God Streaming System

Chapter 1: Day of the Decline of the Gods and the 1,000 Chosen Ones

Chapter 1

✓Day of the Decline of Gods and 1,000 Chosen People

From among the earth's inhabitants of various 'births', 'countries', 'genders' and 'ages'; Dewa has chosen 1,000 people to be sent to different worlds — an isekai — that is like the embodiment of sword and magic.

This madness, which enveloped the entire earth and still continues, began one June morning when I finally got used to my High School life. 

For me, Kurose Hikaru, this event will be a turning point in my life. 

No, to be more specific.it would be an 'incident'. 

A humanoid form that could only be described as a silhouette of light suddenly appeared on 'all unused displays' around the world and declared this...

[I am a God .]

At that time, I was in my class, in the middle of my first class that day.

The first to notice what was shown on the big TV of the class was a female student, and the next moment the shout suddenly shocked everyone in the class, the words 'God' has echoed in the television loudspeakers..

[Down this way must have been a surprise to all of you. I've been waiting for my kids to grow up, you know. The time has come.]

It was a tone of voice that felt as if it was seeping deep into my heart.

A voice that could be considered either male or female, I also could not determine the age of that voice.

Even the screaming schoolgirl had a dumbfounded face as she froze on the spot.

Teachers who taught in the classroom until now suspected it was some kind of joke or malfunction, so they tried to use the controller to operate the TV, but the 'God' did not disappear, and it's the same even when the cable is loose .

The teacher went to check on the state of the next class, and it seemed like that class also had a 'God' displayed on the smartphone screen that someone had.

[i have chosen 1,000 of you all. Selected people from countries around the world are all random. Of course, without distinguishing between men and women as well. Those who have experience in society, those who can still be called boys, those who are elderly; everything varies.]

By stating 1,000 people, it confirms that this phenomenon does not only occur in our schools. The school does not even have 1,000 students.

Even so, it is said that this covers countries all over the world of all races and nations. This must be happening all over the world in the true sense of the word. It didn't feel real, but there was no way something like this would feel real in the first place. To the extent that I even suspected that I was falling asleep in the middle of class because I was bored and now I am dreaming. There were even students who pinched his cheeks to be sure.

[I'll have those 1,000 people go to 'another world' .]

The words of the God moved the class.

Another world.

That is, isekai.

[With that one other world, I mean a different world that is outside of the world that is in my power—a parallel world. More precisely, 'an other world made to reflect your liking'.]

The classroom became even noisier hearing those Gods words.

But I myself cannot be so excited.

Because if you think about it calmly, the odds are selected, and the chances of someone in this school being selected, like the odds of winning the lottery.

Infants and parents will most likely be excluded, but there are 7 billion people on Earth.

1 Out of 7 billion. If entered into the lottery, it is like pulling a winning ticket in 1 or maybe 2 tries. Moreover, if there is a division between country and race, the more unfavorable you are if the population is high. It's at a level that even you can consider the odds to be 0.

1 Or 2 Japanese high school students might be selected, and instead I have no interest at all in the world of sword and magic…

[I will ask the displaced people to live their lives in the other world as they wish. There will be no demands or coercion from us. You are free. However, the price of freedom is clearly a possibility of death.]

Looks like this isn't a story where they told you to become a hero and defeat the demon lord.

I don't know what the purpose of this 'God' is, but how else to think of it as a being that is beyond human reason.

[Of course, I didn't mean to let you just walk away. I plan on giving you a 'Gift' that will help you survive.]

As I watched 'em, everyone in the class quietly listened as if they had been fascinated by the word of God.

When I glanced at my childhood friend who was sitting diagonally in front of me, she had a surprised expression like everyone else, and her eyes were glued to the TV.

[i have also prepared entertainment for many who will be left here.You will be able to watch the adventures of those who have traveled live. I have created a special site that everyone can access through a computer. Your support will directly be their strength. Isn't that fun?]

This was the first time that the sign of emotion was shown in the word of God.

The gods use the internet to create websites?

At first I thought that it might be a God, but now it sounds like a silly joke.

After all, I was on the side that didn't want to go to a parallel world.

I can't even function well in this world, so I'm not an adult who can live a pleasant life in a world I don't know about.

[The Chosen ones who garner special attention will get various benefits, and will be helped in a way that will make things easier for them. If you want to know more details about this, please check the specially prepared site, I have marked them on their body parts so that everyone can know it. That mark is something that cannot be replicated with your technology in any way, so it cannot be faked.]

As the Gods said this, the entire class became noisier in an instant.

A sign somewhere on their body…

I feel like it's sneaky how they don't even tell us the shape, but it's most likely something you can figure out once you see it.

A number of male students even took off their clothes to make sure.

[you asked why I suddenly showed up and thought of this plan? Fufu, actually, I've been thinking about this since the beginning. When your civilization reaches a certain level, I'm thinking of giving you an interesting service, you know. To all of you, a being like me with transcendental powers must be driving your religion crazy, but anyway, I don't mind you taking this as a gift from me to you. Enjoy fully. If you guys have a request, I'll accept it on a special site.I said that, but I didn't accept the request to be Chosen, okay? you may have suspicions of foul play in regards to the Chosen Election, but I swear to god that it's random. Fufu...understand?]

Despite calling himself a god, he has a quite friendly personality.

Or maybe it just acts like that.

Even when the Gods were talking, my classmates were looking for 'marks' that might be visible somewhere on their bodies.

I knew the possibility of me being one of them was close to zero, and most importantly, only a feeling that was easily affected by the atmosphere would follow such a sudden event, like this, so I kept it to slightly flip my sleeve and confirm.

I was the type of person who didn't stand out in class.

People called anti-social.

Showing myself to be so excited after hearing the word 'isekai' would be 'too fitting' for me.

[Right, I forgot to say something. The sign is in your palm.]

Those extra words made everyone - even the teacher - look at their own hands to make sure it was as if by reflex.

I also did it and looked at my palm.

(...Yeah, numbers.)

No sign on my palm.

The probability is as low as winning the lottery in one try. It is likely that none in this entire school, or even in this entire city was chosen.

That's how it works when it's on a scale of 1,000 around the world.

(Eh?!)

I'm sorry for my classmates who are all excited here, but that's why I think none of them are in this class, all over the school will be chosen.

—That is, until I saw the face of my childhood friend.

The girl - Souma Nanami- stared straight ahead, putting both her hands on the table as if she was hiding her palms.

Even though she was facing forward, she did not see anything — it was the face she made when something unexpected happened and her brain was empty.

And then, she turned towards me as if making an *gigigi* sound*.

A pale white face as if his blood had been completely drained from him.

With eyes on the verge of tears.

“Hi-chan.. i...” (Nanami).

In this still noisy classroom, no one noticed the plain-type Namami the same as me.

That was why no one who noticed him slowly raised his left palm like this, which had a geometric pattern like a mandala that was constantly changing color and even shape as if it was alive.

God, at one point, had disappeared from television.