First of all Fuck you Webnovel hope whoever runs their company have their balls get an incurable fungal infection...
I've been unable to post for some time and i had two of my stories wiped off for no reason what the fuck ....?
Anyway I reread this and i realised that this fic basically world on two things coolness factor leo subplots and Tiamat other than that its pretty shite...
Below is a redirected first 3000 words of a better version i have in mind...
Hope will be replaced by either Wednesday addams or Eleven from stranger things as a place holder of non-romantic femqle charachter and fury is up for debate...
Anyway its mostly redo of this fics firet two chapters but there is a significant change to Leo's Abilities and its no longer chat group !
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Today was a beautiful day.
The sky was clear, with clouds drifting lazily.
The sun brought its usual warmth and light, and life moved forward just as it always did.
People began their routines—heading to work, fulfilling duties, or simply idling away time.
In a city like any other in Japan, one school stood out: fancier, more refined than the rest.
Even if something strange were to happen, life wouldn't stop—after all, today marked the first day of the school year.
New and returning students gathered to begin their academic journey.
Smiles lit the faces of the students as they made their way to campus.
For the boys, those smiles were a little wider—this was a girls' school, after all.
Everyone seemed excited, wondering what the year might bring.
Everyone except one boy, sitting alone on a park bench a mile away from the school.
He had slightly long black hair that fell over his forehead and wore black-framed glasses.
A pair of headphones, decorated with glowing blue lines and details of some anime rested around his neck.
His clear blue eyes reflected the sky itself.
While his face wouldn't grace the cover of a fashion magazine, he was undeniably handsome.
He wore the Kuoh Academy boys' uniform, yet his expression betrayed no excitement.
"It's fucking boring…" he muttered, glaring up at the sky with visible annoyance.
"I'm in a world with vague mythology, no clear training system, and a broken power structure. And yet… I can't do a damn thing."
He let out a deep sigh.
A breeze rustled the trees around him, but he ignored it.
"The stories always made it sound so exciting," he continued, as if narrating to the wind.
"Get isekai'd, gain powers, change the world." He gestured vaguely to the horizon.
Adjusting his glasses, he glanced toward the distant silhouette of Kuoh Academy, where students were already gathering.
This was Leo's 17th year in this world.
And Leo… wasn't from here.
His existence was an anomaly in a world ruled by gods, angels, and devils.
Why and how he arrived here remained a mystery—even to him.
It wasn't until his 16th birthday that his memories returned.
That day was a disaster.
One moment he was cutting cake with his family, the next, his mind was overwhelmed by memories of a life he'd forgotten.
He nearly hurled the cake at his parents out of sheer frustration.
Sixteen years.
Sixteen years of blissful ignorance.
His memories had been sealed, and he had lived as any normal child would.
And for what? To be dumped back into chaos with just one year to prepare for what felt like a death sentence.
The city he lived in now wasn't normal.
The school he was supposed to attend certainly wasn't.
That became clear once his memories returned.
He ran all the usual tests—jumping off fences, trying to summon energy, even standing under a full moon hoping for transformation.
But the truth hit hard: he was just human.
No powers.
No secret technique.
No divine spark.
No Dual cultivation manual.
Just Leo. Normal. Powerless. Helpless.
So he made a decision: stay as far away from supernatural nonsense as possible.
His first plan was to get his family to move.
But that plan fell apart.
His father had landed a new job—one that brought joy and financial stability.
His mother was happy for the first time in years.
There was no way he could convince them to leave.
So Leo resigned himself to survival.
No heroics. No prophecies. No attention.
Graduate quietly.
Move somewhere far away.
Live a normal, supernatural-free life.
"Yeah, right," he scoffed, kicking a pebble as he stood up and headed toward school.
"Just survive. That's the plan. Don't get involved. Don't get killed."
But halfway there, he froze.
His pupils dilated, body tensed.
A yellow glow flickered in his eyes, and his mind was struck by a vision—clear, vivid, terrifying.
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Kuoh Academy. Lunchtime. Noisy. Students talking.
Leo was on the rooftop, trying to eat in peace.
Then she appeared—Koneko Toujou. White hair. Golden eyes. She looked at him like he was trash.
Her glare made his heart skip a beat.
"What's her deal?" he wondered, nervous. Trying to defuse the tension, he joked, "Hey, I'm not your dad, okay? No way I could—"
She threw her bag at his face before he could finish.
