The world was a dangerous place. But why was it? The answer most individuals gave was simple and straight to the point, never thinking twice about their words or understanding the dangers that were outside of their grasp. They only understood things thrown in front of them, like a fresh raw steak in front of a dog.

“Monsters…”

Yes… they were the root cause of all humanity's struggles and desolation. The unwillingness to live in such a cruel world, fearing wherever you walked, that you could lose your life in an instant. Fear, despair, anxiety, and isolation—all caused by the sinful creatures created by God as our divine punishment. Whatever God was, it wanted them to suffer and see their numbers slowly dwindle as their wills for a better future were crushed in the process.

It enjoyed it…

Watching with an amused grin like some comedy show...

ENCORE! ENCORE!

MORE! MORE!

MORE AMUSEMENT!

But see… the world wouldn’t be exciting if it were all pain and suffering. Then, it would become quite bland and repetitive after a while, wouldn’t it? The gift of balance and the unknown of what tomorrow could bring made the world spin.

Where there was a shadow, there was a beam of light creating it. One couldn’t exist without the other. They were two sides of the same coin.

Darkness and light.

Pain and pleasure.

Sadness and happiness.

Anxiety and peace.

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Life and death.

It was pretty simple. It didn’t know why humans had such difficulty understanding such a simple concept. They complained and complained, whining and whining about why they had to live in such a hell. It was as if people only wanted peace and happiness? That was quite a common thought almost everyone found themselves thinking about at least once, and it had merit going for it. Except it was simply incorrect, unmathematical even.

If everything was peaceful, then peace had no meaning. It was just there, existing. Nothingness. That world seemed far scarier than suffering. But, of course, the rules were still in place; it wasn’t all suffering. There were heroes out there, protecting and facing danger without a care about their own safety. The brave that risked their lives for a better future, there were only a few words that could describe these souls: Saints!

But yet, it was odd…

What made them feel so passionate about being the light in such a dark and allegedly hopeless world that many thought it was? Of course, that was because—The rules were in place.

The rule of Balance…

The rule of the Unknown…

The rule of Time…

The rule of Life…

And the fifth and final one—The rule of Freedom…

These five rules lived simultaneously, spinning around in perfect harmony like the atoms in a human body. Like brothers and sisters, they relied on each other to exist. They were the rules that the universe abided by. Without them, the fabric of existence would be thrown into turmoil and obscurity.

However, these rules… were growing quite boring.

What if someone paved their own reality without the need for such earthly bounds?

What if someone were able to break these golden rules?

It grinned…

Just then, an infant's cry was audible—a baby giving its calls for life in a small hospital in Japan. A long white-haired mother panted out with exhaustion, smiling tenderly once she embraced her son, whom the doctors had passed to her. The child continued to cry despite the mother's best efforts to soothe them, but it was expected; every baby had the same reaction when suddenly being brought into life—it was quite scary after all. However, the child's cries were different. His wails were heard throughout the fabric of the universe, shuddering time and space itself, which normal humans were oblivious to. A cry so powerful it made the world suddenly freeze.

"Yes, a soul free from the constraints the universe had bound itself with. Someone who had broken the rules…"

"Let me out! Let me out of this hell... please just kill me already, take mercy!" –Sen