The system? No! This Is Another One!
Fucking human

It was Friday night. The sun had just set a few hours ago, and the streets were still bustling with people running their businesses.

The road is the main route to walk when going somewhere; such a thing is common sense. However, there is one person who ignores that common sense, and always chooses the back road.

His name is Logan Cross. He was average tall, had messy black hair, and was caramel-skinned with green eyes.

He was wearing a dark top and dark jeans.

He was a student who was in the second semester of his first year. And he's just coming home.

The reason why he avoided the streets, was not because he was a cunning criminal who wanted to avoid the public eye. No, it was because he wanted to avoid people in general.

Logan is an introvert who prefers to be alone. However, it takes the meaning of introvert to another level.

He found socializing troublesome, and tried hard to avoid it.

Even though he was very smart, he deliberately aimed for an average score. Even though he was a natural athlete, he tried not to stand out in sporting events. Although she would be very attractive if she put in a little effort in her appearance, she chose not to.

Why is he doing all this?

Simple, it's to avoid unnecessary attention.

Don't mistake. Logan is not afraid of people, or shy people. It was just that for him keeping up appearances to please others, was a nagging thing.

So he naturally did whatever he wanted, without caring about such things.

He is the definition of a lone wolf.

“Cih. I really need a car. It takes too much energy to run all the time.”

Logan said to himself.

He was not in a bad mood because of something that had happened in the classroom. He was in a bad mood because he had to use energy. He wouldn't mind if there was a door he could use to enter his house from anywhere. That's how lazy he is.

“Please, let us go. Today is my daughter's birthday!”

As he walked through the alley, Logan heard a pleading voice from a man coming from in front of him.

As he got closer, he saw a dangerous situation.

A man and a little girl, who appears to be his daughter, are surrounded by three gunmen.

It was a robbery.

"What a coincidence! It's also my birthday!”

Said one of the robbers.

"I want a cake for me and my friends to celebrate. Hey, I know. Since we have a birthday, why don't you give us the money you're going to spend on your daughter?”

"You know what they say, give it to the less fortunate."

The three men started laughing.

“We don't care if it's God's birthday. That won't stop us from taking what we want!”

The men gripped their weapons tighter and grinned at the man and his trembling daughter.

Logan saw all this

“Bribery, yes. Not my business.”

He kept walking without looking back.

“That's what happens when you walk around in places like this at night. By the way, why would anyone take their daughter to a dark alley that was obviously dangerous?”

He doesn't really want to know. He doesn't care. What happens to others is not his business. That's the Logan type.

If he wanted to, he would save the man and his daughter, but that would require him to be shot. He's not the kind of person who would take a bullet for anyone. If you are destined to die, so be it. That's his ideology.

Of course, that applies to himself as well. If he was supposed to die, then he would accept it. He didn't want anyone risking their lives for a bastard like him. To him it was a waste of life.

*Dor*

As Logan continued on his way home, he heard a loud explosion accompanied by a shout.

"Dad!"

“K-You idiot! Why did you shoot him ?! ”

“He just jumped at me! That's reflex!”

“T-Keep both of you! He's still breathing! Little girl, come back here!”

Logan heard the voices of the three men and stopped. He doesn't know why he did it. But he stopped and looked back.

“….Why am I holding on? I will definitely get caught up in something troublesome, if I don't get out of here.”

When he said that, he could see a small figure running towards him.

“B-please! I have ... Bloody dad! Please help!"

Logan sees the little girl running towards him and begs him.

However, there was no emotion on his face as he looked at the crying girl.

The girl kept begging him until the three men followed.

"That's it!"

"Hey buddy, can you hand the little girl over?"

The men approached Logan while pointing their weapons at him.

"….Yep. But it seems like she doesn't want to go with you.”

"Huh?! Like I care what he wants! Hand him over!”

One of the men became agitated, he was clearly agitated.

Logan looks at the gun, and sees some heat coming out of the nozzle.

"So so. So, you're the one who shot his father. You're panicking. How depressing. If you're going to rob someone with a gun, be prepared to shoot them. Don't start shaking like a wet puppy after firing your gun just once.”

She said.

Instead of being afraid of the gunmen before him, or worried about the girl who had just witnessed his father being shot, Logan was annoyed.

He was annoyed by the fact that he was dragged into something he was trying to avoid. And above all, he was annoyed by the fact that he was the one to blame.

It was his type of person; everything revolved around him. No one else is important.

Even so, why did he stop when he heard the girl's scream? Logan didn't know himself, and that upset him even more.

“Give us the kid, Punk! This is your last warning!”

“Only if he wants. I may be the scum of the world, but I do not believe in imposing my will on others…..Well, I'll do it if it benefits me.”

*Dor*

"….Huh uh?"

*Dor*

*Dor*

“Kyaaaaaa!”

The little girl's screams echoed throughout the alley. Those people looked at Logan with shocked expressions.

Everyone was shocked, even Logan.

"Why did you shoot them ?!"

