New World: Behind the Scenes, the Death God System, I Hand Out Death God Diaries Online!
( This Parallel World; please do not take it personally!)
On the rooftop of the school's main building.
Three tall, burly high school students were punching and kicking a skinny boy.
The boy curled up in despair, protecting his head with his arms and hands, his eyes bloodshot with anger, gritting his teeth but remaining silent.
The boy's name was Lin Huan, and he was an ordinary student in Class 6 of the second year of high school.
The other three boys were the class bullies; they took advantage of their height and often bullied other students for fun.
As for why Lin Huan was beaten, there was actually no reason. It was simply because he was thin and had no family background, so he was easy to bully.
Simple... evil, nothing more!
All three were sports students in the class. The one in the lead was named Zhao Hai, who practiced shot put. He broke the school record at the last school sports meet and was very talented in sports with extraordinary potential.
Therefore, he was highly valued by physical education teachers and school leaders.
Moreover, Zhao Hai's background is not simple either. His father is the director of the Dafeng City Investigation Bureau, and his mother works in the Education Bureau. If nothing unexpected happens, such a person will surely have a bright future.
The other two are Bai Yunkun and Liu Yunxu, who come from ordinary families and are also athletes.
Bai Yunkun is 1.8 meters tall and is good at basketball, Liu Yunxu is good at high jump and is 1.76 meters tall.
As for Lin Huan, he comes from a single-parent family and was raised by his mother from a young age.
Lin Huan's academic performance was average, he had a withdrawn personality, was less than 1.6 meters tall, and was as thin as a stick.
Such people are perfect targets for Zhao Hai and his gang to bully.
Everything is simple during student days, including evil.
Zhao Hai and his gang bully people mostly without reason. Someone might get beaten up just for glancing at him, or he might punch you if he thinks your hairstyle is a little better than his.
This kind of pure bad seed cannot be educated by schools, and the sewing machine brigade is the best place for him.
The three of them had a great time fighting and left the rooftop laughing heartily.
After a long while, Lin Huan's curled-up body gradually stretched out. His breathing was somewhat rapid, as if something was stuck in his throat.
He strained suddenly and spat out a mouthful of blood. He took a few deep breaths, then lay back on the concrete ground, staring blankly at the azure sky.
Life is truly disappointing.
A mocking voice sounded from his side, and Lin Huan couldn't help but turn his head to look.
He saw a strange man dressed in a black suit and wearing a black mask without facial features, squatting on the edge of the rooftop, watching him.
Lin Huan didn't speak. He was very tired. He just wanted to think about nothing, do nothing, and just be quiet for a while.
In his opinion, this was probably just some students from another class playing a prank.
"My name is Death God. I can't stand seeing people like you being bullied. Tsk tsk, it really makes me angry."
The other person's words made Lin Huan involuntarily turn his head again, and then he burst out laughing. First, he chuckled softly, and then he burst into a Madness laugh.
Then, while laughing, he pounded the cement ground, tears streaming down his face.
" Death God, haha, you say you're Death God? If Death God really exists, then why are there so many bad people?"
"Why?" Lin Huan roared.
"What did I do wrong? No, what did I do? Why do those bastards Zhao Hai, always bully me? If you are the Death God, then kill them for me."
" Death God, hahaha!" Lin Huan pointed at the guy who called himself " Death God " and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Can you do it?"
"Don't you want to take revenge yourself? You must have seen the anime 'Death God Note, ' right? Mine is called 'Death God Diary,' and I, the Supreme Death God, designed it myself."
The mysterious man suddenly produced an A4-sized diary with a black cover.
The moment this diary appeared, Lin Huan felt a Leng Yi.
A sinister smile appeared on the mask that was originally devoid of facial features, which looked extremely eerie and gave Lin Huan a chilling feeling.
"Simply write down the other person's name and put a checkmark over it, and they will die instantly."
The mysterious man held a diary in his left hand and made a checkmark gesture in the air with his right.
"Hehe, as for the cause of death, how about a sudden brain hemorrhage? Not bad, that's the setting."
"Of course, if you think it's too easy for the other person to die like that, you can design their death yourself."
The mysterious man tossed the diary directly into Lin Huan's hands, saying, "Remember, the person you're going to kill must be a villain. If you mistakenly kill an innocent person, you'll have to deduct from your own lifespan!"
