Bab 1: I don't know how I survived(Part 1)
When I came to, I was in a burning field.
There was a huge fire and as I searched through my memories I realized that the extremely familiar town was turning into ashes by the second as both people and buildings burned. It looked like the remains of a battlefield between gods, to be honest.
But as I passed in and out of consciousness I realized that the fire didn't last long.
As the yellow sun rose across the crimson-red sky filled with smoke it began to die down. The tall wall of flames that had surrounded me on all sides had shortened, and most of the burning buildings had already been consumed and fallen.
It felt strange, being the only thing within the burning field to not have been touched by the fires. To be the only thing that still retained its original form.
However, there was something I realized as I looked around.
I was the only person still alive around. The scent of burnt flesh filled the air and I would have gagged if not for the fact that my senses weren't currently working that well.
I was honestly very lucky to not have been harmed that much. Realizing that since I survived and had been reincarnated, and that I shouldn't waste this chance, I got up.
It took me quite a few tries as I kept falling as if my body wouldn't respond but eventually I was able to stand up.
Although the fire had lessened considerably from when I first came to, it was still extremely dangerous just to stay in the burning field in case the fire somehow spread once more.
As I started walking aimlessly through the burning field, I came to understand the fact that I wasn't concerned that much by getting burned up like the numerous dead bodies that lied around the field having been consumed by the flames.
…Probably because, over and above not wanting to be like the people around me, there was another feeling in my mind that calmed me even as the flames burned.
But still, there was little hope for me to survive if I couldn't find my way away from the flames. It was honestly a miracle that the flames hadn't consumed me the multitude of times I'd passed out.
Still, my body was gradually feeling heavier and heavier and without help, I would certainly die.
As the minutes passed, the calm feeling got stronger and despite me feeling like this fiery world would never end I didn't panic despite the absolute hell that I was currently in.
Eventually, 5 minutes turned into 10 and once more in 15 minutes. After 20 minutes of endlessly walking with my body becoming heavier with each step, I collapsed.
I was a fairly ordinary otaku when it came to my very being! What I was not was alive! You know the feeling you get that there is no meaning to your being! Yeah that feeling, I felt that every living second except when reading Light novels and watching Anime/manga.
I know I was a fucking sociopath but seriously family, education and job had made me a husk of that chunibyou cheerful teenager I was back in school.
I loved seeing the stories of the protagonists. My favourite were the Anti-heroes and sometimes Anti-Villains. I despised Heroes like Shirou EMIYA. Looks like whatever fucking God,ROB or whatever has sent me here for his own amusement knew very much about me or else wouldn't have thrown me into this wretched body. I despise EMIYA's ideals.
I would destroy the whole Moonlit if I have to for the safety of my family/lover(s) but maximum versions of that bastard sacrificed his family for being a 'Hero of Justice'. Laughable! I am not even saying this because the ideals are impractical or something because everything can be possible in this world but because the price often paid for such filmsy ideals were his close friends/Family. If I survive this ordeal, I would never ever even get close to those ideals.
I died due to slipping through stairs. It was an ordinary death. I have been given chance in this cluster fuck of a world. I will survive this. I will not fucking Die!!
As if hearing my plea, dark clouds started looming above and the fire was starting to be put out. Still everything within view was either burned up or currently burning and the number of shriveled people I could see were in the dozens possibly even hundreds. I am not a monster, I have the PTSD, the survivors guilt from all this but I would not Endanger my family due to my guilt.
It was quite sometime before the rain fully got rid of all the flames but eventually, it did.
I decided to lay in the rain waiting for it to be a little less hard on me. As the rain let up some, I decided that it was enough for me to keep on walking and got up from the rough earth I had collapsed on.
It was easier now to walk and although my body still felt extremely heavy, it wasn't becoming any heavier unlike before the rain.
I had walked probably around 25 meters when a tall man appeared in my vision.
Running up to me, I could see that he was smiling as he looked at me with tears coming from his eyes. Looking at him, I saw that he wore a black suit, pants, tie, along with a long black trench coat. The man's face which was partly covered by charcoal and smoke led into a pair of eyes that while full of defeat were shedding tears of happiness as he knelt down. His hair was short and black and I briefly stopped focusing on his features as he talked to me.
"Thank God, you're still alive. Are you okay? Do you need help?" The man asked.
"It.. hurts.. Bo..y he..vy.." As my eyes started closing it seemed like the heaviness finally started to make my body shut down.
'Still, this is... oddly familiar. Is that you... Kiritsugu?'
To this day, I don't know how I survived that disastrous day
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
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SaiPaced22 Tell me, was the opening too forceful or was it good enough to show how MC sees the world as. The MC is a sociopath but why and how of this will be explored in next Chapter. It will actually show his specific ideals in the next one.
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