READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 16: Fate and Luck
A/N: The last chapter of this week
Chapter 16: Fate and Luck
Fifteen years ago, a soul entered the cycle of reincarnation and was reborn into this world. What set it apart from other souls was the immense resentment it carried—and a parasite attached to it.
For the soul, this world would have been a paradise, filled with an abundance of negative energy it would have been a powerful foe to anyone who faced it. But the world, in its wisdom, allowed only the soul to pass through, rejecting the parasit which was fused with soul.
The fragment of the soul was tore apart, robbing the soul of the ability to manipulate the vast reserves of energy it once held. Yet, by a stroke of luck, the overwhelming negative energy transformed into positive energy. And This energy nourished the fetus, ensuring a more promising future from a human perspective.
While other advanced systems waged wars, destroyed worlds, or amassed harems, this fledgling system—so young it hadn't even been named—was stripped of its host and left without purpose.
With a childlike innocence, it couldn't comprehend what had happened.
The world of jujutsu sorcerers, dedicated to maintaining balance, saw it as a threat to its hard-earned equilibrium.
"What a strange world and strange fate indeed!"
Under the will of the heavens, the system was imprisoned for over ten years, unable to manifest freely. Eventually, it was allowed to enter, albeit under strict conditions within the realm of jujutsu:
[It could not allow its host more than two innate techniques.]
[It could only exercise its authority as a system once—either to force its host's soul into action or to influence the world.]
When the fragmented system and the soul were finally reunited, something peculiar had already begun to take root within the system—hatred and a burning desire to prove its worth. Had it grown alongside the fetus, perhaps everything would have turned out differently.
"What a strange world and strange fate indeed!"
The world of jujutsu is inherently selfish.
While it diligently maintains balance between sorcerers and cursed spirits, it has never sought to create equilibrium between good and evil, nor has it imposed restrictions on humanity.
As the human population continues to grow, so too does the cursed energy they generate, leading to an increasing number of cursed spirits and the sorcerers tasked with combating them.
Perhaps, when the cursed spirits are no more, humanity will inevitably turn its gaze toward the heavens as its next aim.
**
"I feel numb."
"It's not my first time floating in this never-ending abyss."
"Every time, I think this is my punishment for being weak... for being fake."
"I'm a coward, and I know it. No matter how many abilities I gain or how confidently I act, my indecisiveness and fears will never go away."
"I want to die."
"Maybe one day, when I finally die, I'll feel liberated from this suffocating existence."
From his dull, lifeless eyes, tears fell. Tears that reached no one.
"You're just a fake. Why don't you just die?"
A voice, filled with anger, jolted him awake.
In front of him stood a person, but their face… It was blurred.
"Who are you?" Akira's instincts screamed at him to run.
He caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror today—not his reflection, but someone else's familiar eyes staring back at him.
Half-conscious, he stumbled away through the darkness, his heart racing.
"Oi, kira, promise me you'll come to my house to play!"
"How many times do I have to tell you, Yui? I'll come! And stop calling me Akira—it's Kira!"
"K...I...R...A."
"Why are you even adding the letter 'A' to it?"
"Oh, can't I give my honey a nickname?"
"Ew! Stop acting like that, Yui. It's giving me the creeps!"
"Who are you calling a creep, you bastard? I'm gonna kill you today!"
Blurred memories and the sound of carefree laughter echoed in his mind, dragging him back to consciousness.
kira's head throbbed violently, splitting with unbearable pain.
With a groan, he forced his eyes open.
He was lying in... a mortuary?
**
Psychiatric Ward, Doctor's Room
"So, how are you feeling now, child?"
In front of the doctor sat a boy no older than eleven or twelve. His eyes, red and swollen, stared blankly at the floor. His face, pale and sunken, spoke of horrors too great for someone his age.
"I feel like a war-torn city," the boy said, his voice distant. "Different districts are fighting for control... and I'm the battleground."
A sudden, unnerving laugh escaped his lips, breaking the stillness of the room.
"Heheheheheh."
"Do you think I'm mad, doctor?
No! It's this world that's mad!" His laughter grew louder, more erratic. "The police,my father left them alive... and free,right?"
His voice echoed in the room, but the doctor saw what lay behind the madness—the tears streaming down the boy's face, the raw, suppressed sorrow.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, his expression softened. His voice, now trembling with innocence, asked, "Doctor, why am I here? Where are my parents?" Tears and mucus smeared his fragile face, his wide eyes searching for answers.
The doctor hesitated, his words caught in his throat. The child's innocence felt like delicate glass—so easily shattered.
"The first personality is innocent," the doctor thought, his voice now reflective. "Unaware of the storm underneath. But the second... it's watching me. It knows I'm here. It knows I'm trying to make sense of it all."
He suddenly perked up, a faint smile on his lips. "I have to go back. I promised my friend we'd play together."
The smile faded. "Friend...? Who was that?" His expression twisted in confusion. "His... no, her?"
A piercing scream tore from his throat as he clutched his head, his fingers clawing at his scalp.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The room seemed to tremble under the weight of his voice. Then, his laughter returned, darker and colder than before.
"The voices," he whispered, his lips curling into a grin. "They're growing louder, more insistent. Hahahahaha."
The doctor's hands trembled, his face pale. He had seen many things in his career, but this... this was different.
"Sometimes," the doctor thought, "it feels like I'm speaking to two patients—one a terrified child pleading for help, the other a shadow taunting me, daring me to intervene.
But How do you mend a mind that rips itself apart?"
The boy's grin turned feral. He yanked at his hair, his voice rising to a fever pitch.
"I'll kill them!" he screamed. "I'll kill all of them! I'll cleanse this world of its filth—!"
The declaration echoed through the room, his body trembling with a mix of rage and despair.
The doctor signaled the staff, who quickly restrained the boy and escorted him out. His manic screams echoed through the hallway, even as the heavy doors shut behind him.
Slumping in his chair, the doctor exhaled a shaky sigh. He glanced at the boy's file, his thoughts heavy.
"Even the father of deceased have lost his minds—ending his life —after witnessing what happened to his wife and child ," the doctor murmured. "And yet,That child - he's still standing... if barely. It's as though madness itself is his shield."
"They call it a disorder," he mused, "but this... this is something far more intricate. It's a defense mechanism, a system created for survival. But survival at what cost?"
He flipped through the notes. "The second personality—it's not just a fragment of his mind. It's intelligent, cunning, and deliberate. It's not here by accident. It's here to win. And it's playing a game none of us understand."
The boy wasn't in the psychiatric ward for long. He was discharged sooner than expected.
Maybe it was the news that the people responsible for that were dead. Maybe that brought him peace. But no one truly knew what had been unleashed.
He was no longer a broken child. He was something far more dangerous.
A judge.
A hunter.
**
Welcome to volume two- Madness
Before that I have to remind to one thing,if it easily comes it is not madness