He caught it—fast.
Koneko's face reddened, her eyes fierce.
"Okay, bad move," he muttered, hands up. "Kidding! You looked mad—sorry!"
She didn't say anything, just kept glaring.
Leo rubbed his head. "Great. First day, and I'm already pissing off the loli."
He smiled awkwardly, holding out her bag. "Truce? I'm Leo—Leonadis Williams."
She stared at him for a moment, then shook his hand, voice flat. "Koneko."
Then the vision jumped.
A sharp pain in his chest.
Then—nothing.
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Leo snapped back, gasping, gripping the wall beside him to stabilize. "What the hell…?"
It felt real.
The stare, the insult, her anger—it all felt too real.
Koneko was no minor character.
He had gone out of his way to avoid the supernatural, and now he had a vision of interacting with one of the key players?
"Nope," he said, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
He looked at Kuoh Academy—distant, peaceful… and dangerous.
"I'm not going," he declared, turning around.
He walked away, deeper into the park.
Survive. Avoid Koneko.
Avoid all of it.
He didn't know why his eyes glowed or why he saw the future, but he wasn't sticking around to find out.
There was a small café across the street.
Perfect.
He'd grab a drink, think things over, and vanish into the background.
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Later that day…
Leo sat on a park bench, eating vanilla ice cream as the setting sun bathed the world in orange and pink.
It was peaceful—just him, his ice cream and his companion,with the arguably cool breeze.
He thought back to the vision.
It was unexplainable—seeing the future like that.
He turned to his companion, still unsure of what to make of it.
A black crow the resident terrorist bird sat beside him, staring at his ice cream with laser focus.
Without warning, it darted forward and pecked at the tub.
Leo frowned.
The bird pecked again.
His grip on the spoon tightened.
"You little menace…" he muttered, setting the tub aside.
In a flash, he reached out and caught the bird behind the neck.
With a startled caw, it flapped wildly, but Leo held firm.
He lifted it, laughing. "Gotcha."
The bird squawked in protest, flailing uselessly.
"You've been annoying me for weeks. My turn."
He raised the bird to eye level, smirking coldly.
"You think I'm done?" he asked. "Nah. You're getting domesticated."
The bird blinked, confused.
Leo leaned closer. "Welcome to human simulator, motherfucker."
He dropped the bird back on the bench, reclaiming his ice cream.
The crow sat there, stunned.
It pecked cautiously at the bench's edge.
Leo took a smug scoop. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Stay in your lane."
"Caw :'("
The bird whimpered.
Leo rolled his eyes. "Fine. You get a pass."
He nudged the tub its way.
"But you're still coming with me."
"Caw? (*_*)"
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Leo walked home, J-pop blasting through his headphones.
Today felt like the beginning of everything changing.
Ronan, the officially named crow perched on his head like a magical guardian from a fantasy game, occasionally flapped his wings for balance.
It had been one year since he befriended the bird, luring it with a bag of Lay's chips he barely had the heart to share.
The two were acquainted long before today.
The artificial flavors and addictive preservatives had done their job, bonding the free-spirited bird to him in a way no one else could.
Today, after eating ice cream with it, he'd decided it was time for Ronan to meet his parents properly.
Maybe he'd even set up a little nest for the bird on their balcony—a safe haven for the occasional visit.
It seemed like a good way to solidify their partnership, especially since Ronan had basically become a constant in his life.
As Leo reached the front gate of his house, he spotted someone odd.
Tsubaki Shinra stood near the gate, holding a piece of paper in her hand, her expression puzzled as she glanced between it and her surroundings.
She looked like she was searching for an address and was clearly out of place in the quiet neighborhood.
Curious, Leo leaned slightly forward and tapped her shoulder from behind.
"Hello, you seem lost," he said casually.
The disoriented girl turned around sharply, gasping in surprise.
Her confusion morphed into faint relief when she saw him.
"Oh, thank goodness," she said. "Can you help me find this address?" She held up the paper, pointing to the address written on it.
Leo took a glance at it, and his brain stalled for a moment.
Oh, that's my address, he thought.
Still, he tried to keep his composure and asked nonchalantly, "Why are you looking for this place? Is it for a friend or something?"
