### **Diary of Despair**
**Northern Cabin.** Thick snow falls outside. Inside—scattered books, magical artifacts, swords and staffs mounted on the walls, empty wine bottles, a smoldering fireplace. Hiro sits at the table, his violet eyes tiredly scanning the diary. The pencil scratches against the paper.
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**"I am 11 years old.**
Dear Diary,
I’ve tried everything.
Magic stones—crumbled in my hands.
Ancient books—lied or stayed silent.
Spells, rituals, amulets—nothing works.
For a year, I’ve searched for a way to suppress these curses. **A year.**
The only thing that helps—wine from Piron’s guild. I don’t get drunk. But for a moment… it eases the weight.
Once a year, I visit the ruins of *her* home. Now just a foundation, overgrown with grass. A forest has swallowed the place, hiding it from prying eyes. I leave a violet rose and walk away.
Today, I found an amulet said to block curses. I held it—and it **shattered**, exploding into shards.
That was the last straw.
I can feel my sanity cracking…"
The pencil stops. Hiro closes his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temples.
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### **The Breaking Point**
**Hiro:** *"How much longer do you plan to suffer?"*
A voice. Clear. Cold. Familiar.
Hiro doesn’t open his eyes.
**Hiro:** *"You again…"*
**Void God:** *"Again."* The voice echoes from the depths of his mind. *"You’re looking in the wrong places. Asking the wrong questions."*
Hiro stands abruptly, knocking over the chair.
**Hiro:** *"Then where?! Where do I look?! You see what’s happening to me! I can’t even touch people! I can’t stop the teleportations! I—"*
The voice cuts him off.
**Void God:** *"I propose a deal."*
Silence.
**Hiro:** *"What kind?"*
**Void God:** *"You control the body. I am just a fragment of your consciousness. But I know things you don’t."*
**Hiro:** *"And?"*
**Void God:** *"Let me… manifest."*
**Hiro:** *"What?"*
**Void God:** *"Allow me to exist beside you. Not in your mind—as a ghost only you can see. In return, I’ll help you."*
Hiro hesitates.
**Hiro:** *"You… want to step outside?"*
**Void God:** *"No. I’ll remain a shadow. But you won’t be alone."*
Hiro clenches his fists.
**Hiro:** *"Fine."*
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### **The White Void**
He closes his eyes—and suddenly, he’s *there*.
Endless whiteness. A mist that never lifts. No ground beneath his feet, yet he doesn’t fall. He’s been here before—when he was seven, standing in the snow-covered plains beside the crater of his own making.
Stolen story; please report.
Now, a *boy* stands before him.
Seven years old. Black hair. Black eyes. A tattered shirt, shorts. Shackles on his wrists, chains broken, dangling. It’s *Hiro*—but as a child. The real **Void God**.
The boy extends a hand.
**Void God:** *"Do we have a deal?"*
Hiro slowly shakes it.
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### **A New Ally**
When Hiro opens his eyes, he’s back in the cabin.
But he’s not alone anymore.
A translucent figure stands before him—the **Void God**, that same boy.
He smirks.
**Void God:** *"Thanks."*
Hiro says nothing.
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### **The Truth About Curses**
Hiro sat at the table, his violet eyes locked onto the translucent figure across from him. The **Void God**—his shadow self—lounged in the chair like he owned the place.
**Void God:** *"Well? Shall we begin?"*
Hiro nodded.
The Void God leaned back, crossing his arms.
**Void God:** *"You wanted to know where your curses come from and how to control them. Let’s start at the beginning."*
He raised a hand, and two symbols materialized in the air:
?? **Mana** — a glowing blue orb.
? **Chaos** — a black vortex coiling around it.
**Void God:** *"There’s positive energy—mana, and negative—chaos. They’re linked. Mana spawns chaos at a 5% rate. Small? Yeah. But everyone with mana has chaos."*
Hiro frowned.
**Hiro:** *"Almost everyone?"*
**Void God:** *"There are exceptions. Not important right now."*
He waved his hand, and the symbols vanished.
**Void God:** *"Chaos doesn’t just create a magic aura. At certain levels… it gives you a **curse**."*
**Hiro:** *"Can they be controlled?"*
**Void God:** *"No."*
Hiro’s jaw tightened.
**Void God:** *"But they can be **understood**."*
A smirk.
**Void God:** *"This world has a rule: max ten curses per being. And guess what?"*
A pause.
**Void God:** *"You’ve got **all of them**."*
Hiro froze.
