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Date: Tuesday , 26 jun year : 4300
Steps in
"Hey, hey, Prime Minister!
Your story—it's been banned. People are furious! They're
calling you a psycho!
It's full of dark stuff—mental and physical torture... I
mean—what were you thinking?!"
The man leaned back in his chair, calm.
"Well, well... I already knew this would happen. I just
published a real story, and they all lost their minds."
He turned his gaze to his assistant.
"Anyway, listen."
"Yes, Prime Minister?"
"Arrange a press meeting."
"What? But... the people are still furious—depressed,
even—after reading your book!"
"I said: arrange the meeting. Got it?"
"...Understood."
A few hours later...
He stood in front of the flashing cameras, the crowd already
seething.
"Well, looks like I'm going to hell," he muttered with a
half-smile.
Then, to the crowd, he spoke up.
"Hey there! How are you guys? Did you enjoy my story?"
"SHUT UP! What the hell did you write?!"
"My child has gone insane after reading it! Are you proud of
that?!"
"Go home and f*** yourself, you sicko!"
"Yeah! You're disgusting!"
He raised his hand—and his voice.
"Alright. I'm only going to say this once. Shut your damn
mouths and listen. Did any of you even read the full story?
No? Then let me tell you the real version—start to finish.
After that, you'll have no excuse to twist my words."
"Fine! Then speak, you f***ing lunatic. Tell us! We're
listening!"
He looked straight at them, eyes calm but burning.
"Good. Because this is not fiction. This is a true
story—something that happened four thousand years ago. And it begins with a
boy... a boy who was only four years old."
His voice dropped lower.
"His name was Isutama Yuta—the fifth son of the Tsimi
family. He had two older brothers, twin boys aged nineteen. Two older sisters,
twins as well, both twenty. One mother. One father."
"At birth, he was the most cherished child in the household.
But like many wise men have said—'Happiness never lingers long.'"
"When he turned four, something changed. The entire family
stopped talking to him. No greetings. No warmth. They'd just tell him to stay
home, stay quiet."
"The reason? Their grandfather—the family head—had died. And
in his will, he left everything to Isutama. All his wealth. All the property.
The entire family business."
"For a few days after the funeral, they pretended to care.
They sat together. Watched movies. Played games. Sang songs like a real family.
But none of it was real…"
But when he turned six, his family handed him a document.
"Just sign here," they said with artificial smiles.
He was still too young—too naïve—to understand. He trusted
them. And so... he signed it.
Right after, each family member came in—one by one—and
slapped him.
"Remember your place!"
"Keep your mouth shut, idiot!"
"You're nothing but a tool!"
Isutama stared at them, confused, his face red with
handprints and shame.
He couldn't understand. Had he done something wrong...?
Later, when he asked, his mother simply laughed.
"All we ever wanted was the property our father gave you.
That's it. We were only pretending to care. You were never our family—you were
just our little toy."
Isutama... was a kind-hearted boy. He forgave easily. Even
after that, he smiled through the pain.
At school, it was no different—his so-called friends used
him too. They only wanted things from him, and he gave them freely.
Then one day, he overheard those "friends" mocking him
behind his back.
He stood there silently.
Then... he forgave them too.
Just like he had forgiven his family.
That night, when he returned home, his family told him to go
to his room. But when he opened the door...
The walls were covered in hand-scrawled posters.
"DIE."
"DIE, YOU BH."*
"YOU'RE A FOOL."
The handwriting was clearly his siblings'.
His room was a mess. They had done this deliberately.
And yet...
Minutes later, his sister collapsed from a migraine.
Isutama, instead of walking away, helped her. He massaged her head. He brought
her water.
He helped his brothers too.
Day after day, he helped everyone—no matter how cruel they
were. Like this, a year passed.
Then, one day, he overheard them again.
"Hey, listen... our little brother—"
"Don't call him our brother. Just remember, we need one last
signature from that idiot. Then we kick him out for good."
"Oooh, my children are so clever."
