The Perfect Last God

Starting Point - Ch 1

“Sials... Where am I now?”

He died, upset with his own death for being killed by an****** who was posing as a Police officer. In short, he was annoyed at being careless and unsuspecting of anything around him.

Though he is great in martial arts, his reflexes are very fast and strong, but the fast and small bullets are indeed beyond his limits, which eventually hit his body. Not just a single bullet, but he was hit with multiple bullets at once.

[ "Want to live again..?" ]

“Votes? Did I just hear a sound!?!”

Although he accepted the fact that he was dead, but he was not too surprised to realize his current condition, which was very conscious and could see around him, even though everything was pitch black as if there was no end to it.

But... He realized that he had just heard a voice... A Man!

[ "Yes. Do you want a cruel life?" ]

“Who are you!?! Can you show me your figure in front of me!”

[ "I've been around you, ever since. However, you will never be able to see me. It never will. Our dimensions are different, our positions are not the same, realize that, empty soul." ]

The man's voice was indeed very clear, as if it were everywhere. Confused, what the man meant. Words confused. But, among the endless darkness, darkness was everywhere as if he was blind...

He could feel, the stronger the feeling was, as if he could see a little bit of the form of the voice.

His figure was very large, covering whatever was seen, making anyone shiver in fear, trembling at the almighty power.

[ "Tell me, Soul! Do you want life, cruelty, destruction, catastrophe?!" ]

“Give me a Game!”

[ "Are you ready to start?! Tell me, empty soul! Are you scared!?!" ]

“I'm Zeyn! And give me what you want!”

Zeyn is drawn by endless time, space, and darkness, taking him through a very different place and what he thinks is beyond human reason.

The faster, the longer, the longer, the more Zeyn could see the large figure of the voice speaking to him. The large, inexplicable figure, made Zeyn freeze, continuing to look at the huge figure.

[ "Do it until you get to the stage... Game Over!" ]

{ - Quit - } { - Continue - }

“Come do that!”

 

Waking up, he opened his eyes, seeing something normal returning after the madness earlier. Zeyn woke up from a soft and comfortable mattress, his body sweating profusely with breathless breath.

He lowered his head and grimaced, still foreshadowing a crazy feeling he had never felt before. Black colored hair covered his gaze, which made him regain consciousness that...

“I'm alive.. back?”

Zeyn tidied his slightly long hair bangs back, and he realized that his hands were shrinking. Her small, fragile hands, were delicate and delicate, making her wonder how old she was in her current life.

“I need mirror.”

He looked around, which turned out to be a room quite spacious with various furniture and decorations like the European Nobles. Her eyes were fixed on the dresser with a mirror.

Zeyn moves from the bed to the mirror, for the first time seeing himself with a different identity. And, she felt strange about her appearance, because being small again felt.

His black hair was slightly grayish in length, his eyes were like clean gold, his face was handsome enough for a child of his age, and luxurious clothes like Nobles.

Zeyn tied her hair back into a bun, tidied up her clothes and walked towards the door. He walked out of the room, looking at the right and left hallways, but he did not know where to go.

“Home is troublesome indeed.”

He walked to the right, down the hallway with many windows that showed quite a large view of the garden. Before long, a woman in a Servant's clothes was seen carrying a cleaning tool like a broom or something.

The servant bowed respectfully towards Zeyn and said. “Good day, Young Master.”

“Ya.” That was his only response, then he saw the Servant leave.

‘Young Master, yes... I don't know anything about my life.’

Zeyn kept going and hoped to find something. But, to be honest he rather enjoyed it, because it felt quiet and comfortable, there was even a sound of wind from outside the window that was very soothing.

“Hei!” Someone called him.

Zeyn halted his steps, turning back only to see a girl of his age in the Princess's clothes.

The girl was shorter than him, a little... Her hair is beautiful golden yellow, her eyes are golden brown, her face is beautiful and will be more beautiful when growing up later.

“Mr Geiur is waiting for you in his room, with Mrs Vierra there. Didn't I tell you to wait in the room? Why are you out?”

From this expression of the girl in front of him, who looked cold even his tone while speaking was flat, then there was a tone of annoyance and hatred at the same time leading to him, making Zeyn even more confused with his identity in this world.

“I.. looking for fresh air.”

“How stupid. Huft... Most importantly, you are ready. Follow me.”

“Ya.” Zeyn nodded slowly.