“I thought if we killed them both and ran, then this would all be over! I didn't expect him to protect that girl!”

It surprised everyone there. But no one was more surprised than Logan.

'Why? Why am I protecting this girl I just met?'

He could not understand his actions.

'Is this my own human instinct? If so, this is a bad time to act.'

Logan looked at the girl in front of him. She was crying while looking at him.

"Sad."

Logan clicked his tongue, and turned around and faced the men.

He used his hands to examine his body. His hands are covered in blood. It confirmed that he was shot.

But strangely, it doesn't hurt.

“My body must be in shock. I don't feel any excruciating pain from where I was shot.”

The men watched as Logan touched all the places he was shot.

“My stomach, my chest and my side....”.

He began to assess the situation.

'Even if this girl escaped here and sought help, it would take at least 20 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. And 20 more to reach the hospital. No, it's Friday night so it's 30 minutes even if you use a siren. Which means…'

"I'm going to die."

Maybe it was because his adrenaline was shot, but his mind was clear and things were moving slower than usual to him.

Logan easily accepts his destiny. However, he was dying while his assassins would probably be free of punishment, not suited to him. So as if deciding what his last act was on earth, Logan declared this to the 3 men.

“I will definitely die. But I won't go to hell alone.”

He stepped forward causing those people to flinch.

"I like to be alone, but for the first time I want to be accompanied."

Blood leaked from Logan's mouth as he showed a savage smile.

"So, how about the four of us go say hello to Satan together?"

Logan ran towards the men.

They instantly froze. Seeing a man with 3 bullets on his body, charging towards you with a bloodthirsty expression, would make anyone freeze.

He caught the man who shot him, and broke his nose with his knee.

He then picked up his gun and shot the one on the right in the head.

When the others finally made their move, Logan was already in front of him.

Logan gripped his collar and threw it to the ground. Before the man can figure out what happened, his throat is shattered by Logan's boots.

He will die without medical treatment. Logan knew it might not happen, but still shot him in the head to make sure.

And then, Logan catches the man who shot him again.

“T-Please!”

Logan didn't shoot him. He broke his neck; for he wanted to kill him with his own hands.

When the man's body hits the floor, so does Logan's body.

The pain was still not gone, but his body became weak and cold. He knew then that he had passed the stage for pain.

"I've only got a few more moments."

Logan looked at the girl he had "saved", and forced his voice towards her.

“….Hey, kiddo. Call an ambulance for your father. Maybe he can still be saved.”.

The little girl said nothing and ran out of the alley crying.

Logan saw his back shrink and the world became darker.

He was alone in a dark cold alley filled with trash.

He thought that it was a worthy death for a person like him.

"Suckers. If I knew that I would die today, I would delete my browser history. Now everyone will know my fetish…..Cih.”

Using the words he had always wanted to say as his last words, Logan closed his eyes forever.

When Logan opened his eyes again, he was floating alone in total darkness. He could not see anything, nor could he move; he simply floated aimlessly.

That's when he heard someone's voice.

(Well, isn't this surprising. You all died protecting someone.)

"I know it right. I don't know why I did it, and now I'm dying like a dog."

(Do you regret it?)

"Of course I regret it. I will not be able to eat my favorite food or read my favorite books. And there's a new album I want to listen to."

(......You're a weird kid you know that?)

"Any? That's a good way to say it. I'm trash. I don't care about anyone but myself. I'm the kind of guy who'll see an old woman get hit by a bus, and distance myself because I don't want blood on my clothes."

(.....You consider yourself very low.)

"Quite the contrary. I'm trash, but I love my trashy self. I admit that I'm an asshole, but I won't try to change it."

(Do you like being an asshole?)

"That's better than being a hypocrite who only does good for looks. I don't care about looks so I do what I want."

(Oh. What an interesting view.)

"thank you. Wait for. Whoareyou? The god? A devil? In that case, I'd like to punch you both even once if I had the chance."

(And what have I ever done to you?)

"You gave me an unnecessary hard life."

(Don't?)

"I was basically a slacker, but I was given a life where I had to fight for no reason. You sadistic bastard, you know that?"

(Is that so?)

"I'll ask for repetition, but that sounds like too much work."

(Oh, and I'll just offer you a new life in a new world.)

"Don't bother. Make me a panda or something. Those guys are easy.All they had to do was eat bamboo, and look cute to make a living."

(It's a shame. I've decided that you will be my Proxy in this world.)

"Proxy's? Wait, you son of a bitch! I swear if you reincarnate with me, I won't stop until I punch you in the face. Even if I have to burn the world to the ground!"

(You're a real asshole! I like you Logan Cross! Make this world ours, and meet me at the Peak of the Gods! My name is Tiamat, Mother Dragon and Goddess of Chaos and Destruction! I'll wait !)

"You ******! Don't dare!"

(Enjoy your new world, Logan.)

"CHRISTOR!"

A bright light devours the rampaging Logan, and thus he has disappeared from his old world and plunged into a new world.