A pale-looking boy was walking down the street; he had no name, age, or identity, and he only knew the horrific world around him. He was looking at the darkness that surrounded the world. He lived in a dystopia. A nightmare of a world filled with these humans that would be no different from a monster; they did horrible things and would never get caught or blamed for doing so. If it were up to other humans, they would deserve to die and burn for eternity, but the boy was optimistic about the world.

After all, he was alive.

Even though the environment was cold and in a couple of days he may have died, he was still happy for his life and for the world. Even when people laughed at him or didn't help him, he was still happy.

The boy stopped and saw two men with a wagon. The boy was surprised by the fact that they were wearing so much clothing and looked so comfortable in a cold time like that.

He walked over to them, hoping that they would give him any water, food, or even clothes. He wanted to prove to himself that everyone in the world was born with goodness in their hearts and not evil, even when they were born in an apocalyptic-type city like that.

"Mr., may I please get some food or water? It is quite cold outside, as you can see, and I might freeze to death, so can you please find the goodness in your hearts and give me something that would be greatly appreciated?"

The men looked at each other, both having an emotionless stare, and then looked back at the boy. They put their hands on the boy and then sadistically laughed as they used their hands to crush the boy's throat.

"Are you all alone? Do you not have any parents who love you? I bet you can't even comprehend what that means."

They stripped his clothes down and then put him in their wagon.

They put him in chains from head to toe, smiling as they did so.

He screamed and shouted as they moved, leading the city and pleading that someone might help him, but to no avail.

No one was going to save him. The people heard his screams, yet they didn't answer. They saw his face, but they couldn't describe it. The horror on his face was unexplainable, but he now saw a glimpse of how evil humanity was. No, now he understood what evil truly was.

The world was evil; the world was unequal. Humanity was unequal. In the way they treated themselves and in the way they treated others, what the boy saw as the wagon was moving wasn't humans; he was seeing monsters; he was seeing human nature.

As Wagon was moving, he was seeing the destruction, mayhem, and corruption of the world. The world could only be described as distasteful. Why did God create such a dead world? If he were God, he would have created a utopia of peace where evil would be extinguished.

And so, the wagon kept moving for minutes, then hours, and then it started to become cold, then warm, and the places were changing quite differently, as was the weather each time, reminding him about how empty the world was.

After they arrived at the building, he stepped into the building, still with the chains on, and he was horrified at the sight he saw—it was a child slave facility. He went on his knees, astonished at how cruel these humans could be.

"What are you standing there for? Get to work. You think we brought you here to have a holiday." One of the men said this as he walked over to the boy.

The men removed his chains, but he still kneeled there, crying.

"I said, get back to work; I'll kill you if you keep standing there."

The boy stood up, looking down at the floor, and he followed the man to the station he would be working at, which would be mining gold and other valuables.

As he mined, he sank deeper and deeper into sorrow, and the world went more and more black. If these people could exist, does that mean God was dead? Could he not have judged these people, who were truly absolute evil? As he was deeper in thought, he knew that was the only answer. If he were God, all those people would be dead, only morally good people could live, and there would be heaven on earth.

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He soon snapped back to reality and found out his hands were bleeding. Even though he was only mining for ten minutes, blood still dripped down his finger, and soon he was agonized in pain and dropped his equipment.

"Aah, my fingers!" he screamed.

One of the guards looked at him and his pain. He simply looked like he was doing absolutely nothing. It was common evil that was attributed when good people did nothing. It seemed like everyone who was in that building was a psychopath who enjoyed the pain and suffering of people.

The boy sat down there, tired out of his mind, but still, he stood up and began working. What else could he have done? So, he just stood there mining and mining constantly in pain but could do nothing; he was just a mere child and could only be objectified to absolute power.

