Starting in Terra as Ryougi Shiki
Death came swiftly. A truck, a moment of impact, then nothing.
What came after was unexpected. A god, bored and seeking entertainment, offered three wishes and a new world to explore. The choice seemed simple at the time. Ryougi Shiki's template, complete with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception that see the end of all things. A gacha system rewarding interference with fate through random legendary weapons. And time, endless time, to grow strong enough to survive.
Then came Terra.
A world of mobile cities fleeing natural disasters. Of crystalline infection that grants power while slowly killing its hosts. Of conflicts between the infected and those who fear them, violence born from desperation on both sides.
I arrived knowing nothing. No context, no preparation, just the ability to see death lines on everything and a tanto at my hip.
The first days taught hard lessons. That strength alone means nothing without understanding. That people die easily when you know exactly where to cut. That some threats operate on scales beyond mortal comprehension.
Then I met Rhodes Island. A pharmaceutical company fighting an impossible war against disease and prejudice. Operators who wielded power with purpose rather than abandon. And a mysterious Doctor who recognized what I was the moment we met.
They revealed truths I hadn't considered. That Terra had changed, its timeline fractured by the arrival of others like us. That a goddess calling herself the Lion King conquered an entire nation in three days with divine authority blazing. That more entities from impossible places were appearing, each with their own agendas and power.
But simple survival was never the goal.
Terra bleeds. The infected suffer systemic oppression. Reunion fights with terrorism born from justified rage. Nations prepare for wars that will kill millions. And somewhere above it all, a goddess prepares continental conquest while treating mortal life as irrelevant to divine purpose.
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception show me how everything ends. Lines traced across reality itself, revealing mortality in all things.
Even gods can die if you know where to cut.
The question is whether I can grow strong enough, fast enough, to reach those lines before Terra drowns in violence.
This is the story of an assassin learning to protect instead of kill. Of gamers coordinating impossible operations with incomplete information. Of a world caught between conflicts it understands and forces it doesn't.
The god wanted entertainment.
They're going to get a show they'll never forget.
Because I didn't come to Terra to watch it burn.
I came to see if fiction made real can be saved by someone who shouldn't exist.
And I have all the time in the world to find out.
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This is my own AU so don't be surprised if there are characters in a different place at a different time than the actual plot after all in this story, there is no real, no script.
They all have their own plans.
Their own goals.
But in front of the God's sandbox?
All is equal.
