Who I Am

You see, I've actually seen the Titan bleed.

Was it about 10 years ago? Or was it 9? I'm not really sure, honestly; I was, after all, a desolate young scientist, only about seventeen years old—if memory serves me again.

Worthless shitty power. What the fuck is it for me to have super intelligence and other mind-related gifts when those things don't help me remember important memories like this?

Whatever. This is trivial, to be honest with you.

So let's get straight to the point, I imagine I don't have much time left, and from now on, you disciples (or whatever you identify with at the moment) will be the front line against that super-powerful freaks.

That is if you're alive to hear my last record.

As you, disciples, are fully aware of, we are living in an utterly ruined world. Please forgive my mistake, I was wrong, I meant completely destroyed. Condemned to its own destruction, due to the false hopes created by fake heroic myths and prophecies, spread over all sides of the continent like a huge wave in the sea.

Although I say all this, I am also not worthy of giving an opinion about the end of times. After all, I have a certain share of the blame for this catastrophic phenomenon.

The gods detest me from the bottom of their souls, yet they depend on me at this moment, as they are unable to intervene in such an unprecedented calamity.

But who am I? You must be wondering this, I don't judge you, I'm writing this without any prior notice to the other survivors.

Well, many once called me a villain, that is, a throwaway piece in the deck that would only serve to carry the plot forward, as planned by fate.

Even in the face of death — to which they were subjected not only by my hands, but also by those of their own heroes and heroines whom people of all species once trusted —, refused to believe that there was no more hope and that, in the end, I hadn't been the only sinner in this fucking world.

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I don't regret a thing, I slaughtered tens of thousands without blinking a second. Maybe hundreds of thousands, no… according to some calculations and notes that I have kept here in my old notebook, I estimate that it must reach the tens of millions of people who faced the end of their lives because of me.

I was thought to be wrong for a long time. Over the initial years titled lunatic, absolute villain, and to be honest, I enjoyed it.

I'm really not at all good, I identify with that stigma of a villain, and given my actions in my miserable life, I must say it was fun in many ways.

Despite the fact that I would love to be able to retrace some actions in my past. In search of absolute perfection; of a story in which I wasn't just a banal character, with fate written in stone and manipulated by false prophets from another world — a pathetic little blue planet, according to the information I've been able to gather over the last few years.

Well, my time must have come to a finale. My body can't take this pain anymore, I tried. We tried to stop this destruction. They're all dead, and here I am, lying almost powerless under an endless pile of corpses like a mad gravedigger.

I can't even tell if this is a hallucination in my head after I passed away or if this is real.

But one thing's for sure: I killed him. The Titan was as vicious a monster as I was, and also quantitatively as strong and influential as I was — a human who had no valuable gifts compared to those around him, that was me for ya.

I hope whoever is reading this will make good use of the notes and other notebook pages I'm leaving behind. I fulfilled my objective, I killed the heroes. I killed the bastards who turned this world into this burning, endless hell.

I avenged the death of my friends... her death.

All by myself.

And in the blink of an eye, I reached my end.

The sun is already rising over the horizon and my equipment no longer works. My eyes are fluttering, the limbs of my body vehemently refusing to obey the commands coming from my brain. As well as the blood seeping non-stop from countless wounds smeared across my frail body.

I was the beginning of it all. And also the conclusion.

I don't care what the hell happens from here on out, but regardless of which side you've been on in this brutal war — I wish you luck.

Sincerely,

Elric Fou Yuric,

The Thanatos.

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[𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞, '𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐀-10521…

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭…

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝.

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝! 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞…

…

''Several times I heard the poetic ramblings coming from my teammates. Those I once considered able to help me achieve the epitome of the power of this planet.

They used to agree with each other, saying things that made me rethink my whole life. Starting with our identity, who we really were in this vast endless immensity called the universe.

Villains. People called us that. They liked to believe that we were the wrong ones, and that someday the good guys would defeat us.

Haha! It's funny to think about it...

But in her words, the same words that shaped what I once was, being a villain isn't necessarily being bad.

I remember every detail of that day. And I swear to myself that I will never forget him, after all, I promised that I would make this world a better place for her and others.

Erasing the worms unworthy of life; exterminating them with my own hands.

At any cost.

Even if I have to oppose time itself, the gods, the heroes, reincarnators, whatever!

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

I've done it once, despite all the mistakes on my way! Though I'll do better now.

I promise that I'll make you guys survive this time.

I promise I will.

I really promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise…

….

And nothing, nothing at all, will be able to stop me, for this time the reins of fate will dance in the palms of a vile human's hand - and that will be 𝓂𝑒."

End of log recording.

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐥𝐣𝐟𝐝𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐤

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