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What's wrong with being a mosochist?

A boy's whole existence revolves around being a mosochist. Come join and find what the heck is wrong with this kid. Read the journey of a masochist who actually has a goal? A masochist that wants to experience pain in everyway shape or form.

h_Hirto · Fantasia
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You died again.

Suddenly out of nowhere the ominous different symbols started emitting strange colored lights. The symbols lit up one after another in a strange manner, it was as if it was a circle that started emitting light at the center, and those lights then caused the outer parts of the circle to light up.

In a tower that observed the lighting up of the forest. A man dressed in a black robe, and whose face can't be dicern was standing there. He was watching the light emited by the symbols in a tower.

The light that was emited formed a strange circle with some strange symbols inside it. It was as though it contained a supernatural energy. It was a Magic Circle. The Magic Circle was the size of an entire city. The forest was that big. The lights that was emited then stopped as the whole Magic Circle was free to be seen.

The man dressed in a black robe muttered to himself, "It's a pity that so much of our resources was needed to accomplish this task."

Within the forest the boy who was craving for pain had a realization, "Wait! Isn't this a...!"

Just as he was about to finish his sentence a pure white beam of light strucked down from the sky. The pure white beam of light covered the entire forest. All living creature within the forest was killed by this beam of light.

After the light faded the once lushful forest with it's tall trees was now nowhere to be seen. The pure beam of light destroyed the entire forest. The only thing that can seen was a crater that was the size of a city.

Suddenly out of nowhere a crack within reality appeared. A hand filled with fur came out of the crack within reality. Not too long after the crack widened. Another body part now appeared, it was a human like legs. Then in the third time the crack suddenly grew to the size of a city. After this the whole body of a person came out of the crack.

The person had a human like body, but each of his body parts were more comparable to that of a monster, or that of an animal.

The boy then woke up above an infinitely extending white slate. The goddess was standing there looking at him with a smile on her face. Even though she was smiling the boy could dicern that she was feeling a sense of pity towards the boy.

The goddess said with her usual tone to the boy, "You died again. Are you cursed by my mother?"

The boy glanced at the goddess and said with his usual tone, "I don't know. You're the goddess who has the power over fate yet you can't do a thing about it?"

"Why are you suddenly talking like an adult? Anyways. Yes I do have power over fate, but I am nothing compared to those above me." The goddess explained to the boy.

The boy then answered the former part of the goddess's answer, "I can be somewhat rational when I'm not looking for pain."

The goddess then asks, "Rational? Then can you call a child rational?"

The boy answered after a few seconds of consideration, "They can be rational, but only for a few things."

The goddess then said, "You're right, they can be rational. But hearing this from a child makes no sense."

The goddess looks at the boy. He had a short darkish brown hair, a soft skin comparable to that of a female, and some green colored eyes. His body structure was that of an ordinary child. To the eyes of the goddess he looked like an innocent little kid. Someone you want to hug so badly because of how adorable they are.

The goddess tried to hide this emotion as much as possible, because if the boy were to find out then she doesn't know how he'll react to it.

The boy then observed his surroundings. Not too long after this his body started to emenate countless different colored lights. All of the light then swallowed him into nothingness. The infinitely extending white slate is once again "empty".

The boy opened his eyes, what he saw was a gloomy night sky. The clouds completely shrouded the glimmering beauty of the starts that filled the night sky.

The boy observed his surroundings, what he saw was the ocean that seems to exted as far as the eye can see. He thought that it was a world mostly filled with water but he dismissed this thought. Wonder why? Because he only saw a small portion of what the actual world is, so there's no reason to make a conclusion that says that the world was all water except for the island that he was in.

The island he was in was big enough for a small village to be built on it. There were a few trees that was normal in size. A sand filled outer layer, and some grass near the trees.

After the boy finished observing his surroundings he started to observe himself. He had a humanoid body, a redish skin, two pincer attached to his torso. His feet was that of a human. A turtle like shell was attatched to his back. Within his torso was an opening where air can go through. The boy looked like a sea creature that had the shape of a human.

The boy muttered to himself in disappointment, "This isn't rare, but I still hate it."

The boy then jumped into the ocean. The ocean was filled with a wide variety of creatures. Some were big while others were smaller than a baby's finger.

As the boy swimmed through the ocean he found many different sea creatures. Some were packed together, it was a school of fish. Some were moving on their own, some were together hunting for food, some were together running from the hunters, and some were living peacefully. It was a beautiful sight. The different colored corals that filled the ocean became the home of many fish.

Unfortunately the boy hated peace. Why you may ask? I mean, are you actually curious? Ok I'll tell you. The boy's first life was a peaceful one. He lived normally like any other child, but he was born hated by multiple gods. How does this connect to why he hate peace? Well, his first experience of pain was when he was five years old. He was playing around in his house at the time it happened. When he was playing around he fell from the second floor to the first floor. He was playing around near the stairs, and because of this he fell and felt pain for the first time. Unlike other kids he didn't cry, he felt a sense of joy from the pain. He felt happy. Then a realization that no normal child could come up with came to his mind. It was this: If pain can be felt most in chaos, then peace is the opposite of chaos. If peace is the opposite of chaos, then peace is what stops me from having the most pain.

It was a stupid way of thinking, but it worked for hin at the time. This then caused him to hate peace, after all if there's is peace then there would be less pain. Even though he hated peace he had learn to accept it just like how he accepted pain, but unlike pain he never enjoyed peace.

The boy then suffocated himself by not swimming upwards to get some air. The boy then died because of suffocation.

The boy woke up above an infinitely extending white slate. He saw the goddess standing there looking at him with concern. She actually cared for him, unlike the other gods who hated him. She saw him as an adorable child who lost his way, but can still be saved. She also pitied this child who was standing in front of her.

Currently the boy was at the age of eight. His first death happened at the age of six.

The goddess said to him with the tone that was filled with concern, "You're nearing the end of this reincarnation cycle. Once you die for the 900th time you're soul would be lost in time. You really need to care for your own life."

After she said this mysterious words then started appearing in the infinitely extending white slate. The words tooked a contradictory form. The words were corporeal yet incorporeal. It was a contradiction that is beyond comprehension.

Death Count: 895

The boy glanced at the number displayed as he looks up. He saw the purest form of light. Within the center of the sky was a contradiction. The object had the form an imaginary object, an actual object, an abstract concept, and everything else in between reality and imaginary. It was unreachable yet it felt reachable to anyone who saw it.

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