by IDAAWTJS
For seventeen years, I was a ghost in a world of giants. No mana, no blessing, no future. In a realm where power is the only law, being ordinary was a death sentence I served every single day. Then came the night of the screaming. A knife. A choice. I tried to save a life and lost my own—only to be pulled back by a cold, mechanical voice that offered me a terrible trade. [Instruction: Touch the target’s forehead to enter their subconscious.] I step into the fractured landscapes of the human soul to witness the memories people kill to hide. I see the rot, the love, and the hidden filth of saints and sinners alike. Every judgment I pass echoes across three worlds: Heaven: A reward for the weary. Hell: An eternity for the cruel. The Mortal World: A scar left upon my own mind. In a world where justice is a commodity and mercy is considered a fatal flaw, I have been handed the scales. But the System is hungry, the candidates are ruthless, and the memories are starting to bleed into my own. What happens when the one who judges doesn’t believe he has the right to? [Current Mission: ???] [Reward: ???] You'll only know once you read.