"Thank you, dearest mother~"
Isutama stood silently behind the door, trembling.
It feels like... my heart has died inside.
Still... I'll rest in my room, just for today.
Next morning
"Hey, brother, sister... can you bring me those papers? I'll
sign them quickly."
"Huh? Did you overhear us?"
"Who cares? That was the plan anyway."
"You're right. Here—sign this."
"Okay... done. Anything else?"
"Yeah. Give me your hand."
"Huh...? Alright..."
Suddenly—
SLAM!
"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOU WORTHLESS PIG!!"
"I already knew this was coming. Fine. I'll leave. Take care
of yourselves."
"Wait!"
His mother stormed over.
"Take this shoe to your face before you go. I wish... I wish
you were never born!!"
Isutama stood there.
Aaaagh... my heart... it hurts so much... but it's okay...
I'll go now.
Outside, voices mocked him.
"Hey look! He's really been kicked out!"
"Yeah! Finally! Poor fool! Hahaha!"
"Take this, kid. Here's something for dinner!"
"Bones? You gave him bones? Hahaha! Fits him perfectly!"
Isutama smiled faintly.
Yeah... I expected this. It was bound to happen sooner or
later.
He picked up the bones.
I might need this... Let's find a place to sit.
Just then, someone grabbed his wrist.
"Hey! What are you doing? Come with me."
"Huh...? Who are you?"
"You idiot, we're in the same class!
Remember me? I'm Ayoui Kiwatari. I... I had a crush on you."
"What...?"
"But never mind that right now. You're coming with me.
You'll live at my place from now on."
"Wait, what? Seriously...? I mean—I'm not sure how I can
repay you—"
"You will repay me."
"That...?"
"You're going to marry me."
"WHAT?! M-marry you? But I'm so dense, and you're... you're
beautiful, and I..."
"Shut up. You're mine now. And I'm yours. Got it? Let's go."
"Oh, and just so you know... I'm the richest girl in the
city."
"Huh...? Y-you're serious?"
"Dead serious."
Later, after their sudden marriage
They sat together in her luxurious home.
"Well... it's our first night alone, isn't it, Isutama-kun?"
"Y-yeah... I was thinking maybe we should wait a few
years—at least until I turn 18..."
"If that's what you want... then we'll wait."
And so, they waited. Two years passed.
On his 18th birthday—
"Hey, Isutama... we're both 18 now."
"Yeah... so... let's begin."
They did.
The next day
"I'm heading out, darling! Take care of the house—and
yourself!"
"Okay! See you soon!"
Scene: Rainfall and Betrayal
Ding dong...
"Huh... the doorbell? At this hour?"
Isutama opened the door slowly. Outside, in the rain, stood
two familiar figures.
"...Sister? You too?"
They looked wet, shivering. Their eyes... oddly calm.
"It's raining. Can we come in... just for a bit?"
Isutama hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. Come in. I'll get you
both some dry clothes."
A few minutes later—
"If you don't mind," one of them asked, "can we wait in your
room?"
"Sure," Isutama said kindly. "I'll bring you some coffee
too."
He left to prepare drinks.
When he returned, he handed them their cups. "Here you go.
Be careful, it's hot."
"Thanks. Hey, Isutama... can you close your eyes for a
moment?"
"Huh...? Um... okay?"
...
...
Suddenly—his head throbbed. A heavy pressure in his mind.
"Aaagh... my head... what...?"
He collapsed.
Later...
Isutama woke up groggy, confused... and horrified.
His sisters were in his room—undressed—smiling strangely.
"What... what happened?!"
"You really don't remember?" one asked playfully. "You were
amazing... I was melting~"
The other smirked. "You were wild. You even recorded it."
"What?! No—I never—I would never—!"
"Don't believe us? See for yourself."
One of them showed him a video on her phone. His eyes
widened in shock.
"No... this isn't...! What did you do to me?!"
"You need to take responsibility now. For our child."
"But... we're siblings...!"
"Who cares?"
Suddenly—
The door slammed open.