**Hiro:** *"...What?"*
**Void God:** *"Ten. The full set. Congrats."*
**Hiro:** *"Why me?"*
**Void God:** *"Because you have **infinite mana—which means infinite chaos too**."*
The Void God stood, walking to the window, watching the blizzard.
**Void God:** *"More mana = more chaos. More chaos = stronger aura… and more curses. You’re balance. 50% mana, 50% chaos. The only one in the world."*
Hiro clenched his fists.
**Hiro:** *"Why didn’t I know this?"*
The Void God turned. His black eyes gleamed.
**Void God:** *"Because of your **Mind Curse**. It split us. You—limited to a seven-year-old’s knowledge. Me—left with everything."*
A beat.
**Void God:** *"Oh, and I’ve been traveling through your thoughts, learning about the world. But now that I’m a ghost? I can go **anywhere**."*
Hiro grabbed the diary.
**Hiro:** *"I need to write this down."*
The Void God laughed.
**Void God:** *"Exactly. Write it. I won’t repeat myself."*
Hiro scribbled furiously.
**Void God (hovering upside-down, face inches from Hiro’s):** *"Now, the big question…"*
A grin.
**Void God:** *"You can control mana, moving objects like telekinesis. But since you’re balance… you can **also control chaos**. Want to learn?"*
Hiro’s pink-violet eyes flared.
**Hiro:** *"Hell yes."*
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### **Hiro’s Diary Entry**
*"Today, I learned the truth.
I have 10 curses. The maximum.
I’m an anomaly. The balance of mana and chaos.
The Void God is me—but I’m not him.
He knows more. He’s… traveled.
Now the question:
If I learn to control chaos…
Can I control the curses?"*
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### **Other Beings**
Hours passed. The room dimmed, only the fireplace’s glow reflecting in Hiro’s violet eyes. The Void God, still translucent, sprawled on the chair, swinging a broken chain from his shackles.
**Void God:** *"Next thing you need to know—"* He flicked the chain. *"In this world, chaos doesn’t just cause curses and auras. Those with enough chaos get **Scars of Power**."*
Hiro frowned.
**Hiro:** *"But there are only ten strongest!"*
**Void God:** *"Ten… plus you. Yeah, yeah, don’t look so shocked. You have them."*
**Hiro:** *"What? I don’t have glowing—"*
**Void God:** *"Your **eyes**, idiot!"* He cackled. *"You never noticed how they glow in the dark? Not boring blue like those pompous idiots—pink-violet. Looks badass, honestly."*
Hiro touched his face reflexively.
**Void God:** *"Anyway, two exceptions in this world’s energy rules."*
He held up a finger.
**Void God:** *"First: The World Creator. Pure mana—100%, zero chaos. Basically, God. And a total buzzkill."*
A second finger.
**Void God:** *"Second: Summoned. Remember that masked girl with Thorgrim? She’s one."*
Hiro’s head snapped up.
**Hiro:** *"She spoke Japanese! So she’s reincarnated too?"*
**Void God:** *"Nope. You’re the only reincarnated one. Ever. The rest? **Summoned**."*
He stood, pacing.
**Void God:** *"Summoned are kids from your world, brought here by the Strongest. Thought they were like you—lol, nope."* He twirled a finger by his temple. *"No mana, no chaos. Empty shells. Only perk? They don’t age. But killing them? Easy."*
Hiro’s fists tightened.
**Hiro:** *"Why not send them back?"*
**Void God (rolling his eyes):** *"Because ‘just’ doesn’t exist in magic. To send them back, you don’t just reverse a spell. You rewrite **the fabric of magic itself**."* He stopped, locking eyes with Hiro. *"And only two can do that: The Creator… or **you**."*
Silence.
**Hiro:** *"So… I could…"*
**Void God:** *"You could. But why bother? They live in luxury with the Strongest. Not your problem."*
Hiro sighed, collapsing onto the bed. The Void God watched him, then spoke.
**Void God:** *"Curses aren’t chains. They’re power. You just need to learn to wield them. Listen to me, and soon you’ll control them—and unlock **more**."*
A pause.
**Void God:** *"Now that I’m a ghost, I’m hunting something. A book. Ever heard of the Sage who merged with the world? Learned forbidden truths? Wrote the **Book of the World**?"*
Hiro blinked.
**Void God:** *"The Creator’s army killed him for it. Only a copy remains. If I find it… your training goes **ten times faster**."*
A smirk.
**Void God:** *"Call me if you need me. I’m always in your head—even if you can’t see me."*
Hiro yawned.
**Hiro:** *"Fine."*
The Void God’s silhouette faded.
Hiro slept.
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*(To be continued…)*
