Do you believe in fate… or mere coincidences?
Ah—where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Kurozumi, Kuro for short and I guess you could call me the "main character" of this whole mess you're about to read.
I've always wondered—why did things unfold the way they did? Was it all just random.
Or maybe... was my life already stitched together before I even had a say?
This is not just a story.
It's a tale —of how I shattered the chains of destiny,
Of how an insolent mortal like me rose up and Became a GOD.
Not just in power, but in mind, in spirit and in will.
This is the tale of how I became the Divine Slayer.
Chapter 1
Among The Stars, beyond everything sat a being on a throne of nothingness,
The Creator, The Lord.
The Supreme One,
A small smile crept his lips as he peered at the world Below,
"O my Lord, The Mission is complete" A voice echoed, "Should I kill the Boy as well"
"No" The being replied slowly, "Let him be consumed by Rage, let him Become stronger"
His smile widened, "When its time bring him to this world, I will claim him then" the divine voice wrote it down as absolute.
Far Below in a World, A tragedy Unfolded.
A boy knelt beside a body growing cold by every passing second, unaware that his fate has been written.
His small hands trembled as he pressed them against the wound, tears rolling down his eyes without a stop, in distance another child, a girl stood frozen shock.
The Wounded lady raised her bloody hand, reaching the Boy's face, she smiled warmly, "Do not cry, my precious prince" she said as her hand fell to the ground, lifeless.
The Boy froze, his eyes hollow.
Footsteps thundered outside.
Voices shouted.
Doors burst open.
They found him there, blood on his hands, blank eyes staring.
The World only saw a murderer, a monster, they ignored the truth his broken eyes told.
He was thrown away, locked behind the bars as the murderer of the woman who gave him life.
Forgotten and Abandoned at the Tender age of twelve.
10 Years Latter –
Kuro walked across the street with a little cake box with him, lost in his thoughts, trying to process what has happened with him,
Just 2 days ago he was mysteriously released from the prison, and offered a high paying job as a ranger,
Brog, The Vice Chairman handed him the badge, without any explanation saying it was an order from above.
The cheap cake inside the box wasn't just a gift—it was an apology. A thank you.
For the only one he had left, Ilya, his little sister.
She was the only one who believed in him even when the world called him a monster.
Without her...
Kuro wasn't sure if there would be anything left of his soul.
The apartment building loomed ahead, decaying.
Like everything else in his life.
He stood at the door, heart pounding hard.
But he pressed forward anyway.
The door creaked open under his hand.
"I'm back," he muttered,
Footsteps pounded down the hall— Ilya, with her messy hair running toward him,
"Brother! Where were you? You said you will be back in an hour! It's TEN o'clock!"
Her voice cracked between anger and fear.
Kuro's throat tightened.
He couldn't remember the last time someone had been this worried about him.
He shoved the package toward her with clumsy hands.
"The cake you wanted," he said, almost whispering.
Her face lit up—with pure, golden joy.
No suspicion. No hesitation.
She hugged the box to her chest like it was treasure.
"Thank you, thank you!"
She spun toward the kitchen, then froze, hesitating.
"Oh—by the way... Dad's home."
The words dropped like stones.
He nodded stiffly and walked down the hall.
His father sat in the couch.
Kuro tried to pass without speaking, but the old man's voice stopped him.
"Kuro."
A beat of silence.
"How are you"
Kuro froze. Almost laughed right there.
"How am I?" he repeated, spinning around to face the old man. "You've got some damn nerve asking me that."
"After everything" his father hesitated, "I just wanted to ask"
"No, you don't" Kuro whispered, and went to his room without listening anything else,
The Next Morning
Kuro stirred awake to the violent buzzing of his phone.
He was half asleep.
Brog.
He answered with a grunt. "It's barely morning. What do you want?"
Brog's voice was, urgent, "Be at Forbidden Zone Alpha-02 within two hours."
CLICK!
Kuro blinked at the screen, still dazed.
"What the hell...?"
He jabbed the call button.
It rang once.
Brog picked up, voice bold, "Calling back faster than I thought. Any Problem?"
"Yeah, problem," Kuro snapped. "Why the hell am I being dragged into a mission?"
"It's direct order. From the chairman himself," Brog said. "I don't know why."
Kuro sat up, "…I can refuse, right?"
"You can," Brog said. "No one's pointing a gun at you."
Kuro closed his eyes for a long moment.
Then exhaled.
"I'll be there."
Brog sighed hoping for a different answer, "Okay, be prepared"
The line went dead.
Kuro tossed the phone onto the bed and stared up at the cracked ceiling.
This wasn't what he'd planned.
But plans didn't mean much anymore.
He dressed quickly, and put on his cloths.
As he reached for the door, a soft voice stopped him.
"Brother?"
Ilya stood there, rubbing her eyes.
"Where are you going?"
Kuro forced a smile.
"My first mission," he said, trying to sound lighter than he felt.
Her face crumbled,
"Please... don't do anything stupid," she whispered. "Come home before dinner."
He ruffled her hair, just like when they were kids.
"I'll bring you something cool. Promise."
The front of the Forbidden Zone swarmed with soldiers and reporters.
Kuro kept his head down, weaving through.
A soldier blocked him. "Badge."
Kuro flashed it without a word.
The soldier nodded and let him through.
Inside the barricade, ranks of Rangers stood ready.
At their head stood Brog - arms folded across his chest.
For a breath, everything was still.
Then Brog's voice thundered:
"OPEN THE GATES!"
The giant metal doors screamed open.
Squads surged forward without hesitation, swallowed by the black.
Kuro hesitated at the edge. His pulse rattled in his throat.
Brog clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Stay close," he muttered. "No matter what happens."
Kuro nodded; jaw tight.
Together, they stepped into the dark.
The gates slammed shut behind them, marking the start of his first mission.
Kuro and Brog pressed deeper, the Hawks squad was already far ahead.
Up ahead, Captain Shin waited, his face pale and tight.
Brog narrowed his eyes. "Why are you alone?"
Shin shook his head.
"I sent my squad to assist the others. But sir... something's wrong with a Tree."
Brog stiffened, "Show me."
They ran. Kuro nearly stumbled keeping up.
They reached the clearing,
The giant Tree—an ancient thing older than memory—was cracked open.
Purple light oozed from its bark.
Brog cursed under his breath, "What the hell is happening...?"
BOOM.
The Tree exploded.
The shockwave flung them back,
Debris rained down,
Dust filled the air.
Squads spun in panic.
Arthur, leading a unit down a side path, froze.
"What the hell was THAT?!"
He didn't wait for an answer.
"RETREAT!" he barked.
His squad asked in confusion, "Why"
"Just Retreat" he said that and jumped off towards the impact.
At the Impact,
As the dust cleared, a figure emerged from the wreckage.
A woman.
Naked except for a shredded cloak hanging off her shoulders.
Barefoot. Hood shadowing her face.
Brog stood straight to his feet, locking eyes on her.
"Who… are you?"
The woman tilted her head. Looking straight at Kuro with her pupil less, completely white eyes,
"Come with me" her voice sliced through the silence,