Zeyn followed the girl right behind him, but the thing that made him curious was... Who is this girl? Her name? His identity? Her age? And what business do the Ladies and Gentlemen and Gentlemen mean by Zeyn?

“Huft... Never mind.” Zeyn was getting confused by all this.

“What's up?” The girl asked without looking at Zeyn.

“No. There is nothing.”

Before long, they arrived before a large door with luxurious gold-plated carvings. The carvings of animal symbols and images are clearly visible, as if the maker wanted to tell a great meaning.

*Tok**Tok***Tok*

“Good day. I'm Charlotte, come here with Zeyn to see you, Mr and Mrs.”

‘Ah. So her name is Charlotte. Also.my name in this world is the same as my previous name. Coincidence?’

“Come in, Charlotte.”

“Good, Mistress.”

The girl, Charlotte, opened the large door in front of them, revealing a large room inside that was no less luxurious. Zeyn was amazed for a moment when he saw her, as he had never seen anything as luxurious as this before.

“Hmm..” Zeyn's footsteps came to a halt when he realized that the girl in front of him looked strange.

‘What is this..? She.. shaking?’

Charlotte looks the way she always does and seems like nothing has happened, but what Zeyn sees is different. An atmosphere of fear, disappointment, and trepidation surrounded around Charlotte, leaving Zeyn a little confused.

His gaze turned forward, there was a dashing and wise man sitting in his chair that looked like the King's chair, and beside him was accompanied by a beautiful and beautiful woman who seemed to be his wife.

The man had hair exactly like Zeyn, his face was also quite precise and also his gaze. While the woman, has bright yellow hair color, beautiful and elegant. Zeyn didn't seem to have to guess who they were anymore, surely his parents in this world.

Not only were the two men, elsewhere, there was another woman sitting with the three young children her age. In contrast to her mother, the woman emitted an ominous aura directed towards Charlotte.

Her traits were the same as Charlotte's, and it seemed like the woman was her mother. Also, the three little ones who had the same aura as their Mother, were the Charlotte brothers and sisters.

‘Is Charlotte with her family in trouble..? She gets scared so.’

Charlotte approached them all, right in front of them, then stopped and bowed respectfully towards Father, Mother Zeyn and her family who seemed to hate her.

Zeyn catches up with Charlotte, following what Charlotte did. Bowing respectfully but with a different gesture, as remembered and as he knew about how to respect like a noble.

When he finished looking down respectfully, instead he was greeted by a shocked expression from all of them.

“What's up.?” Zeyn asked confusedly.

“No. Since when did you learn such manners, son?" Ask the Man or his Father.

“Hah?” Zeyn was puzzled by his father's question as if he didn't know manners.

“I... I followed him.” Not knowing what to answer, Zeyn pointed to Charlotte alone.

“Ah... You learned from him?” This time, her mother asked.

“U.. Umm..” Zeyn nodded.

“Hihi... Goodness.” And it seems that somehow her mother looks happy.

While Charlotte, perplexed and extremely confused, looked at Zeyn with a strange expression on her face as if to say "Since when have I taught you!?!", that was how it was.

“So, Ayahanda, Mother, what's calling us here?” Ask Zeyn.

Again, his father and mother were surprised to hear that Charlotte was reacting the same way as them. Zeyn patted his forehead, wondering if the previous owner of this body was indeed naughty or did not have the slightest manners.

His father and mother looked at each other, they smiled, then looked back at Zeyn.

“What is it also from the teachings of Charlotte.?” Ask Mother.

“U.. Um.”

“Fufu... Alright.”

“Son, Your Father and Mother called you here for approval.” His father spoke in a slightly firm voice.

“Approval?”

“Yes. Your engagement.”.

‘Attribution?! Just be right. Such stupid and annoying tradition, I don't like.’ Zeyn doesn't like it because, according to him, someone has the right to choose someone he likes and should not interfere. Freedom essentially.

“I don't want.”

“Ah... Yah... I've been expecting this before it was all done. After all, you are a hard man.”

‘What does that mean?! But yes seeing their reaction when I acted politely, it was clear that the previous owner of this body was a naughty child.’

Zeyn felt the atmosphere around Charlotte getting thicker and more, Charlotte clutching her skirt tightly, her face a little pale and cold sweaty. Shaking and trembling.

‘What the fuck?! I just lived a while ago, you know. Why face a situation I don't understand??’