Not long ago since modern technology arose. Humans were ever approaching the edge of their sovereignty, just as the resources of their home planet are nearly depleted.
As the last generations dwell with such a crisis, God finally decided to be more than just a spectator. Not for the sake of humanity, but rather selfishly as it's supposed to be.
It was brought upon by his sentiments. Renewed his set of values every hundred years. He is the most ideal model of a living thing but what could be the worst thing about it is that he had to satisfy his emotions and desires.
Among his creations closest to his form; humans are the finest and most capable of all his playthings. Fascinating, and sometimes unpredictable. They are definitely the ones who can entertain.
And now, everything's a bore—the God is lonely. He is the only absolute and continuous being, and no one can accompany him for eternity. And only one choice would favor his passions.
It was a mistake to be reincarnated a little too late. But it was the best time of the epoch to savor everything modernity can offer. Just like Yu Kazeshi's lifestyle, which caught the God's interests, tasting every single bit of wonder of the gaming world. God thought it's fun. It's actually tiring, but perhaps it won't be for him.
(Somehow, God's image will always reside to masculinity.)
Kazeshi is a shut-in, anti-social person—a typical introvert. He always plays computer games for most of the time being awake. He's raised by his grandparents and by this circumstance, he can't be given enough attention.—because babysitting is a pain, and old people can't do such.
How disgraceful for a youngster. He should be able to attend school for at least three consecutive days, but no, he is rather assimilated by pessimism. However, he's not completely hopeless. At least he cares about things, like how he neatly stacked his magazines and reading materials of pornographic content.—They are actually shelved.
After a one-digit streak of absences, he eventually stepped into the school gates once again.
An hour past the start of the first class session, he entered the classroom—he was severely out of schedule. As expected, his classmates were half-surprised—there was nothing much about him. Most of the class did not know his name yet, although it's already a month passed since the school year started.
He sure gave off a dead look by his eyes. Anyone would be uneasy in trying to start a conversation with him.
"Why am I here with these brainlets? I should have ceased my presence as if I'm of no use in this place." Kazeshi whispered to himself.
—he is not prideful as ever.
Should I be breathing the same air as them?—Moreover Kazeshi's baseless judgments, he hates establishing relationships with anyone.
"We're already doomed..."—why don't we just ignore the fact that the world is dying?—again, he though out loud but in a minuscule voice.
—he's partly nihilistic.
"Kazeshi, was it?—then why don't you just kill yourself?"
Himesaka Reanna, the one seated on his front, overheard his muttering. He was surprised by her unprecedented response. not because it's unexpected, but because it was someone of a fine sexual appeal—typically for an average person—suggesting him to do suicide.
—perhaps she's overrated and truly on every guy's preference. Also, for what she has said earlier is rather flattering, even though it contains the phrase "kill yourself."
By now, Kazeshi's face can't be any less lively; it makes him sick. The fact that he could not socialize effectively gives him a hint of self-hatred. But what dominated his consciousness, for now, is that how could someone casually start a conversation with him. *Shit, how can I respond to this? If I don't give a satisfying reply, then my reputation is done for!... But why?! Why am I like this just now?! Was it because it's her?! God Damm–.* Rummaging in his mind, stumbling on his reasonings. Conclusively, he ended up with bated breathing—he overreacted.
After all, he did not speak a single word. His displeased face conveyed a message unintentionally. Kazeshi gazed downwards. What was there on his line of sight was Reanna sitting in reverse on her seat with her legs far separated by the pair of back posts of her chair. She was just in a fine position to talk to someone on her back.
If he was aware of it, then he would be visualizing of the mid-section behind Reanna's miniskir–*...She's right, I should just die.*—yet it did not actually cross his mind.
Kazeshi's subconscious staring at the wrong direction is what made it awkward of a situation.
As soon as he redirected his sight slightly, Reanna swiftly turned away to her desk, and nothing but a memorable, unintentional peek from Kazeshi, as she accidentally shoves up her skirt while turning.
*—not quite burned into my memories, dammit.*—Reanna had no grasp of his reaction.
Reanna knew that she was constrained in an embarrassing position. *What the heck is with that odd stare?*
It was too late for Kazeshi,—Reanna already regretted their interaction.
*I did not think he would take that seriously.*
Not to mention, she had never failed to make friends with anyone—not until now.
