Akaza POV
I never really understood the obsession humans have with space.
Stars, planets, galaxies—I mean, sure, it's fascinating. But that's it. That's all it ever was to me. Just... distant lights in the sky.
Still, I've seen billionaires burn through millions just to spend a minute floating in Earth's lower orbit. Then they come back acting like they've discovered the meaning of life or something.
To me, it always felt like a way for them to flex their money.
But now… standing here, looking at Earth from above... I think I finally get it.
"Guess this is the heaven all those religions kept talking about."
The words left my lips as I stared at the glowing blue sphere before me. So far away, yet so familiar.
Peace.
That feeling—soft, warm, weightless—something I thought I could never feel again. Not after what happened to her.
Yuna.
When I was ten, our parents got divorced.
Why? Simple. Both of them were cheating on each other. Disgusting, right? You'd think one betrayal would be enough for a family to fall apart. But no, we had two.
After the truth came out, it all went downhill fast. Screaming matches every night. Doors slamming. Dinners missed. Blame being thrown like daggers.
And us? Me and Yuna? Forgotten.
They were so wrapped up in their own mess that they stopped caring whether we ate or not. Whether we slept. Whether we existed.
So, one day, Yuna had enough.
She packed a bag for herself, and one for me. We left. Just like that.
She was eighteen. Had dreams of college. A life. But she traded all of that away just to work at a small café so she could feed us.
Back then, I held onto the naïve hope that our parents would come looking for us, apologize for their acts, and that they'd realize they made a mistake. But that hope faded with time.
Eventually, it was just me and her. And for four years, that was more than enough. We weren't rich. We weren't stable. But we were happy.
Until that day.
It was just another day, and I was working on my homework. Yuna was in the kitchen, cooking dinner—her humming floating from the stove. It was peaceful. Safe.
Then the door burst open.
Five guys burst in, smashing everything around. One of them saw me, grabbed me by the throat, and lifted me off the ground. From what I saw, these were not some random thugs; they knew what they were doing.
Yuna came running out of the kitchen. When she saw me struggling to breathe, her eyes went wide with panic. She didn't hesitate—she charged at them without considering her own safety.
But they knocked her back with a kick to the stomach, and everything went dark.
The last thing I saw before passing out was my sister crawling across the floor, begging them... for something.
Then darkness.
After what felt like forever, I woke up alone.
No broken furniture. No blood. The apartment looked as if nothing happened. The only thing missing was Yuna.
She was gone.
Kidnapped.
Taken from me.
The next few days were hell. I ran through the streets, asking strangers. Called the police. Filed a report. Checked every alley, every shadow, every backstreet.
But nothing I did helped. Just as I was about to lose all hope. The police came to my house.
They said they found her.
For a brief second, my heart lit up. I imagined running to her, hugging her, and hearing her say it was all okay. But when I looked into the officer's eyes, I knew.
They had found her body.
Dumped in an alley. Lifeless. Cold.
He pulled me into a hug and whispered the words that broke me.
I was taken to the police station. There, when I saw her, I couldn't move.
Her once silky black hair was matted and bloodied. A jagged scar ran across her torso. Her eyes were shut, like she was just sleeping.
But she wasn't sleeping. She wasn't coming back.
They told me it was the work of an organ-harvesting ring. A gang infamous for kidnapping innocents.
Hearing the words made my blood boil.
I begged the police to hunt them down. I screamed for justice.
What did the police do? Nothing.
They told me to let it go. Said it was too dangerous. That messing with them would only bring more pain and trouble.
They told me to forget my sister.
The response shattered my reasoning.
That was the last day I cried.
The last day, I begged.
The day the downfall of every gang began.
And ten years later, the largest gang in Tokyo—the one behind it all—was reduced to nothing but ash.
I stood atop their corpses. I had burned everything.
"I finally did it, Yuna," I whispered into the stars. "They're gone. All of them. No one else will suffer the way we did."
Tears fell from my eyes—silent, heavy, earned.
For the first time in a decade, I felt... peace.
"Maybe those space glazers were onto something. This view really does change you."
I glanced around. It was still strange being here. Just me, floating in silence, above the world.
Then I heard it.
Light. Soft. Rhythmic footsteps.
I turned around, eyebrows raised.
There, wagging its tail, was a dog.
A snow-white dog with golden engravings along its fur, eyes sparkling with childlike wonder.
"So," it said in a cheery, playful voice, "have you finally found peace?"
I stared at it for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Yeah... I think I have."
The dog let out a gleeful yip and began bouncing in place.
"I knew it! I knew this would help you!"
With a twinkle in the air, a floating clipboard and pen materialized next to him. The dog turned to me with a sheepish expression.
"Um... hey Akaza, do you think I could get your autograph?"
I blinked, caught completely off guard.
"You want... my autograph?"
"Of course!" the dog chirped. "Your death scene has been played 1000 times in godland! You even made it to the Most Badass Humans of All Time list!"
He wagged his tail like he'd just won the lottery.
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
Even in death, the world keeps getting weirder.
"So…" I began, staring at the floating clipboard. "That means you're a god?"
The dog nodded enthusiastically.
"Yup! The strongest and the cutest one out there."
Thinking it over, I grabbed the pen and signed the board.
Then, the clipboard and pen vanished into thin air.
"Thank you!" the dog said brightly. "Now, let's get started with the main event!"
A screen lit up nearby, flickering to life with rows of names, many of which I recognized as famous anime worlds.
"So… I'm getting isekai'd?" I asked, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice.
The dog nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
"Exactly! But not because you died some random death or got hit by the infamous Truck-kun. No, Akaza, you earned this."
His tone grew respectful.
"Your story moved the gods. So they've given you a chance to live again—any world, any reality you want."
He raised his paw and pointed at the screen, eyes gleaming.
"The future is yours to decide. Not because of luck, but because you deserve it."
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That all for this chapter.
Don't forget to give some powerstones to this poor one.
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