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~Altier~

For generations, Cerulean Academy has been known throughout the world as a cutthroat school. One to which that possesses political power no ordinary school should ever have, while upholding twisted and absurd values no school should ever embrace. To them, competition and rivalry is the foundation of growth. Separating the weak from the strong is the essence of life, and transforming the youth into potential elites is their whole purpose for existing. The reward at the end of it all is the right to fulfill any wish, so long as it's humanly possible. Money, fame, status and even power can all be granted. But to Dazai Crowley, such rewards were simply an afterthought. The only reason why he has come was to settle the score against a certain someone. In pursuit of the revenge that he seeks after, Dazai begins to walk down the path of a predestined fate…

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Prologue: What Fate Has Decided Things To Be

A Day in Our Fated Future

Location - "Our Last Destination"

(???'s POV)

Fate is a funny thing, isn't it.

Back then, I didn't even believe in fate at first. I only cared about my own "destiny".

But that all changed when I came face to face with the absolute truth.

Since the day before it even began, everything was already predetermined.

Both the beginning, the middle and even the very end, all of this was set in stone since the day the gods themselves chose to first breathe life into the story they so called created.

Hey you, I must ask you something. If you were to find out that your life, both the good and the bad, was already predetermined, how would that make you feel? To me, right now, I feel no regret.

I know that my past has not been the brightest.

But atleast I have the strength to say for sure that I'm looking forward to the future ahead.

Seven heroes, seven keys.

One door, and one truth.

Heh, one day, we'll all look back and reflect upon the world that we created. The world that the red strings of fate had already decided it to be.

When that time comes, I wonder.

How will I feel then? Will I be satisfied, or will I finally cry even more tears of regret?