No wonder why she started with a cheerful voice. *She's overfriendly and it might kill her*. Being mindful of the situation or not, Kazeshi would always keep his chilly attitude. Anyway, He never missed exams despite being indifferent. He was at least above average and most of his learnings comes from any sort of electronic games. It could be considered a mystery of what drives him to do enough. His overwhelming potential, however, could perhaps, transcend over the school rankings.
*—...Well then, how should I start...Oh, there you are, look how disgraceful you've become... Hmm, I should not mind as long as you have all your limbs. —I've been watching you. I've been watching everyone. And I did hear your prayers! —Say no more, my friend! I'll end your suffering...right...NOW!*—God honestly thinks it's a random pick.
—Unpossessed, like a ragdoll, that's how he is hereafter. His head got brought down by its own weight and with a hard contact onto the desk. Then a split-second distortion on the surroundings. The silence broke out in the classroom as everyone's sights were fixated to Kazeshi—precisely, Kazeshi's body—just a few moments before it started to lift its head. It had let out a groan—it was obviously painful.
—peculiar.
Kazeshi may not be needing a memorial service for now. Of course, nobody is aware, that Kazeshi was banished to oblivion. Everyone seems not to mind after seeing his body reanimate unsuspiciously.
In memory of Yu Kazeshi—he lived until a paradigm shift.
*Now, let's have some fun!*
...
"Hello! Everyone is certainly gonna have a good day today. I assumed that you're already prepared for our first monthly examination."
On a not-far distance, the examiner started distributing exam papers. The God—perceivably, in Kazeshi's body—stares quizzically on his desk as the sheets had reached in front of him.
"...everyone, please do your best...!" The teacher reassured.
"Oh, goodness, I did not think this could be my first experience in this world!" Really confusing of him as he's not supposed to say it out loud. Attempting to let out a broken laugh and by the first syllable—"hah~"—discontinued by his seatmate. "Yo, are you alright?"
To his left is the one who put him into a pause—Gabriel. "Are you sick? ...should bring yourself to the clinic... or present an excuse so that you can go home." He stated it, in a monotonous way.
"...Ha...haha, that's ridiculous of you—I'm just feeling so alive right now." smiling yet squirming by his head. Now that he's reincarnated among his inferiors, he can finally experience misfortune.
It was nothing but eccentric in Reanna's covert attention. She thinks that she was not supposed to hear such a conversation from behind. It was strange of Kazeshi, not having a crippled voice. She turned by slight for a glance just to found Kazeshi lazing on his seat.
"Seriously, he's done already?!" Reanna's still poking the first question with her pen.
"How could I not notice him writing in a blaze? His pen should've been making some noise." She does have her unchanging expectations towards Kazeshi—mysteriously—Why didn't she just assumed that he hadn't even started yet?... Well, for instance, It was just the reason why she's good at making friends. But still, it's pretty much, not normal.
Actually, Kazeshi hasn't lifted his pen yet. Not while being a little enthralled by the atmosphere. Aside from the windows that were tightly sealed, it appears that humans were eager in helping each other more than that of the past generations he witnessed. Unironically sophisticated; they are supposed to be inherently selfish. Assuredly because they were not currently in pain; something excruciating can make them at least unsympathetic.
...
"Times up!"...
Kazeshi did not put much pressure on his ball-point pen, making it fast and inaudible. Reanna's presumptions were rendered true since Kazeshi actually finished for real. However, his extraordinary performance was clear from either side,—seatmates of the same row—especially from Gabriel. He witnessed God's godlike quality of having "no erasures or hesitations—?" Gabriel pretty much knows a person's limit. But God isn't that fast. It's quite a cheat of what he did. He shifted into another dimension where time is slower but he still existed in a dimension that is common to humans. God seems to be an ordinary human judging his intellect alone. It's like the same Kazeshi but much less corrupted.—has urges to do things unconditionally.
Wearing his unusual face of astonishment, Gabriel approached the God with apparent jealousy.
"Ishi, how did you...?"
"Wha–, that wasn't against the rules, right?" He spouts as if troubled by Gabriel's question.—Regarding that flimsy notion that there would be punishments to one that is caught cheating.
God was arching over his desk, trying to overthink. The teacher approaches and stated these while halfway to Kazeshi's direction: You forgot to write your name, your writings are too faint and it's not a penmanship I'm familiar with. Then the teacher stopped beside his desk.
"I thought the gods have forsaken you." he spouted before putting up a wry smile.
