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World Ender: I Destroy the Worlds for a Living

“If the world wants me gone, then it’s only fair that I destroy it in return, right?” ————— Ever since I can remember, the world has been trying to kill me off by sending various accidents my way. Cars, trucks, buildings falling apart, gas explosions, earthquakes, floods… Even such ridiculous things as falling pianos. I had innumerable near-death experiences. All because I don’t belong. But I guess it’s a small price to pay, cause in return, I am not bound by any laws governing the reality. I can do whatever I want. Once things start getting out of control, I can just destroy the world and move on to a new one. I could just live an easy and carefree dream life, with no effort or consequences. Or so I thought… ----NOTICE---- Although MC may flirt with different girls over the course of the story, this is NOT a harem. No collecting girlfriends or wives. The romance part will start a bit later, and there will be only one female lead. Also, no NTR.

yunjun · Urban
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Sectors

Having the woman out of the picture, I finished my coffee and went over to talk to the boy.

Even though it's only been minutes since she left, he already started cleaning up my bedroom. He picked up the clothes I threw on the floor last night, and was currently changing the bedsheets.

I leaned against the door frame, observing him. He still had that stupid smile plastered all over his face. All because of that casual comment I threw earlier.

I didn't really see him as my brother. I didn't care about those kinds of things in the first place. But I wasn't about to tell that to the boy. If he was so happy to be called my "family", then let him have it. It was actually rather beneficial for me, as he would probably be even more loyal to me this way.

"So, those sectors that you mentioned earlier," I resumed the conversation that the woman interrupted. "What's up with that?"

"Hm?" The boy paused his work and looked at me. "Oh, well. As I said, the organization is split into different sectors. I mean, there are probably thousands, or rather millions… No, probably even more, different worlds. So it would be difficult to observe them all, no? So each part of the organization only controls a certain group of worlds…"

"How many?"

The boy tilted his head, unsure what I was asking about. "How many worlds does each part control?"

"Yeah. And how many sections are there?"

The boy shook his head in response. "A lot? I don't know."

"How are the worlds grouped into those sections then?" I tried a different question.

"Hm…" The boy bit his lip, looking at the ceiling. "By how similar they are, I think," he answered after a while, sounding fairly confident.

That would make sense. It would probably be easier to manage similar worlds.

If that were the case, then I guess it would be safe to assume that I've been traveling within one section my whole life, as the worlds were almost identical, save for tiny details. I still needed much more information before I could be certain about it though.

"So, the world you were originally from was quite different from this one? You said it was in a different section, right?" For the first time, I was a bit curious about the boy's past.

"Somewhat…" The boy smiled shyly and rubbed the side of his neck. He was not used to me asking questions about his life, but me showing any interest clearly made him happy.

Maybe I should try giving him some attention occasionally, for the sake of our future relationship. Understanding him better would not only make manipulating him easier, but could also be helpful when using him as a support while fighting the organization. Doing some training together should do the trick.

That, however, was something to consider later. For now, I still wasn't done with our discussion.

I walked across the room, sat down on the windowsill, and lit another cigarette. "So, what was so different about your world?" With a wave of my hand, I signaled him to sit down. It was a bit annoying to have him just stand there awkwardly.

The boy obediently sat down on the edge of the bed. "To be honest, I'm not so sure…" He said, playing with the dirty bedsheets he held in his hands. "It seemed more or less similar. I mean, with how the world looked. And we had similar clothes, phones, computers and so on… Just the names were different. I think the main difference was the people?"

"The people?"

The boy nodded. "Yes. The people living there were different than in this world. I mean… At the organization, I was told I need to move to a sector far away from my original one, somewhere where I, as well as anyone I knew, don't exist. I'm not sure about anything else."

I observed him with my eyes slightly narrowed. "You mean that in this world, there definitely isn't another version of you?"

"Yes, that's what they told me," he confirmed.

I tapped my hand on the windowsill, thinking. So was I moving within one sector or not?

If the differences between the worlds belonging to different sectors were not that significant, then I might have actually been traveling between them without realizing it. I haven't been paying that much attention to the people, after all.

But most importantly, that meant that I must have been in close proximity to my original world, especially those three times when I ran into another "me". I wonder if my original world still existed.

Not that I cared to visit it. I would much rather leave the sector and travel to new, unfamiliar worlds. That would be far more interesting. I never even knew about such a possibility before, but it was quite exciting. However, to do that, I needed to figure out the teleportation ability first.

I glanced at the boy. "And why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"Um…" he bit his lip, looking at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Was that something important?"

I sighed and waved my hand. "Nevermind. Is there anything else you know about it?"

"No… I don't think so."

I put down my cigarette and got up. "Alright then. If you remember anything, let me know." I left the room, letting the boy return to his work.

I was curious. I was getting bored of always being stuck in pretty much the same place. But traveling around the world never worked out for me. When I took a plane, it crashed. A train, derailed. A bus, or a car? Hit by a truck. Moving on foot was even worse. Not only was it more time-consuming, but it was unsuccessful as well. There was always some sort of accident.

Of course, I could still go on. But the further I got away from the city, the more frequent the accidents became, speeding up the whole process of destroying the world.

I wonder how things would be in a different sector. Would I finally get to see more of the world, undestroyed?