Tsubaki sighed, her annoyance clear in her tone. "Some guy skipped school on the first day," she said, narrowing her eyes.
"And, as if that wasn't bad enough, when we tried contacting his parents, we found out he filled out made-up phone numbers on the forms. So, I'm here to inform his parents."
With every word she spoke, Leo's face grew more and more comically neutral.
Oh, she's talking about me, he thought, slight panic creeping in.
Thinking quickly, he forced a clueless smile and pointed to the opposite end of the street.
"Oh, that address? It should be down there, a couple of blocks that way," he said, his tone full of mock helpfulness.
Tsubaki tilted her head, studying him for a moment.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly glanced at the uniform he was wearing.
Then at his face.
Her gaze sharpened. "Wait a second…"
Leo's neutral expression shattered slightly.
Oh no, she's figuring it out.
Before he could react, she said firmly, "You're the one I'm looking for, aren't you?"
Leo froze, staring at her with a blank expression.
In his mind, the words echoed like a death knell.
It's over. She knows. He thought jokingly.
She probably used some sort of magic to figure it out, but if there was one thing Leo excelled at, it was definitely playing the victim card.
Even if he didn't have the racial privileges, he figured it was worth a shot.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and gave her his best "guilty but innocent" look.
"Uh… I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell my parents. It would make them really sad," he said, lowering his tone to sound as remorseful as possible.
"I swear this won't happen again, but I had to take this guy to the vet."
He pointed at Ronan, who was perched on his head, giving off the air of a sweet, concerned pet rather than his usual asshole self.
"I couldn't just watch him suffer, so I ditched school to get him the treatment he needed... I'm really sorry. My mom doesn't need to know about it… please?" he added, injecting a touch of desperation into his voice.
Tsubaki stared at him, clearly torn between following through with her duty and believing his story.
Ronan, as if understanding the stakes, fluffed up his feathers adorably and let out a soft, plaintive caw.
She sighed, her resolve wavering. "You know, you could have just informed the Student Council or at least a teacher. They would've helped."
Leo's eyes widened in mock shock as he placed a hand over his mouth. "Oh, I didn't think of that at all!" he exclaimed, sounding genuinely horrified at his supposed lapse in judgment.
Tsubaki pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled. "Fine," she said, though her tone made it clear she wasn't entirely convinced. "But if this happens again, I will inform your parents, understand?"
Leo nodded eagerly, giving her his most earnest look. "Thank you, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver!"
Ronan let out a triumphant caw, as if thanking her too.
Tsubaki shook her head as a slight blush crept onto her face at his behavior, and handed him the address paper she'd been holding.
"You're lucky I'm feeling generous today," she muttered before turning to leave.
Before she could get far, Leo called out, "Hey. Again Thanks for not reporting me on the spot."
She paused, just for a moment. "You're lucky I didn't bring the whole student council."
With that, she walked off.
Leo watched her go, then glanced at the paper.
His forged emergency contact number had a smiley face drawn next to it.
"…I really thought that'd work," he muttered.
He sighed, pushed open the gate, and stepped inside.
"Thanks to you too bird" he said
"Caw! <(￣︶￣)>"
The crow cawed smugly, as if to say, "You're welcome."
"Don't get used to it! "
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Convincing his mother about keeping Ronan and explaining their friendship was relatively easy.
After all, Leo had always been good at spinning a heartfelt story about animals, and Ronan's surprisingly well-behaved demeanor sealed the deal.
His mom even suggested building a small perch for the crow outside.
"Thanks, Mom!" Leo said enthusiastically.
"But don't let him fly around the kitchen, okay? And keep your room clean, Leo," she replied, clearly amused by the odd bond her son had with the bird.
His dad had simply shrugged, muttering something about "my son's weird."
Just when Leo was about to head upstairs to his room, he froze mid-step as a glowing digital screen materialized out of nowhere, floating right in front of him.
His first instinct was to scream in excitement, but he managed to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from startling everyone in the house.
Finally. Finally!
The thing he had been secretly hoping for since he woke up in this world—a sign, a system, something!
He stared at the screen, his excitement rising, only for his enthusiasm to crash the moment he noticed the words:
[Loading: 3 hours remaining.]
Leo groaned, slapping his forehead.
What the fuck? Is the multiversal Wi-Fi seriously this slow? he thought in disbelief.