"Self-study can only do so much." Gabriel's idiosyncratic reproach, intending to clue the teacher about cheating.
It's normal for Gabriel to achieve high scores. He's a genius in their class with its gluttony exceeding the required intake for normal metabolic functions.—one of the greatest gamers in the toujima (遠島) district. But Kazeshi's apocryphal performance left him puzzled.
"I guess I have to blend in with their imperfectness."
It was odd nevertheless, for Kazeshi to forget about his name. God does not know about his backstory or personality as his body was just arbitrarily chosen to be inhabited by the absolute being.
The school bell rings—signifies a relief from a long examination session.
* * *
It was enough to call it a day, but of course not for some. Kazeshi went out to explore the world—still just the campus. He walked the corridors along with a critical deliberation.
Almost an hour of roaming inside the school premises. Luckily, he found himself well-timed with the transition of the heavenly colors as he reached the rooftop.
He's baffled and is completely aware of how much his powers caused him boredom. He wanted it... so bad that he did not give it a second thought. Once again, a similarly strange phenomenon agitated everyone's consciousness—to whoever was present at the moment. He fell down to his knees after his blinding discharge. He expelled all his unnatural abilities—temporarily.
"I better not let myself regret this..." he spoke ominously out of exhaustion.
God clearly felt the heaviness of his vessel. He continuously palpitates until he collapsed—his body remembered its fatigue.
As the lingering luminosity around him slowly dissipated, manifests a silhouette figure of a familiar student.
Along with the cold breeze, Reanna walked towards Kazeshi while holding down her skirt. Her shadow protruded towards Kazeshi. His sights were cloudy as he tries to keep his wake upon the beautiful twilight.
A little of what Kazeshi is not aware, It's not just him who was facing the sunset. The student council secretary did come to the rooftop not only to witness his blinding halation—she was also bored with her life.
"Secretary Hideyoshi, what is Kazeshi doing here?" Reanna started.
"I don't know... But that was a strange sight lately, perhaps a work of a supernatural being." Mieko replied.
"Really?"
"I'm not forcing my claims into you," blankly as if she has to take back her statement assuming that it's gravely irrelevant.
"Eh?"
The secretary is not a typical servant of someone superior.—She's apathetic on everything.—Her lack of emotions allows her to cultivate more for her idiosyncratic philosophy.
"We can't just leave him like this." She voiced calmly while still troubled on Mieko's approach.
"...and we can't just take him home without conducting an investigation. There's still time before the school utility personnel are going to check the rooftops."
"I hope so."
"Himesaka, please take off his clothes for me." Her plea sounded like a command to Reanna.
Mieko's request was stuck in her mind for a whole minute. She's totally flustered by the thought of having a chance to lay her hands on someone of the opposite sex freely. Also, she did not ever think of a little girl asking for such irrelevance.
While she's having trouble evaluating Mieko's personality, a word escaped her lips subconsciously.
"...pervert..."
"I can assure you that I'm not any degenerative as you think." Mieko retorted.
"T–Then why me?" Reanna uttered as she's bright red.
"You two were classmates, and given the fact that you looked for him, way until here merely expresses your concerns for this guy." Mieko explained as she starts to undo Kazeshi's belt. "Would you mind helping me here?"
"!!!"
Reanna went hesitant about trying to stop her. What is not enough to convince him is that they "are not in a place to violate someone." She even hardly thinking of another way to stop this seemingly wholesome situation. However, she pulled out her smartphone and took a few steps backward. Right before Mieko noticed, she already captured this moment of caress.
"Himesaka! don't you dare–"
"I believe all investigations were kept as documents. So I helped you just like you've said."
"Mieko fixed up Kazeshi's clothes."
"Well played, Himesaka, but did you truly intended to stop me? Were you jealous?... and I don't think anyone would put such photo into documentation."
Reanna bit her lips and was dissatisfied. Mieko let out a sigh as she withdraws from her current position.
"You'll be the one to take him home right?" Mieko walked away as if she lost interest.
"You should come with us, it's getting dark." Reanna proposed.
"Don't follow me. Anyway, maste–, Gabriel can help you that."
It's clear that she stumbled on her words but Reanna paid no further mind.
"Oohh! that great lard!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
*cheerfully...?*
* * *
Dexterity, strength, immortality, time-manipulation, and luck.
These are the great attributes, given away by the time God debilitated himself.
