silence.