Prologue

The colossal giants of the night shone with bright lights.

The cold winter breeze blew with a slight scent of loneliness, the air dry like the desert.

The blaring sounds of cars and trucks sounded throug the night, with the only silence in the parks this night.

When the traffic lights switched colors, the vehicles on road of the crosssection moved.

The vehicles quickly passed by a quiet and empty alleyway, where a slight light escaped through the creaks of one of the bends.

The shadow of a person slowly appeared, covering the bleak amount of light in the alleyway.

the shadow quickly started pacing as finally the body of a young man, about 20, came around the turn.

He had an un-godly amount of hair on him, with dirt and grime covering his body.

He pushed the hair covering his face with his free hand, glancing around.

The man was carrying a bag of groceries with one hand, and the other hand was keeping the hair from covering his vision.

"What a lucky day, finding those ten dollars from the park was a good find..."

The old man muttered, as the groceries in his hand seemingly changed into treasure in worth.

his voice echoed throughout the empty alleyways, with the only rey being the slight sound of cars honking, engines revving up and wheels moving from the road.

The man slowly walked through the alleyway, yet just before he reached the end, a bright light exploded from the streets.

The streets were quickly filled with screams of agony as the sounds of objects falling and liquid spilling followed.

"What!?"

The man, slightly blinded and shocked by the screams, shouted.

*Puchi!*

The sensation of something piercing him through his chest, especially the pain akin to stubbing his toe a thousand times made him groan and shocked, with his body unnaturally feeling weak.

'What's happening?...'

And before he could think or even say anything else his consciousness fell to darkness.

He never got to enjoy what he bought with those ten dollars.

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After waking, the man quickly moved the upper part of his body, getting a slight migraine like pain because of that.

He had rough breathing and was shaking with fear, but he quickly calmed down and noticed the place he was in; an unkown black space.

"What's going on..."

He couldn't comprehend anything.

[Welcome Mark Swortts]

And to add to the confusion a voice was in his head.

"Who's that?"

The man said, quickly getting up and swinging his arms around but they only went through the empty space.

[I am the System]

"What's that? A name for a Black Corporation?"

[No. The System is a non-sentient entity whose purpose is to be a intermediary for you]

"Then how can you repl–"

He stopped midway realizing how stupid such a questions was.

"Fine. Then where am I?"

[This is a space where candidates are placed before their entry]

"Entry where?"

[Entry to Blasphemy]

'Blasphemy?? What's that...'

But before Mark could say anything else the system voiced.

[No more questions. It is time for the 'initiation']

A White hole appeared underneath him, sucking him in.

"W-what? Hey! wwaaaaiiii-"

And just like that, he was gone.