Realizing there was nothing he could do but wait, he sighed and turned back to his parents. "Thanks for making my favorite food, Mom. I'll handle the dishes tonight."
His mother blinked in surprise. "You… want to do the dishes? Are you feeling okay?"
Even his dad raised an eyebrow.
But Leo didn't care.
He was on cloud nine.
If he had to do a few chores to distract himself from the wait, so be it.
"I'll enjoy their shock while it lasts," Leo thought, scrubbing the dishes with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.
When the three hours finally passed, he sprinted back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
The progress bar on the floating screen was now complete, and a large button reading [Initiate] appeared.
"Here goes nothing," he whispered, pressing the button.
The screen blinked once, and bold letters appeared in a sleek font:
Multiversal Charter
It felt like he was booting up some ancient but advanced operating system.
After a few moments, the screen turned a calming shade of blue, and another message appeared:
[Welcome to the Dimensional Recruitment System!! You have been assigned the position of "Host".]
Leo squinted at the words.
The system immediately responded:
[A Host is the one who does the recruitment! As the core member, the Host has the authority to invite members, manage interactions, and oversee interactive activities. Hosts are selected based on their untapped potential and are placed higher in the Multiversal Charter's hierarchy.]
[The system provides three primary features to ensure growth and multiversal contributions:]
[1. Recruitment and Multiversal Team Building: The Host is responsible for recruiting members from different dimensions.These members form a team that handles localized and non-localized threats within their respective dimensions and other worldlines under the multiversal charter.The Host also acts as a recruiter, strategist, and leader for these operations.]
[2. Story Tree: The Story Tree analyzes the Host's native timeline and calculates all possible paths for development. ]
[The Host can select a role that best suits their growth and influence. Choices are time-bound and cannot be changed once made. Missions within the Story Tree are optional but highly beneficial for personal development.]
[It can also help in advising for non local endeavors]
[3. ■■■■■: This feature is currently locked and will only become available once the host becomes active and recruits a member! .]
Leo leaned back in his chair, processing the information as the screen continued.
[The Story Tree ensures optimal growth for the Host. It is designed to guide, not to restrict. The Host has complete freedom to choose, but each path is unique and irreversible.]
Great. No pressure then, he muttered sarcastically.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. Wait, do I at least get a newbie pack or something? Isn't that standard?
[A newbie pack will be granted after the Host selects their initial path from the Story Tree.]
Leo groaned but nodded.
Fine, let's get this over with.
Show me the Story Tree.
The screen shifted, and a glowing tree with countless branches appeared.
Each branch was labeled with cryptic titles like [The Eminence of Shadows], [The Beast's Keeper], and [The Strategist's Gambit].
Leo exhaled slowly. 'Guess it's time to pick my poison.... Or whatever this is.'
Plethora of options scrolled in front of him like a divine app store.
Each one had a name, a percentage, and in some cases—warnings.
[Path of the Void Herald] – Compatibility: 43%]
Too low-level for the host
[Godseed Ascendant – 58%]
[Dreamforged Pilgrim – 66%]
[The Lightbringer – 92%]
And then...
[Actually Satan – 100%]
He blinked. "Huh."
That was not subtle.
Leo chuckled dryly, rubbing his jaw remembering. "Actually Satan? What kind of naming is that?"
He wasn't religious. Never had been. Back home, his mom used to pray five times a day.
He robbed a liquor store on Christmas Eve when he was seventeen.
Got away with it, too.
Then came the draft.
War.
He got twenty confirmed kills and one stupid death—his own—because he was sleeping when a missile slammed through his barracks.
Twenty-one years old.
Dead in his underwear.
Now this.And gods—actual gods—this world had all of them.
Pantheons like celebrity gossip columns.
You couldn't throw a stone without hitting some "divine emissary" or sacred beast's tail.
So seeing a path named Actually Satan with 100% compatibility didn't even surprise him as much as it should've.
'…Why the hell is that the one I fit best with?' he muttered, staring at it.
[SYSTEM RESPONSE: Host possesses a pre-existing curse.]
[Matching parameters: 100%]
He froze. 'Wait. A curse?'
[Identified: Curse of #### – Etch of the Unmade Prophecy]
Leo's heart skipped. His throat dried.
"You're saying I was cursed before I got this system? What the hell does that even mean?"
