There are plenty of stories to talk about — a high school kid who found a strange black notebook and played God with it, a boy who wanted to be a hero more than anything, a kid chasing a title called Hokage like his life depended on it. Good stories. Famous ones.
But what's my point? Just because stories exist doesn't mean they're real. And I am real — frustratingly, painfully real. I'm an ordinary kid just trying to live with some luxury, except I can't, because I'm non-contracted and broke as hell.
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You don't know what a contract is? Think of it like a loan — except instead of money, you're borrowing power. You can contract with anything, as long as it's a living being. Animals, spirits, gods, whatever. If it breathes and consents, it's fair game.
There are all kinds of contracts out there: Spirit's Blessing, Goddess Proxy, Warriors of Spartan, God's Son — the list goes on. Each one different, each one tied to the nature of whoever you're contracting with. It sounds incredible on paper.
But nothing comes free. Some contracts will tear your body apart because it isn't strong enough to carry the power. Others require a mind that's reached something close to enlightenment — whatever that even means. And some contracts? They're nothing but slave offers dressed up in fine print.
Here's the worst part though: you can't buy a contract with money. What you need is the partner's genuine love, respect, and trust. All three. Not one. Not two. All three.
So. A kid like me — ordinary, broke, carrying a family situation I'd rather not explain — is supposed to have the luxury of trusting someone that deeply?
What a fucking nerve.
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You think this is some hero story? A novel just sitting on a shelf, something fun to flip through on a lazy afternoon? No. I'm a living, breathing person trying to vent my frustrations to whoever stands before me — God included.
This is my life. My path. And nobody — not a teacher, not a god, not whatever monster crawls out next — gets to tell me who I should be.
I face my challenges myself. When I help others, it's for my own benefit — I won't pretend otherwise. I am selfish. I am greedy. I know exactly what I am, and I'm not apologizing for it. Don't call me a villain just because I'm honest about surviving.
The challenges ahead of me look impossible. Maybe they are. But I'll take every hit, get knocked down, and come back stronger every single time.
A great philosopher once said: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I'm counting on it.
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