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I Accidentally Became the Most Broken Being in All of Fiction Just Because I Wanted a Snack, But Now the Multiverse Wants Me Dead (And My Girlfriend Says I Still Have to Take Out the Trash)
Chapter 1 – The Snack That Broke Reality
The night was quiet.
The streets were empty.
And yet the convenience store down the block held the single most dangerous artifact in all of creation.
Motisogi Yami didn't know this. He was too busy shaking a vending machine.
"Come on, man… I put in my last hundred yen. Don't tell me you're gonna scam me now."
The machine, naturally, did not reply. Vending machines rarely did. But when it swallowed his coin without dropping the bag of chips he desperately craved, Yami's patience collapsed.
"...Fine. If you won't give me my snack," he muttered, "then I'll just take it myself."
He gave the vending machine a kick.
The ground trembled.
The sky split.
Somewhere in a higher dimension, a chorus of omniversal gods screamed in terror as causality itself unraveled.
All because one hungry college student was annoyed.
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The truth was, Yami had been cursed with something ever since the day he accidentally bought a strange packet of chips labeled:
"Omni-Crunch: Beyond Flavors of Existence."
He thought it was some weird marketing gimmick. Who wouldn't buy that? The packaging literally glowed like a holy relic and whispered in seventeen forgotten languages.
So, naturally, Yami ate it.
The taste?
Honestly… kind of stale. 6/10. Wouldn't recommend.
The effect?
Well… that's when reality began to notice him.
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When he burped, time stuttered.
When he sneezed, universes collapsed.
When he yawned, conceptual frameworks—things like "up," "down," "tomorrow," and even "existence"—simply forgot how to function.
Motisogi Yami had accidentally eaten the source code of reality itself.
Not that he cared.
He still had exams.
And he still wanted snacks.
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"Excuse me, human," came a deep, booming voice one morning. A vast, glowing entity manifested in his bedroom—an outer god with wings made of infinity and eyes that spanned galaxies.
"I am the Arbiter of All That Is. You must relinquish the power you have consumed, for it belongs not to mortals!"
Yami looked up from his PlayStation. He was playing a co-op game with his girlfriend and didn't appreciate the interruption.
"Bro," he said flatly, "pause the game again and I erase your concept of eyes."
The Arbiter hesitated. Then blinked. Then screamed as its very ability to blink was deleted from history. It ceased to exist a moment later.
Yami returned to his game.
His girlfriend sighed. "You still haven't taken out the trash."
And that, more than the fear of any god, made him actually get off the couch.
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Thus began the legend of Motisogi Yami—
The Bug of Creation.
The Cosmic Gag.
The Boy Who Ate Reality Because He Wanted a Snack.
A being so broken that even the author couldn't predict what he would do next… and frankly didn't want to.
All Yami wanted was to live a normal life, spend time with his girlfriend, and find the perfect snack.
Unfortunately, every time he so much as sneezed, the multiverse panicked.
And every time he opened a bag of chips, some poor god realized their very concept of divinity was about to be crunched between Yami's teeth.
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✨ "This isn't about power or destiny," Yami would one day say. "This is about snacks. And I'll snack my way to the end of fiction itself if I have to."
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🔥 End of Chapter 1
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