Across the quarter filled with gloom, here belongs the student council president. Far beyond consideration to be among the top tier of students in the Experimental Academy. He has acquired a wide range of authority and privileges.
Behind the school-gates reveal a prestigious workplace constituted by more than 700 teachers and staffs. It's a place specialized for human experimentations, and do forceful advancement of humans as a species.
People who are trying to take the job of being a teacher are being denied as they can't reach the school's over-the-top standards. That's why some students are given authority to prevent the school from anarchy. These hired students are exceptional. Some of them have been subjected to human experimentations and some of them performed the experiment themselves. They weren't elected as if they were chosen to be respected, but whoever defies them will have their punishments inevitable.
Careful footsteps marching towards the president's office. Along with her weight are papers stacked above her palm making her barely able to see the door before her. —but she doesn't even have to knock, as it has this automated biometric security.
"Pres.... ?"
Let me feed your eagerness. Mieko promptly dumped the papers on the president's desk. She's trying to keep her exhaustion.
"I have something to report,... sir."
"Oh yes, your hallucinations?"
"You... think so?" Her words suspended as she forcibly controls her palpitations.
"Well, I guess..." The President stood up to see over the towering papers on his desk. He found his servant behind it, the secretary. Mieko gave an apathetic glare in exchange.
"Pres., what do you intend to do with these misfits?" Mieko passed a thin folder with papers containing descriptions of a few students.
"Oowh, my god!, goodness, I mean. We can have at least one guinea pig with these!"
"But sir, they just happened to be several points away to get average."
"Oh for your sake my dear little sister, they tripped past the threshold, didn't they?"
"They are not far from passing. We are– "
"'–We are to maximize our students' aptitude'... I know." Just as when Mieko's words were cut short,—the president handed the files back to her as he walked slowly around to the other side of the table where the secretary is standing.
"You're going to present this to the secret laboratory." He bowed down slightly to whisper on Mieko's ear.
"They are what you call misfits, right? Among the 10 000 students in this plantation.", then he slowly closed the gap as he gives the secretary a gentle pat on her head.
"Human subjects are very essential for research, and it's rare to have female ones." The president smiled, secretly.
...
Mieko Hideyoshi, not long ago since she accepted her own death. It varies among intellectuals if her life is tragic or not. She doesn't even know whether she has to be thankful or not. Nevertheless, it is only that she lost the essence of life. Everything went tasteless at some point. No one can ever imagine how she perceives pain and pleasure as the very same thing.
Not a trace of passion behind Mieko's glasses. What dwells inside her mind is logic and nothing else. The emotions on her past are nothing but the faintest memories. But still, she knew it existed.
To hold no grudge and to satisfy any desire. None of these mean anything to Mieko. Such truth can give no interruption to her thoughts, making it boundless and acquire what's unintelligible. Therefore, it ends up with her believing obscure conspiracies; it's certain to her perspectives that God exists, and somehow, it's the absolute truth.
Though it was said that religion does seem to be opposing rational convictions. It's not even by the slightest, a description in Mieko's case. Philosophy is everything but was actually just a fraction on her reasonings—she did not rely on science alone. Whatever she has, was best left unexplained as if the truth is of no use to us.
"Very well sir, shall you hear about my *hallucinations* now?"
The president hesitated before he could retort. He made a far back-track in his mind as he loosens that wry smile he had earlier.
Stepping half backward with his palm still on his elder sister's head, he finally delivered his awaited response.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you." he steered out of topic.
"Not your lamentations again, sir. But I can always comfort you if you wish."
The President felt her cold blandishment across his nape. Opening his eyes after shedding the first teardrops reveals a familiar smug face of his sister. Tiptoed and pulling up her weight to close the gap between their faces.
"You wanted to do it with me right. And you said it was one of my life purposes." struggling as he tries to press herself against his brother's creaseless tux.
The president was about to cry out his guilt while eagerly concealing the raging projection below his belt.
"Jeez, you should be lifting me by my thighs right now." Mieko pulled the triggering statement through mumbling it childishly, like a typical little sister.
"WHAAAT?! That was none of the words I taught you! You sick broken specimen! Don't fu**ing ruin my reputation! Please!" He yelled Immediately after knocking her back with all his might.
She stood up and fixed herself like nothing happened as if they just suddenly parted a few meters away. The harassment did not bother her at all.
"Look at your self, you can't even feel pain!" he cried.
"...and you said it several times that you did this to me."
