The Worst Way to Die

Hey, I’m Kai Nakamura. And this? This is my life.

Or at least, it was.

See, I’m just your average high school student. I don’t have any special talents, I don’t have a tragic backstory, and I sure as hell don’t have a destined path to greatness. I’m just… me. A normal guy trying to make it through school without drawing too much attention.

Which, let’s be honest, never really works out when you have idiots for classmates.

“Hold him down! Hold him down! Let’s see if we can actually flush this loser!”

Yep. This is happening. Again.

I can feel my arms being pinned behind my back, my legs kicking uselessly against the tiled bathroom floor. The water in the toilet swirls below me, reflecting my panicked face as two beefy hands grip the back of my head.

“Okay, that’s enough, guys—” one of them says, barely able to hold in his laughter.

“Dude, don’t be a wimp! Just one more flush!”

“Wait, is he even—”

SPLOOSH!

Cold water slams into my face as my head is forced into the bowl. I thrash and sputter, my lungs instinctively screaming for air as the swirling vortex of high school bathroom water—possibly the worst thing to drown in—pulls me deeper into humiliation.

I should’ve seen this coming. I always see this coming. These morons have been trying to give me swirlies for months now. But this time…

Something feels off.

My limbs feel heavier.

My vision is fading at the edges.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Am I… actually drowning?!

No way.

This is a prank, right? A stupid, humiliating, pathetic prank that—

My body spasms.

Bubbles rise around me.

I can’t… breathe.

Oh.

Oh, crap.

I think I just died.

I wake up gasping for breath—but there’s no water. No school bathroom. No dumbass bullies laughing at my misery.

Just… white.

A vast, empty white void stretching in all directions.

I sit up—or at least, I think I sit up. I don’t really feel my body. It’s like floating in a dream, except I’m painfully aware that I am not dreaming.

“Oh, good, you’re awake.”

I turn my head and see him.

A man sits comfortably in midair, legs crossed, sipping a cup of steaming coffee as if this is all completely normal. He wears flowing white robes, his long silver hair tied lazily behind his back. His entire presence radiates an aura of divinity—soft golden light glows around him, making it hard to focus on his face.

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It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“…Are you God?” I ask, blinking in disbelief.

The man sighs and takes another sip of coffee. “Yeah, yeah, something like that.”

Something like that?!

I stare at him, waiting for some kind of explanation. But instead of answering, he just groans and rubs his temples.

“Ughhh, you have no idea how tired I am,” he mutters. “I swear, managing an entire universe is such a pain. Mortals won’t stop fighting, angels keep threatening to form a union, and demons? Don’t even get me started on those pyramid schemes they run in Hell. It’s exhausting.”

“…Uh, what?”

God—yes, actual GOD—looks at me and gives a tired shrug. “Long story short, kid, I’m done. I quit. Being God sucks.”

I blink.

“…Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I don’t wanna do this anymore.” He waves a hand dramatically. “The whole ‘all-powerful creator’ gig? It’s overrated. I want to experience a normal life for once. You know, sleep in, eat junk food, watch trashy TV shows… not deal with universe-level nonsense every five minutes.”

I stare at him. Hard.

“…And this has what to do with me?”

God grins. “Oh, you’re gonna take my place.”

I think I just had a stroke.

“…WHAT.”

“Congrats, kid! You just got a promotion.” He claps his hands together, and suddenly, the entire void starts shifting.

Winds howl. Colors blur. A pressure unlike anything I’ve ever felt slams into me like a thousand galaxies collapsing at once.

My brain short-circuits. My soul feels like it’s being rewritten. And in the middle of it all, a glowing blue screen appears in front of me.

[Welcome to the God System!!!]Please fill in a name!

I stare at the prompt.

A name? Oh, that’s easy. I type in my old name and hit confirm.

WARNING! As a God, revealing your true name to another being will grant them control over you!Gods use placeholder names to avoid total defeat.

I freeze.

Wait… what?

Before I can process it, another prompt appears.

Congratulations! You have been granted the title:“The Nameless One”

Oh.

Oh no.

I just made it so I can’t tell anyone my real name. Ever.

I can feel the divine energy wrapping around me, sealing the name into existence.

I groan, running a hand down my face. “Well… guess I need an alias now.”

After a moment of thought, I smirk. If I can’t use my real name, I might as well make it sound badass.

“Call me… The Void Sovereign Nexus.”