"ISUTAMA!"
"Ayoui?! Wait—it's not what it looks like! Please believe
me!"
She looked at him, eyes clear and unwavering.
"I believe you."
"You do...?"
"You would never hurt someone. And I already knew they might
try something."
She turned to the girls.
"Leave. Now."
"You really think we care? We got what we came for. Money.
Power."
"Fine. Take the money. Just leave him the hell alone."
After they left
Isutama collapsed in the hallway, shaking.
"Are you... still sure about me, Ayoui?"
She smiled, kneeling beside him.
"A relationship without trust is fake. Ours is real. I knew
the truth. That's why... I already bought us a house."
"A house...?"
"In another country. A new life. Come with me?"
He wiped his eyes.
"Anywhere. As long as I'm with you."
"Good. But first... want some real coffee?"
He laughed softly. "Only if it's not drugged this time."
(Inside the Lab | A Lost Soul)
Isutama sat chained, barely conscious. His body was covered
in marks — not from violence, but from experiments. Injections. Tests. Torture.
Every day, the scientist returned. And Ayoui watched, now
twisted by obsession and ambition.
"You were the key, Isutama," she said. "To
eternal life."
He didn't reply. He couldn't. His spirit had already died
long ago.
Then, one day, the scientist left behind a strange object —
glowing faintly, contained in a sealed capsule.
"A failed prototype," the scientist muttered. "Not edible."
But Isutama… was desperate.
He crushed the capsule.
And he ate it.
[ Rebirth]
Agony. Then silence. Then… clarity.
His wounds healed.
His vision sharpened.
His pain — gone.
His body had transformed.
No longer human.
Not quite monster.
He was something... more.
[Scene: Collapse of the World]
He escaped.
And he burned the lab.
He destroyed the city.
Then country after country.
The pain… the betrayal… it echoed louder than any scream.
One by one, cities fell under his hand.
Not out of vengeance — but out of emptiness.
"If life is just suffering, then I'll free everyone from
it."
He called it mercy.
But it was destruction.
And after ten years...
Only one country remained.
[At the Border]
He stood on a hill, looking down at the last untouched land.
Mountains. Forests. Homes. People.
He clenched his fists. His body still bore the mark of
experiments — but he no longer felt pain.
He had forgotten it.
He had forgotten everything.
Until—
"Bwother?"
He looked down.
A small girl was tugging on his cloak.
"Can you show me the way back to my house? I'm lost."
He blinked. Her eyes… innocent. She reminded him of someone.
Someone he once was.
"I—" he hesitated.
She smiled. "You're the one who's been destroying the world,
right?"
His breath stopped.
"You… you know?"
"Yes. But… you're not evil. I think you were just hurt."
He swallowed hard.
"What's your name?"
"Isutama Kiyori," she said.
His heart stung.
"…Isutama?"
She nodded. "I named myself after a hero. From an old
story."
[Redemption]
He walked her to the village silently.
"Do you hate me?" he asked.
"No," she said. "Because you're crying."
He hadn't noticed. But his face was wet.
Tears.
Real ones.
"Maybe I forgot how to feel," he said.
"But… thank you for reminding me."
Hey..."
"Huh…?"
"Hey... look behind you."
Isutama turned slowly.
There was no one.
But a voice whispered again.
"I'm inside you."
"What…? Inside me?"
"Yes. The thing you consumed… that glowing core? That wasn't
just an experiment. It was me. A part of me."
"W-Who are you?"
"I've heard every thought of yours since then. Your regrets.
Your rage. Your search for death."
"So... where do I go now? Hell?"
"No. You don't go to hell. You don't go anywhere."
"What… what does that mean?"
"Immortals don't die. They vanish. Like they never existed."
"…But I can't die… right?"
"Not now. But you can, eventually."
"How?"
"You'll need to stay with me… and repeat a sacred ritual.
For 3,000 years."
"3,000 years… with you? But wait, what kind of—?"
"Every time we bond, a child will be born. And for the
ritual to complete, you must... consume that child."