And now that the day was over, he got into a cell, which the boy was very surprised at. It seemed that the child labour facility was built like a prison, so they slept in cells and got food and water, even though it was the minimum requirement. So, he was standing there in the cell, weeping and crying, screaming for someone to stop that facility, but it was useless. Just like he had already witnessed before, no one was ever going to save him.

Just like he realized before, he would realize again and again. He kept crying and crying again and again. He cried until he couldn't anymore. These emotions that he felt would slowly wither away; he could not laugh, cry, or even speak anymore. If he just kept silent, working day and night, nothing would happen. If he were just silent, the pain would decrease and perhaps cease to exist.

He began to feel more lifeless and emotionless every single day, taking himself apart until he couldn't express his emotions anymore. All his emotions were gone, his purpose in life was gone, and he was no more than an object in a human body.

The humans who were manipulating him started to look more like monsters, more like shadow beasts with red smiles. Every word he saw, he would see it as if they were calling him garbage, useless, or, in other words, every day it was dark, and this world was more evil.

But then, one night, when he was in his cell, a hand of light came out to him and spoke.

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid of the future and what humanity is? If so, I will give you the power of judgment—the power to judge humans morally."

The boy was scared; he was wondering if it was an illusion, a dream, or perhaps he had become schizophrenic.

"If you are real, why are you doing this? What is your goal in all of this?" The boy asked and thought about how there was a chance the being was lying and how he could be joking or

"I guess you can say that I'm doing this out of boredom or just to see what a human being would be with absolute power and freedom, especially someone like you who's been caged." The hand divinely spoke.

"So, does this mean I can fulfill my desires about creating a new world? So, am I God in a sense? If I can, then I can create the utopia that I've been idealizing, and I can free this world from the cage of sin and become the God of this new world." The boy asked.

"There are greater beings in this world than you, so don't go off thinking about your God and try to kill people. This isn't real absolute freedom; that is something humans can't comprehend, and this power will come." the hand apprehended.

"No matter how many people try to stop me, I will become the God of this new world, and I will create peace even if I have to kill myself or other people."

As soon as the boy said that the divine creature had disappeared and his arm was now a crimson red blade, he was shocked at how his arm was a blade, but then gathered up himself, trusting that the blade would be the absolute power he was gifted.

He sliced the cell, and he was surprised. He was surprised at how powerful he was, as the absolute power was in his right hand, and now he could create the paradise he had imagined, so after that, he killed one of the pesty guards that had been telling him to work until he bled, and he didn't feel anything; he didn't feel anything taking a human life, so the slaughter began.

He began to kill almost everyone there; the only people he would leave alive would be the slaves, who were surprisingly watching and didn't do anything. Their burden had been lifted, and their saviour had come.

He stood there at the center of the prison, where the dead bodies lay, but in the midst of the destruction, there he was with a halo on his head, the perfect being who could do no wrong. a person who was not human but a god whose law would reign supreme, then the souls of the guards turned from black to white and were being purified. It was a magnificent sight to see; it was like you were looking at the concept of peace itself.

After he finished killing all of the guards, he opened the door, and a beam of light came in. Everyone was looking at it like they had never seen light before.

Some were staring, and some ran to the beam of light. Some just stood still and looked at the ground; some were crying; some were laughing; but everyone, even the boy who gave it, had a different reaction to them having the concept of freedom, but soon the boy stepped out admiring the world.

No longer was the world black and white; he could cast judgment on people, which was a substitute for expressing his emotions. It was like nothing he felt before; it wasn't good or bad, and he couldn't express the way he felt about judgment.

He gazed up at the sky, admiring its beauty. He could already see the utopia that he imagined—a place of peace and happiness—but at the cost of human life, at the cost of destroying all evil, but it didn't matter; he set his dreams and was going to follow them.

If God was dead, he was going to become God; if society was broken, he was going to fix it; he was at the centre of the earth and had the most power among humans, so now he was going to fix the broken dystopia and turn it into a utopia. The whole world would be judged, and paradise would be born. The world would finally know absolute judgment.