"SHUT UP!!!" he screamed in agony.
"... you said that I was good as dead," Mieko added
"NO! Please stop!" yet again, as the gloomy place turned stressed.
"...you also told me to be obliged when I became your personal *onahole*."
"I KNOW! Dammit...it's...utterly...absurd."—out of breath.* Wait, I never wanted her to be a plaything. And did she just say 'onahole'?*
The President had wrung his mind after forcing his voice a few times.
"I'm sorry if I lost you..."
It was the president—her younger brother, befitted on the title of a doctor—who introduced her to a lifeless way of living; gave her a new self, rid of emotions.
"I can clearly remember how much of an ostentatious little brother you are to me, but I just don't remember how it felt like. I'm just relying on you now, to keep myself on the good side. Because I would never feel if its right or a wrong thing to do. I believe that someday, I will redeem my emotions. So please make me survive until then, although I'm utterly selfless. At least someone can feel my importance, if not my self; or appreciate my existence. Please... sir, I'm counting on you!" then she finished stripping off her clothes, all of it.
Just after a spark of hope upon hearing her statement. The President turned to be dead inside, unsure of what to do next.
"What are you doing...?"
"Don't I have to be bare when subjected to an experiment?"
"Huh? right now?"
"We're already in the secret laboratory, sir."
The president proceeds to recall the errors in his memories despite being defeated. "But...How–...When did you...?"
"Sir, have you ever wondered why everyone in the student council is absent?" Mieko dropped her glasses, landing on the pile of garments next to her.
"Because I'm on the wrong room,... okay."
The President forgot about the fact that the student council's room and the secret laboratory had its insides identical. Its purpose was that if someone were to take pictures inside the laboratory, it would be essentially mistaken as the distinctive student council interiors.—for the sake of the lab's secrecy.
Mieko was aware that she was killed by her brother last week. Still, she hasn't recovered from the fleeting effects of neurological brainwashing. So as the brainwashing was a prerequisite before the main surgery.
"Now you just longed for your sister after you mind-break her." she formulated the reproach with her sincerely fake remorse.
"Don't make it sound like I had sexually violated you. Besides, surgeries must have at least ten months of interval in your case."
It was fairly obscuring his cognitive functions as he's arguing to someone that is completely naked—that is one of the downsides of an unaltered human.
The president considered how Mieko ought to discover his intentions on why he used her at first.
Normally, there would be test subjects to approve research. And the President had yet to see and fully conclude the outcome of the experiment.
"Listen Mieko, I can't revert the experiment now. You still had those fresh stitches on your back... wait...!" Speaking of which, The President widened his eyes as he's interrupted with a flashback of a very recent moment.
He warily rushed towards Mieko, putting aside his sexual delusions, then arrived close before her. Hurriedly peeked over her height as he sweeps her hair to reveal the marks of the surgery.
He did not expect such a lewd overview—he hated to admit. So he swiftly switched place to take a proper view of her back, hoping not to see something worse.
"I–I'm really sorry that I went hard on you! Just... how could I... forgot?!" –with a melancholic mood as he slowly wraps his arms around her.
"You mean, you knocked me four and a half meters backward sir, don't make it sound like you have sexually violated me." As a retaliation, but without the fake remorse.
"Just be thankful that you're still alive," he replied while still latched on her back.
"Is that how you give a hug, sir?"
"Huh...?"
Mieko grew unsure of her set of values. With the president failed to give a mature response—perhaps, no liable response at all—as he was lost in his guilt. On the President's side,—also unsure of where he is touching—had no chance of noticing her almost volumeless bosom. Then he released her without even knowing.
"Sir, about my report..."
"Go on."
"I'm sorry if I tried to end my self yesterday..."
"Seriously?!"
She began to narrate yesterday's strange event. The president stood perplexed, least because of Kazeshi, but because of Mieko came back from the rooftop without using the staircase or any device that could transport her down safely.
"... but... how did you survive?"
"I failed to find out, so I did another attempt."
"What... are you?"
"I consulting you now, sir."
"Don't make me take back my apology!!"
Somehow, it made sense to the president on how she was not bleeding after he applied a brute force on her. So he was now convinced to proceed with the experimentation.—hoping that no one heard his screaming lately.
And so he *played* with his sister all day long, as grasping through one's living flesh never cease to amuse him.
—the God was once godly until his weariness dealt another damage to his attendance record.