A tragedy. That's the only suitable way to describe the life of Arima Shigeaki. Born in a working class family, Arima had three siblings, two elder sisters and one elder brothers. Given the size of this family, it's to no surprise that his parents didn't want to give birth to him at first.

Though as unwilling as they were, after some asking around, they soon realized they couldn't afford an abortion with their meager salaries, forced into a corner, the couple had no other choice but to let Arima be born, it's either that or use the traditional way of abortion, which wasn't guaranteed a completely success rate, not to mention the risks accompanied it.

Thus, Arima came to be. When he was born, nothing special happened, there were no shooting stars or weird events taking place, he just came straight out from his mother's vagina like all babies, albeit a tad bit easier due to his mother's loose vagina • It's no secret to the town they lived in that his mother worked as a waitress in the morning and a whore at night.

As Arima grew up, it became apparent to everyone around him that he was a smart kid, possessing intellectual prowess far beyond that of a normal child. Things that took other kids his age weeks to learn, came to him as natural as breathing. His parents, knowing this, tried their best to make money and give him the needed education that they had never given to any of their child • Other than him that is.

Still, his school life wasn't all flowers and rainbows, far from it actually. Standing between the awkward line of normal and blessed, not really leaning to either, Arima couldn't exactly be considered a genius, the word normal also didn't fit him either. And you know how kids are, they hated and mocked those who were different to them.

Arima, being the only one in class fitted that description, was bullied a lot, his classmates had decided to make a living Hell out of his life, and his ugly appearance, unsurprisingly, did very little to help. To make things even worse, he was also hated by his siblings.

They felt unfair and somewhat threatened by his existence. Why did he get to go to school and they did not ? Would their parents hate them now that they have him ? • Not quite, but their thoughts were more or less same as these. Even so, Arima never complained once, he knew deep down there were tons of people who had it much harder than him.

As time passed, they, his classmates and siblings, eventually got bored of bullying him. Of course, some still snickered or scoffed at him, but it was much better than before. Like this, Arima spent years working his way up, finally achieving his goal, which was to become a respected teacher of University A.

Just when things started to pick up, just when he thought his days of struggling were over, disaster suddenly struck as fast and hard as a speeding truck, rendering him unable to react.

He still remembers clearly what had happened that day. It was normal like any other, the weather was damp and cool, not exactly his favourite season but a bit better than the scorching sunlight of summer. He was teaching in class while his mind wandered towards the new manga in his drawer he picked up recently, To Love Ru was its name.

Having such an ugly face, he naturally wasn't famous with girls, thus poor Arima often spared time to read mangas with harem and romance as its main genres. Of course, being a sane person, he didn't let anyone know about this specific hobby of his, lest history repeated itself and he's shunned by his colleagues.

Little did he know his efforts were actually for naught and it all wouldn't matter after today. As the class neared its end, Arima was giving homeworks for his students, two detectives suddenly kicked open the door to his class. In their hands were police badges and guns.

For a brief moment there, Arima blanked out. He just couldn't comprehend what was happening. Only when handcuff was already put on him did he react, screaming loudly in protest.

"What are you doi--?!" But he was unfortunately cut short by one of the detectives.

Looking coldly at him. The man said, his eyes were as if he was staring at a disgusting insect and not a man.

"Arima Shigeaki, you're charged with rape. Everything you say will be used against you in the court of justice. Please refrain from making a fuss lest we have to use violence." It's over • This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

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It turned out, the one who accused him of rape was actually one of his students, a fat female whale with hair dyed purple, these people were generally known as feminists, they'd been on the rise since 2013 and apprently in their eyes, males were vile creatures that did not deserve to live.

Arima didn't know why she targetted him, but with everything going on at the time, he honestly couldn't care less. Soon, after being judged guilty for a sin he had never committed, Arima was thrown in jail. Sure enough, the TV shows that showcased life in prison did not lie and he was tormented everyday by the inmates.

At first, he felt sorry for himself, sorry for his family. Gradually though, that sorry turned into anger, hatred. Like a butterfly, Arima shedded his skin, reborning anew, yet the thing that came out was but a shadow of his former self, a monster created by his anger, his hatred, his rage. A physical proof of we're all one bad day away from insanity.

Released five years later after proven false accused. Arima started his hunt. The bullies in his school, the people who mistreated him in the past, he hunted them all down, killing them in the worst ways possible. Everywhere he went, death followed, leaving behind a large trail of mutilated corpses. Eventually, he reached his final prey.

The bitch that ruined his life. She was taking trials in California, charged for falsify rape accusations. Walking into court armed to teeth, Arima shot everyone who dared stand in his way. God knows where he got all those weapons. When he finally saw the bitch, Arima raped her in front of everybody there, her screams, her pleads for mercy, it all only served to make him more excited.

Cumming serveral times, he realized there were no more holes for him to fuck, so he made them himself. Using a military knife, he cut the bitch open again and again. Of course, such an incident didn't go unnoticed by the polices. Surrounded on all sides, Arima blew the bitches' head with a shotgun and commited suicide.

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"Little one... Are you alright?" The ancient voice called out, waking him up from his stupor. At first, he had thought he was dreaming or simply sleeping, but that doesn't seen to be the case. Confused, the young soul looks around only to find pure, seemingly unending darkness.

"Where am I?" He asks, trying to figure out as much as he possibly can. "You're in the place between universes, we call it The Void."

"The Void?" The young soul repeats, growing even more confused as he tries to find the origin of the voice talking to him. But there is nothing, only nothingness.

"Do you wish for a second chance?" Staring out into The Void with his nonexistent eyes, the soul hesitates for a moment before he, or is it she, steels himself. "I-I do! I wa--No! I need a second chance!"

"Good! The world... The universe you'll reincarnate in is a place you know, read from a book. I believe you'll recognize it when you're there, as for your memories, fear not, they too will soon return. Now, begone young one." Says the voice, his words booming all around The Void.

And as soon as he finishes, the young soul feels a sucktion force dragging him. Then, he disappears. Leaving The Void behind to once again sink into eternal silence.

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"What should we call him?" Asks the middle-aged woman, her dark brown hair wet from sweat, a gentle smile blooming on her face as she stares lovingly at her newborn, and possibly only child in this life, given hers and her husband's age.

"I've thought about this a lot yesterday. Yamamoto Ren, what do you think? It's good, isn't it?" Her husband, a man seemingly in his fourties, says, his eyes still shining like a child as he looks at his son.

The woman nods, flashing a smile to her husband. "It's decided then! Our son name will be Ren!"