"...What?"
"If even one survives... if someone else consumes them...
they too will become immortal."
Isutama stood frozen. His heart, long devoid of feeling,
cracked slightly.
"And… if I refuse?"
"Then your curse continues. Forever. But… I have a failsafe.
I made a pact with a devil. Only those with a twisted, silent heart—psychos,
recluses, void of empathy—can enter this realm."
"If even one such person wanders in… the mark will attach to
them, and drag them to the Demon World."
"…Wait. How can you make a pact with a devil?"
"Because I am not human. Not anymore. I am the King of
Crethipiries."
"I am... Somoka Duolo."
The name echoed like thunder through Isutama's mind.
"Somoka Duolo... You've forgotten your real name?"
"Yes. And that's why this story must end."
[3000 Years Later]
He did as was asked.
The ritual, the rebirth, the cycle.
And at last… he died.
The King of Crethipiries — Somoka Duolo — ceased to exist.
But…
"What the f—"
"Where is this place?!"
"You said he is dead so now there is no one who can kill us
! Right
"Let me repeat once more..."
The story of the King of Crethipiries — Somoka Duolo — has
ended.
But not the world.
Not the curse.
This place you stand in?
It is that land.
Look behind you.
A door opened.
From the red mist stepped a child, cloaked in shadows.
"The son of the King of Crethipiries… has returned."
"And he has come... to rule you all."
Chapter 1: End
Note: Like I said… it's a one-shot light novel and I have
small bonus for you guys see under
From: Banri Tada
Note : (Well it's a little gift for those who wanted to know
abount the girl part which was eaten by mc and those are thinking what was
that...)
(Takes place just after Isutama consumes the glowing core
inside the lab)
Inside his mind—black void.
A whisper crawled through his consciousness.
"You devoured me… without knowing what I was."
Isutama froze.
"Who… who's there?"
"Your rebirth... was not your doing. It was mine. You
consumed me. My essence. My soul."
"You mean... that experiment? That glowing core?"
"Not an experiment. I am… or was… Elaris Vythorne. The Core
of Eternity. The Forgotten God of Souls. Once worshipped, then imprisoned...
and finally… devoured."
The air inside his mind twisted. Isutama's hands trembled.
"I was sealed inside that capsule by the scientists. They
didn't know what I was. But now… I am part of you. Bound to your spirit."
"If I… ate a god, then… what am I?"
"A vessel. A weapon. A throne."
"Why do I still hear you? You're inside me. But you're…
dead, right?"
"Dead? Perhaps. But my will lingers. My soul was too heavy
to vanish. And so I remain… a shadow whispering in your blood. Watching.
Guiding. Laughing."
Isutama sank to his knees, gripping his skull. The laughter
echoed like thunder.
"Then tell me… why do I feel nothing anymore?"
"Because your soul has fused with mine. I was once
divine—but I was corrupted. Tortured. Betrayed by my own followers. Their
despair bled into my godhood… and I became… this."
"Somoka Duolo."
"Yes. The name you gave yourself? It was mine. A buried
memory, bleeding back into your bones."
Lore Drop: The Curse of Vythorne
"There is no death for us, Isutama. Only echoes. You cannot
die until the final child is consumed."
"And if even one lives—"
They will rise. And become the new King of Crethipiries."
Isutama clenched his fists.
"I see… this curse isn't just mine. It began with you."
"Correct. But now, it ends with you. If you break the
cycle."
"How?"
"You must choose. Feed the curse… or destroy it. And in
doing so… me."
"Then… maybe it's time the world forgot you."
Summary of Elaris Vythorne:
Ancient god, betrayed and sealed by his own followers.
His divine core was mistaken for a failed experiment by
scientists.
Isutama consumed him, unknowingly inheriting godhood,
immortality, and the curse of rebirth.
His voice lingers within Isutama, but he wishes only for the
curse to end—even if that means his own soul must vanish.
His real name was erased from history, now known only as:
Elaris Vythorne – The Core of Eternity