Inside an ordinary rented room.
A pale-faced man was writing furiously in a notebook.
He coldly wrote line after line.
"In three days, ultimate terror will descend."
"That indescribable extraterrestrial entity, Big Alarm Clock Planet, will arrive."
"The entire Earth will be destroyed."
What was shocking was that this man had actually written words of world-ending destruction.
Did he not know that if he did this, he would die too? It turned out they had all guessed wrong.
He wanted neither wealth nor glory, nor lifespan, status, fame, or any of those things.
All he wanted was destruction!
Did people like that exist?
Very few, but claiming there were none would be an outright lie.
A forum once posed a question.
"If there were a button that would destroy the world when pressed, would you press it?"
More than a hundred thousand people answered, "Yes."
And more than a hundred thousand others asked, "Could I buy that button for a million?"
People with a million could hardly be said to be living terribly, could they? Yet they still wanted to destroy the world.
Perhaps it was emptiness, perhaps exhaustion, perhaps they had been squeezed too hard.
In short, human nature was complicated.
Wenren Sheng understood very well that for every shining aspect of human nature, there was an equally ugly one.
There were not many people who, unable to live themselves, would refuse to let others live either—but they absolutely existed.
Clearly, this world was quite tragic.
And among people of that kind, one had obtained a Creation Notebook capable of bringing his thoughts to life.
"Hmph, didn't you say you were smart?"
"Didn't you say you were capable?"
"The world will be destroyed in three days. Why haven't you found me yet?"
The writer mocked to himself.
"Yagami Light