Chapter 9: Chapter 6 - Disappointed.
Still, trying to make this as entertaining as I could but still, it feels rather boring making it.
However, I'll keep going and trying.
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I was disappointed. I'd tried to act reasonably, but to think Raye Penber would simply throw away my offer—it stung more than I'd expected. This was part of the plan, yes, but I had hoped he wouldn't force my hand so soon. Yet, in the end, I eliminated him without a second thought. He sacrificed everything for a system that didn't care for him, clinging to ideals that were ultimately meaningless.
Still, I respected his convictions. I chose not to ruin that part of him. His death was swift, painless, and beside the one he loved. As I stood over his body in that cold hospital room, where the other FBI agents were being examined, I felt a strange sense of melancholy. Makima had told me where he'd be, and now I found myself staring down at the empty shell of a man I could have called an ally.
It hurts to see those who genuinely wish to change the world, to rid it of evil, meet such an end. I've been like him once, in another life. I never speak of it, but I was a detective, and a damn good one. Until I stuck my nose where it didn't belong.
That's when everything began to fall apart. My life unraveled, bitterness consumed me, but it never made me heartless. I spent years in prison, contemplating, burning with the need to set things right. I died leading an uprising to change everything. It was necessary, and I would do it again, despite the cost.
"I gave you a chance, but you wasted it," I muttered in the silence, my voice lost in the stillness of my time-diluted space.
"Yet, I will honor you as a worthy adversary." There was no malice, only regret that things hadn't gone differently. He chose the wrong path, clinging to principles that would only lead to his destruction. And they did.
"What's the point of you coming here?" Ryuk asked, standing nearby.
"Because I want to. I'm not a heartless person and ending his life was not something I wanted. He did not do anything wrong and was on the side of justice." I glanced over to him.
"I would have preferred for him to live and have a fulfilling life where he has his children live in a better world." It pained me that he had to die but there's nothing we could do. He chose his path while I chose mine.
Ryuk looked puzzled and I didn't entertain him any longer. When it was over, I left the hospital unnoticed, vanishing as quickly as I had come. No one would ever know I had been there. No camera could capture me—not at the speed I moved.
It's been exactly a month since I've arrived in this world and possessed Light. The development of my company is going smoothly with the investment in the stock market will explode in a couple years if my prediction is correct and my influence continues with my other alter ego known as the World where I made step similar to Lu Li from the Eternal Club series having gather genius that aims to for Humanities evolution research and give me an entire miniature world that I can gain more lifespan and eventually use to travel through time to recruit genius like Nikola Tesla and Isaac Newton or even Albert Einstein. Stephen Hawking is still alive and kicking along with Dr. Michio Kaku.
I managed to recruit someone capable of hacking even the tightest security and someone who focuses on biological development. They are not aware of my identity as Kira and want to keep it that way.
If I'm able to gather this genius then I'll eventually be above and beyond humanity allowing me to truly change the world. Regardless, I still need to gather a personal special operation army under my command or even someone else. It doesn't matter.
Mercenary isn't the best but if I can find someone who won't try to go against me and simply seek something beneficial then I'll try to provide it. I proceeded to check my lifespan and amount I've gathered.
[ Name: Light Yagami ]
[ Age: 18 ]
[ Lifespan: 10,000 years, 11 months, 220 days, 24 hrs, 49 minutes, 59 seconds ]
Seeing the amount of lifespan I had I simply nodded and continued walking my way to the streets. I made my way to the gathering of the cult who worshipped Kira, the so-called savior they had devoted their lives to. Little did they know that I was the very figure they revered. The information I obtained from Makima proved invaluable, leading me straight to these fanatics who believed in the righteousness of Kira's judgment.
It was...satisfying, in a way. To see that there were those who saw me as a savior, someone who could reshape the world. Their blind faith would serve as a powerful tool in creating the new order I had envisioned. This was what I wanted—no, needed—to build the future I had always dreamed of. The pieces were falling into place, and soon, the world would know the true meaning of justice.
I tracked them to a secluded private property, hidden away from prying eyes. From my concealed position on the ground, I listened as a zealot priest delivered her sermon with fervor. The gathering was larger than I anticipated—around fifty people filled the massive venue, each one a victim of the unjust system I had long despised. Here were the forgotten, the broken, the innocents imprisoned while the true criminals roamed freely.
My gaze swept the room until I found the one who had orchestrated this gathering. He stood out, a leader among the desperate, and someone who piqued my interest. His presence held an authority that captivated the crowd, and it was clear he understood the weight of the world's injustice as well as I did. He was someone I could use—no, recruit—to further my vision. He could be the key to rallying more to my cause, a valuable piece in the construction of the new world.
