Clarifications:
-"Person Talking"-
-(Person Thinking)-
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[Skills or Magic]
(JC: Author's Notes)
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Let's start
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I still remember those days before this new life.
I came from a different world, from a particular family. A family feared by many, so powerful that even the so-called Gods thought twice before provoking it.
It all began with my great-grandfather on my father's side. He too was one of those beings known as Gods. He wasn't the strongest among them, but he possessed considerable power. However, there was something that made him stand out even more: his intellect. He was a genius, a master inventor, someone who understood the mysteries of the world better than anyone.
He was the origin of our family's power, for he created my grandfather and his brothers—fearsome beings whose names spread across the world. But among the three, the eldest, my grandfather, was the most powerful.
His strength even surpassed that of his father and creator. He possessed an ability capable of wounding the very Gods themselves. Such was his power that he was remembered as one of the most terrifying beings to ever exist.
In time, my father and his brother were born. Both inherited my grandfather's ability, though in a degraded form. Even so, their power remained formidable.
A few hundred years passed before I was born. From the moment of my birth, the expectations placed upon me were immense. Everyone expected me to be as strong as my father—or even greater than my grandfather.
I wished for that too. I wanted to prove my worth, to show that I could be useful to my family. I wanted them to be proud of me.
But I failed…
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During my early years, I was incapable of achieving anything.
Instead of being useful, I became a disgrace. I lacked any power worthy of admiration. I didn't even inherit a degraded version of the ability that ran in our blood.
From the moment I was born, I was completely useless.
My family didn't even try to hide their disappointment. Some looked at me with contempt, others with resentment.
My father always had that cold look, filled with disillusionment.
My uncle watched me as if my mere existence were a nuisance.
My grandfather… He didn't even look at me. He ignored my presence on purpose, as if wishing I would simply disappear.
And then there was my great-grandfather. His gaze… was the worst of all. He saw me as a mistake, an absolute failure. A being that should never have existed.
And like any useless thing, I was destined to be discarded…
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There I lay, in the hands of my great-grandfather. I didn't bother resisting or trying to escape his grip. I had already accepted my fate as the useless one of the family.
Before my eyes appeared my new destiny: a vortex, a portal slowly spinning, devouring the light around it. I didn't care where it would take me. Whatever the place, I was certain I wouldn't survive.
Without saying a word, my great-grandfather threw me into the portal.
As I traveled through that sea of infinite darkness, the memories of my short life flashed one by one before my eyes. I relived every moment, every look of contempt, every word of disappointment… and in doing so, I realized something. I only regretted one thing: not being useful.
From the moment I was born, everyone expected something from me, but I was a complete failure. And when I thought about it clearly, I understood what my only wish in this life was: to be useful to someone.
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I ignored that voice in my head, focusing instead on the blinding light that surrounded me for a few seconds. When my sight returned, I found myself in a completely different place: an unknown forest, vast and silent.
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I didn't know how much time had passed in that strange forest. The only thing I knew was that, miraculously, I was still alive… and I didn't understand why.
Each day was a struggle. Every second, a threat. Creatures and monsters appeared constantly—hungry, ferocious, determined to kill me. But somehow, I always managed to survive. Wounded, bleeding, exhausted… but alive.
Until finally, my body couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the ground, gasping, covered in both fresh and old wounds. I thought that would be my end.
But that was when I met him.
He was a human—or at least, he looked like one. Young, with hair and eyes as black as obsidian.
-"What do I do!?"-
He suddenly shouted, panicked. I didn't understand his reaction, but I noticed something strange in his gaze. There was something warm there—something I had never seen reflected in anyone's eyes before.
Concern.
-(Why…? Why is he worried about me?)-
It made no sense. He didn't know me. He had no reason to care.
And yet… he did.
He pulled out a strange substance and threw it at me. I didn't know what it was, but the effect was… miraculous.
All the pain, all the wounds, all the suffering I had endured during those days vanished in an instant.
An indescribable happiness filled me. Not just because I had healed, but because someone… had cared about me.
-(Is this… what they call kindness?)-
Just thinking that made me smile. I wanted to share that happiness with him. And to my surprise, he didn't reject me. In fact… he smiled too.
That day, I met my first friend.
My companion.
My teacher.
The person who gave me my first and only name.
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From that day on, I never left his side. I loved following him, watching him, learning from him. Every moment together was a new adventure.
I saw his strength, his growth, his unyielding spirit. Maybe he wasn't as powerful as my great-grandfather, my father, or my grandfather… but I admired him. Because with every passing second, he grew stronger. And something deep inside me told me that one day, he would surpass them all.
That's why I made a promise.
No matter the challenges or the enemies.
I would become strong.
Stronger than anyone in my family, if I had to.
Not out of pride.
Not out of vengeance.
But for him.
To be useful to the person who gave me a purpose.
And I, Night, will keep that promise.
For my master… Yukimaru Tempest.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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Author's Notes
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Please note that this story is mostly centered around Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken and another novel that you may recognize. Please also note that Rimuru is completely replaced by my own character (Yukimaru). You are warned.
Disclaimers:
The character or story mentioned from an anime, or novel, does not belong to me. Instead, it belongs to Ichiei Ishibumi (High School DxD), Fuse, Mitz Vah (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken) and Patora Fuyuhara (Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni)
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