Am I seeing things ,the sky is cracking ,Buildings falling ,Volcano's erupting ,people are dyeing like moths ,here I am standing in the middle of street with a smile in my face enjoying the scene.
But before this moment, before the world finally became interesting, there was another me, another life.
A pathetic one.
The bullies caught me again, their laughs ,I hate them.
"Look at him. Crybaby."
"Why do you even come to school?"
"Your mom drunk again? Or is she dead?"
I remember their faces clearly, too clearly.
My fingers tightened around the small pocket knife I always carried.
Not for protection.For hope.
The rooftop of the school was empty.
When the first one pushed me, something inside my chest snapped. Like a thread that finally gave way.
"You should stop,".
They laughed harder and harder.
So I showed them why they shouldn't have.
The knife moved before my thoughts did. A slash. Hot liquid sprayed across my faceand for the first time, I felt alive.
The second one ran.
The third begged.
I didn't care.
I wasn't killing people.
I was cleaning myself.
And when I tasted the blood on my finger, metallic, warm, bitter—I realized something terrifying:
I liked it.
Prison
They called me a monster.
A cannibal.
A psycho.
The judge didn't even look at me when sentencing me.
"25 years."
The prison bars were cold, the food disgusting, the people worse.
But I survived.
I watched.
I learned.
I grew comfortable with the darkness everyone feared.
It was funny. They thought they locked me away.
I was only waiting.
Back to the Present
The cracks in the sky widen. A blue screen appears in front of every human:
[ SYSTEM ONLINE ]
Global Scenario #1: Survive for 5 Days
Threat Level: Catastrophic
Monsters incoming.
People panic, scream, run, die.
I smile.
Because finally… finally… the world resembles me.
The first creature falls from the sky—a green-skinned goblin.
People scatter.
I walk toward it.
It lunges.
I slit its throat with my old pocket knife, the same one I used years ago.
Warm blood coats my palm, familiar and comforting.
The goblin twitches on the pavement, its heart still beating.
I kneel.
I tear it out.
And I devour it.
The flavour is far from human, but somehow richer… otherworldly.
A system message dings in my head:
[ You have devoured a monster heart. ]
[ Hidden Condition Met. ]
[ You have acquired the Rare Skill: GLUTTONY ]
GLUTTONY: Devour enemies to permanently gain a fraction of their stats, abilities, or evolutions.
My smile widens.
Monsters pour from the sky. Buildings collapse. People die like moths in fire.
And I—pocket knife in hand, blood on my lips—feel only joy.