I quietly observed from the shadows, taking in every detail as the gathering unfolded. On stage stood a young woman, commanding the attention of the crowd. She wore a gold-colored kāṣāya garment draped over black yukata robes, an outfit that exuded both tradition and authority. Her look was completed with white tabi socks and zōri sandals. Thin black eyes scanned the room, her bangs occasionally obscuring her left eye, adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. Her earlobes were adorned with large circular earrings that glinted under the dim light, accentuating her presence.
"You've come here, seeking Kira's justice. I understand your pain, your anger. You've been wronged by those who think themselves untouchable, cloaked in power and corruption. You're tired of watching them walk free while you suffer. But let me tell you this—what you seek isn't just justice. No, what you crave is freedom from the chains these monkeys have wrapped around your lives."
She paces slowly, her hands gesturing passionately.
"They sit in their ivory towers, treating the law as a plaything, bending it to suit their greed. They prey on the weak, manipulate the system, and believe that no force can ever bring them down. They think we're nothing, just faceless, nameless, beneath them. But that's where they're wrong. They've underestimated the people—the very people they've trampled on to climb to their thrones."
Her voice sharpens, growing more fervent.
"These corrupt ones… they're like monkeys—wild, chaotic, unpredictable. They swing from branch to branch, grabbing whatever they can, leaving destruction in their wake. They think they can rule the jungle, but they forget—monkeys can be hunted. And I say, it's time to bring them down."
She pauses, letting the weight of her words sink in, eyes scanning the crowd as they nod in agreement.
"With Kira, there's no place for them to hide. We are not here to play by their rules. We're here to dismantle them. We're here to purge this world of their rot, to cleanse the filth they've spread. Kira is the hand of justice, but it's up to us to wield it. We eliminate the monkeys, one by one, until there's no branch left for them to swing on."
She raises her hand, a silent vow, as her voice lowers but remains fierce.
"Justice isn't given; it's taken and we shall take it back. For Kira. For all of us."
As she spoke, her voice was calm yet filled with conviction. She preached about Kira's divine role in purging the world of evil, drawing a comparison to "monkeys," labeling those who were corrupt as primal, mindless creatures.
Her rhetoric was bold, painting a vivid image of a world cleansed by Kira's judgment, where only the worthy would remain. I listened intently, intrigued by the fervor she inspired in the audience. This woman had the power to ignite the spark of revolution in those desperate for change.
And perhaps, just perhaps, she was someone I could use to stoke the flames of the new world I intended to create.
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Unknown POV
Society... no matter what I do, it feels like it's never enough. I've given my all, poured out every ounce of effort I could muster to make the world a better place. I've sacrificed, I've helped, I've stood up for what's right. Yet, at the end of the day, does it even matter? It's like the world is rigged, a cruel game where the righteous are destined to suffer while the corrupt thrive in their decadence. They feast on greed and selfishness, indulging in their hedonistic lifestyles, while those who strive for justice are left broken, pushed to the margins. Is this the way it's meant to be?
No. I refuse to believe that, but... maybe it doesn't matter what I believe. This world seems set in its ways, and no matter how hard I try to change it, the weight of its injustice crushes down. It makes me wonder if there's even a point in trying anymore…
Why do the corrupt always win? I've asked myself that so many times, and every time, the answer feels darker. Maybe it's because the world was never meant for people like me—people who care. The corrupt, they don't have to try, they don't have to struggle. They lie, they cheat, they take what they want, and no one stops them. No one cares. It's like they're playing a different game, one where the rules don't apply, and all the while, I'm stuck here, fighting battles that don't matter.
Maybe that's the cruelest part of it all... it doesn't matter how hard I fight, how much I sacrifice. I look around, and it's always the same. The ones who step on others climb higher, while those of us who try to lift others up just get crushed under the weight. And for what? To be forgotten? To watch everything we've fought for crumble while they laugh? It's like the universe rewards them, as if corruption is the natural order of things. Maybe... maybe it is. And maybe that's why we're doomed.
Even criminals have more morals than the corrupt. At least a criminal knows what they are—a thief, a killer, a liar—they don't pretend to be anything else. There's a kind of twisted honesty in it. But the corrupt? They wear masks of virtue, convincing themselves and everyone else that they're doing the right thing, all while they rot everything from the inside. They don't just break laws; they break people, and they do it with a smile.
In the end, it's all meaningless, isn't it? Morality, ethics, principles—it's just a facade, a thin veil we cling to in a world that doesn't care. The criminals might break the rules, but the corrupt rewrite them to suit their whims. It's all the same game, but at least the criminals don't pretend it's anything more. In a world like this, where everything is built on lies, what's the point of trying to be good?
Everything changed when Kira appeared. For the first time, there was someone who could see through the lie of justice we've all been fed. The system, the laws—they were never meant to deliver real justice, just to maintain order, to protect the powerful. But Kira... Kira brought something different. His justice wasn't shackled by bureaucracy or hypocritical morals. It was raw, brutal, and honest. Finally, the corrupt had something to fear.