[Clarification: Etching is non-malicious. Soul mutation classified as external influence. Effects include:]
[ — Shaping of soul into anti-narrative structure]
[— Enables rejection of predestination and divine imprinting]
[— Grants latent temporal precognition via chaotic echoes]
[— Resists soul classification by divine and infernal systems]
Leo took a half step back.
That vision he had earlier....
That wasn't the system.
That was already inside him?
"Is this thing the reason I'm a match for… that?" he asked, glancing again at the [Actually Satan] option.
[Confirmed: Etching increased resonance with creation/destruction archetypes.]
[Path is ideal match.]
He whistled. 'So I've got a curse that turns me into a blasphemous demiurge, and you're calling that harmless?'
[Etching status: Passive. Supportive. No observed degeneration. Classification as 'curse' is technical.]
Leo stared at the path again.
[Actually Satan – Compatibility: 100%]
-The denial of divine narrative.
-The inheritor of forbidden truth.
- The architect of what should not be.
What scared him most was that it didn't feel scary at all.
"…That's the weird part," he said aloud. "I should be terrified."
Instead, he just felt… aligned. As if a gear inside his soul finally clicked into place.
There was a whisper of other options—[The Lightbringer] was almost shining with promise.
The kind of name that made sense.
A path someone could be proud of.
But pride wasn't what got him here.
He hovered his thought over the dark sigil.
[You have selected: ACTUALLY SATAN]
[Path Lock Confirmed. Initializing Core Abilities…]
[— Immortality of Concept: You exist so long as the idea of you exists]
[— Temporal Immunity: Cannot be altered or undone by time-based events]
[— Soul Fracture Immunity: Damage to soul repairs itself through anti-narrative logic]
[ {Echoforge: World Fragment Bloom}:
uses broken fragments of destroyed materials, ideas, or laws to forge new constructs: weapons, companions, worlds, or rules. Each creation carries an echo—a memory or spirit of what was broken. Can evolve these echoes into full, independent systems or beings (e.g., a shattered justice system becomes a living sword of judgment).. ]
[ {Logos Erasure } : Anything fully understood—even abstract things like laws, immortality, or personality constructs then they can be unmade.Upon comprehension, choice to disassemble or negate its structure, bypassing durability, protection, or divine will can be made.]
[ {Unnamed strike}: An absolute strike. Ignores all defenses. Unblockable. Unseen. Costs everything for a moment.]
[ {Truth Layer: Reverent Gaze of Yggdrasil}: You see through illusions, motives, divine lies, and systemic misdirection at a glance. Allows the host to See the plane of information.]
The screen flickered for a moment.
[ CAUTION: TRINITY-SCALE HAZARD DETECTED]
[ Abilities in Question:
{Echoforge: World Fragment Bloom}
{Logos Erasure}
{Truth Layer: Reverent Gaze of Yggdrasil} ]
[Synergistic Threat Profile: HIGH- — CATASTROPHIC POSSIBILITY]
[The combined usage of these three skills may result in existential instability, cognitive fragmentation, or complete universal collapse.
The synergy between absolute observation, total comprehension, and constructive echo-weaving is profoundly volatile. ]
[ Listed below are specific emergent threats:
[Subconscious Narrative Collapse]: Echoes created from fractured concepts may absorb subconscious intent. Observation through the Reverent Gaze may solidify imagined or feared constructs. If erased with Logos, the host may unknowingly erase real world anchors, including aspects of their soul.
[Conceptual Bleed]: Seeing the truth of all systems while crafting from broken laws and erasing with precision creates a risk of bleed-through—reality layering upon itself. Multiple versions of the host may accidentally spawn or overwrite each other, destabilizing causality.
[Recursive Soul Failure]: Erasing a concept holding your current self-identity (e.g., guilt, purpose, name) while simultaneously forging a replacement without clear barriers can result in recursive loops or personality overwrites.
[Unmaking Reality]: Comprehending the metaphysical scaffolding of your world through Truth Layer and choosing to Erase or Echo-Forge atop it can unmake time-space logic, divine order, or even the very concept of "existence" as currently defined.]
[System Advisory:
These abilities do not scale linearly.
The system CANNOT shield, restore, or reset the host from self-inflicted conceptual destruction/Damage.
Progress must be made with meditation, layered understanding, and ironclad self-awareness.]
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