Volume 2: Rebirth of the Avenger
Chapter 1: The Blank Canvas
Shiro had been out for a long time.
When he finally woke up, he found himself lying in an endless white plane. No sky. No horizon. Just silence. His voice broke the stillness:
"Where… am I?"
He had no clue how long he'd been unconscious—or why he was even here. His body was mostly intact, though his clothes were torn and ragged, as if they'd survived a war he couldn't remember. That alone unsettled him.
He got up.
There was no logic behind it, but something deep inside urged him to move—north, maybe? He couldn't be sure. All he knew was that he had to walk. So he did. Day after day. Step after step. Always forward.
Oddly, he smiled sometimes. He didn't know why.
He felt… lighter. Like the pain had been left somewhere far behind. Like his soul had hit a reset button he hadn't asked for.
But the smile wouldn't last.
By day ten, the cracks began to show—dehydration, starvation, exhaustion, aching pain. His feet dragged now. His lips were cracked. His eyes hollow. Doubt clawed at the back of his mind like a leech:
"Why am I still walking?"
"Whats the point in doing this?"
"Why am I here?"
"What is this Place?"
By day twenty, he was done. Every breath burned. Every step felt like his last.
But here's the thing—Shiro didn't know this wasn't his first brush with death. Not by a long shot. He'd already died before. More than once. But that part of him—the one who screamed in agony, who cursed gods and begged for an end—was gone. Buried.
All that remained was a faint instinct—one that pushed him forward, not toward life… but toward something.
Something he couldn't name.
It seemed as if—the Shiro that was once known to all could not even remember his self.
Forgotten
Voided
Gone
Shiro was not the same, He did not see or feel the pain that was once there in the past—the karma he build, he didn't know this was another world, in the end this was the isekai he deserved, the pain he earned, the loneliness he discovered
All
Alone.
By the twenty-fifth day, he collapsed.
Face down. Nothing left.
His breathing was shallow. His muscles too sore to move. The silence around him felt louder now—like it was closing in. And for the first time, something flickered in his mind. Not a memory… not yet. Just a shadow.
A scream.
A name.
Blood.
He gritted his teeth and clutched his head, trying to push it away. His skull felt like it was splitting apart.
"Stop…" he whispered.
But the image wouldn't go. It dug into him like a rusty nail—blurry, painful, but too familiar to be ignored.
That night—or whatever counted for night in this endless white void—he dreamt.
He saw a boy. Broken. Covered in blood. Kneeling before something burning in the distance. Screaming.
Shiro shot up with a gasp.
His chest heaved, and his hands shook. He looked around. Still white. Still silent.
But the feeling was different now.
He wasn't alone.
Somewhere far ahead—maybe miles, maybe minutes—he felt it. A ripple in the stillness. A disturbance in the emptiness. A presence.
It was a pull.
Something pulling at the fabric of reality itself.
After what felt like an eternity, Shiro struggled to his feet. A strange pressure weighed down on him—heavy, unrelenting. He couldn't tell if it was inside his body or all around him. A cold shiver ran down his spine.
Something was coming. Something close.
"What… is that?" he whispered, voice barely audible.
He dragged his feet forward, each step slower than the last. Time lost all meaning.
Then, ahead of him, a door appeared—dark and out of place in the endless white.
"A door?" Shiro breathed, hope and confusion mixing in his chest.
He hurried toward it, limping but determined. What lay beyond might be escape—or something worse.
As He looked back—a shadow looking figure with a horrifying expression on its face, the figure had no stable form, but mist of death followed,
Pain
Death
Agony
All the negative emotions of the world. The pain caused by eternal suffering, the death of those innocent and deserving,the agony those suffering alone or being killed. Where was the love? It did not exist in that being—Shiro's Expression went from shock to fear, he clenched his teeth and began to move faster toward the door, the figure began to screech and scream, Shiro's eardrums bled, eyes blood shot, blood coming out as tears, he heard whispers and calls of spirits coming from the figure
"Save Us"
"Help Me"
"Why"
"HELP"
As the figure got closer, the screams of the spirits got louder, the stronger, the harder, the heavier the pressure, Shiro's limbs began to give out,just before reaching the door, he fell, the shadow looking figure inches away from taking Shiro, With trembling hands, he pushed it open. Blackness swallowed him whole. One step… two… then, suddenly, his legs gave way. He fell into the void.
He closed his eyes. Is this it?