It's strange, isn't it? In this empty, meaningless world, it took something as ruthless as Kira to make me feel hope again. The world was never going to change on its own; the system was never going to correct itself. But with Kira, the scales tipped. People finally understood what it meant to be accountable. For once, the wicked couldn't hide behind their wealth, their lies. Maybe it's not ideal, maybe it's not pure, but in a world this broken, Kira's justice was the only kind that made sense.
In the void of meaninglessness, Kira brought clarity. In his hands, justice wasn't just a word—it was a force. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough.
From then on, I studied Kira's actions, meticulously following every move, every judgment. His vision was clear—he wasn't just erasing the corrupt; he was reshaping the world, piece by piece. The more I observed, the more I saw the pattern emerge, as if Kira was sending a message only a few could understand: "Deus Novus Mundi"—God of the new world. This wasn't just about punishment. It was a declaration, a mission to tear down the rotten foundation of the old world and build something entirely new.
I knew then what I had to do. Kira had laid the groundwork, but the transformation couldn't happen alone. I decided to start the next phase—building a society of those who sought true justice, who understood the necessity of destroying the old system. Together, we would dismantle the hypocrisy, the lies, the rot that had infected everything. This world had long been ruled by the corrupt, but under Kira's guidance, we would rise. We would become the architects of a new era, one where justice wasn't just an ideal—it was absolute.
It was during a month of tireless preparation, gathering those who shared my vision, that I gave sermons to stir their hearts, to ignite hope in their weary souls. The world we were building needed belief—belief in Kira's justice, belief in a future where the corrupt would no longer reign. It was going according to plan, until suddenly... time seemed to stand still.
Everything froze. The air felt heavy, like the entire world had paused in mid-breath. I looked around in shock, trying to make sense of the unnatural stillness. And then I saw him.
A figure stood at the edge of the crowd, draped in a long black overcoat, the kind that seemed to absorb the light around him. His vest, meticulously fastened, only added to his imposing presence. But it was his helmet that drew my attention most—a cold, reflective surface that hid his face entirely, making him an enigma, a shadow within the frozen world.
My heart raced. Who was he? And how had he stopped time itself? He spoke, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade—calm, deliberate, yet carrying an undeniable weight.
"I've been watching you," he said, each word echoing in the frozen air.
"You... are someone I need."
I stood there, my pulse pounding in my ears, unsure of what to say. His presence was overwhelming, like he commanded the very fabric of reality. His words were laced with certainty, as if he knew exactly who I was, what I was doing, and why. It was unsettling, yet there was something about him—a strange, magnetic pull that made me feel as though he had seen through everything I had built, every hope I had kindled in the hearts of my followers.
I gathered my composure, though my heart still raced in the unnatural stillness around us.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely steady.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, with a calmness that sent a chill through me, he answered, "I am Kira."
The words hit me like a shockwave. Kira? The very name that had become synonymous with justice, with a new world order. The figure I had devoted myself to, whose actions I had studied and whose vision I had chosen to follow—was now standing before me.
I couldn't speak. This was the one who had shaken the world, whose mere presence had inspired both fear and hope. And now he was here, telling me that he had been watching me, that he needed me. The weight of it was suffocating, yet somehow, a small spark of something—maybe awe, maybe fear—burned in my chest.
The moment his words sank in, clarity washed over me like a flood. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, bowing as low as I could, my forehead nearly touching the ground. This was no ordinary encounter—this was divine.
"Kira..." I whispered, my voice trembling with awe and devotion.
"I am honored beyond words to be in your presence." Every doubt, every hesitation I had before vanished. This was the one I had been following, the one whose path I had sworn to walk. To be acknowledged by him, to be needed by him, was more than I could have ever dreamed.
At that moment, there was no higher purpose, no greater calling than to serve him—to help bring forth the new world he envisioned.
"My, my," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "How come you didn't doubt who I was?" Still bowed low, I answered without hesitation.
"Only Kira could wield such power," I said, my voice steady with conviction.
"To freeze time itself, to bend reality in such a way... no one else could do that. Only the one who holds true justice, who has transcended the rules of this world."
I kept my gaze fixed downward, knowing full well that no one else could have achieved such a feat. I had seen the world's broken systems, its fragile rules, and its inability to enact true change. But this—this power was beyond anything I had ever witnessed. It was undeniable proof that he was Kira, the one destined to remake the world.
"Tell me," I asked, still kneeling, my voice filled with both reverence and anticipation.
"What is it that you need of me?"
There was a brief pause, the stillness around us feeling even heavier. I could sense his gaze on me, as if he were weighing my worth, deciding whether I was truly fit for the task. My heart raced, though I forced myself to remain calm. This was the moment I had been waiting for—the reason I had dedicated myself to his cause.
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