"You'd better watch out if you trade ten years of your life for someone else's!"
After saying this, the man leaned back and jumped off the roof.
"Hey, hey!" Lin Huan exclaimed in surprise, and quickly ran over, peering down from the rooftop.
But there was no Shadow of the mysterious man anywhere.
A gust of wind suddenly blew by, and Lin Huan involuntarily shivered.
He looked back and saw the black-covered diary lying quietly on the cement floor.
"No, it's not a hallucination!" Lin Huan swallowed hard. He carefully walked to the diary, and with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and fear, he gritted his teeth and picked it up.
As the school bell rang, Lin Huan stumbled into the classroom.
Neither the teachers nor the students said anything when they saw Lin Huan's extremely disheveled state. They all knew what had happened and were already used to it.
But given Zhao Hai's status and background, no one dares to offend Zhao Hai casually, not even teachers, who also need to make a living.
In his first year of high school, a teacher once severely reprimanded Zhao Hai, but less than three days later, that teacher was charged with indecent assault.
Everyone knows that the teacher was framed, and the so-called evidence was full of holes.
The teacher was exposed and subjected to online abuse, ultimately jumping from the roof of the main building, ending his young life.
From then on, Zhao Hai became the school's little tyrant.
Tragically, this bad seed became a role model student at the school, because from the very first inter-school sports meet in his first year of high school, he won many honors for the school with his talent for shot put.
Lin Huan sat in his seat, but the image of the faceless black mask and the words "Death God Diary" kept replaying in his mind. He had no interest in listening to the lecture.
He couldn't help but think of the protagonist in Death God Note; although he wasn't a good guy, his mentality was indeed very impressive.
If this Death God Diary is real, then he must do as the protagonist did and hide himself. Otherwise, even if he has the Death God Diary, he might still give himself away and be suspected.
As for not using it? From the moment he picked up the Death God Diary, he had already decided whose name to write in it.
Lin Huan was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who held grudges and sought revenge. Having been bullied for so long, the suppressed anger in his heart was like a hidden Volcano. Why not use it?
Even without Death God Diary, Lin Huan was already planning how to take revenge on Zhao Hai and the others.
His only worry now is whether the Death God Diary is real or not.
He used his obsessive-compulsive disorder and deep breathing to calm himself down, at least superficially.
To this end, he even opened his pencil case and used the mirror inside to adjust his expression.
After about ten minutes, Lin Huan finally calmed down a lot.
He calmly took out the black-covered diary from his pocket, using his textbook as a cover, and opened the first page of the diary.
This diary looks very ordinary, just like any ordinary diary you'd find in a stationery store.
But the horizontal lines inside are reddish-brown, a dark reddish-brown like blood.
Lin Huan took out a ballpoint pen and was about to write Zhao Hai's name on it when he suddenly stopped.
He put the ballpoint pen back and instead took out a pencil.
He thought that the Death Note only had forty pages in total, and if it was real, then the value of each page was immeasurable.
If you use a ballpoint pen to write, and you make a mistake, wouldn't it be a waste of a page of content if you can't cultivate?
Just as he was about to write Zhao Hai's name again, he stopped.
"If Zhao Hai dies like this, it's too easy on him."
Lin Huan gripped the pencil tightly with both hands; his mind was clearer than ever before.
What makes Zhao Hai so arrogant? It's his family background: his father, who is the director of the Inspection Bureau, and his mother, who works in the education bureau.
A sinister glint flashed in Lin Huan's eyes. "If Deprivation you of everything, and then let you die in agony, that would be the perfect revenge, wouldn't it?"
"And..."
He thought again of the content in the Death God Note anime, where the male protagonist was too Wuji at the beginning, making it easy for others to find out his identity as a student.
I must never make the same mistake again.
Moreover, what needs to be done now is not revenge, but testing the authenticity of the Death God Diary.
But how exactly do we test it?
Lin Huan's first thought was the internet, those experts spouting nonsense, those fake livestreamers selling inferior goods, and... the wanted criminals announced by the Inspection Bureau.
A slight smile crept onto Lin Huan's lips. "There are plenty of people in this world who deserve to die!"
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. This was the last class of the day. Although Lin Huan was anxious to get home to test his Death God Diary, he tried his best to remain calm and not show any signs of being different from usual.
He carefully stuffed his textbooks one by one into his schoolbag, buttoned up his coat, slung the schoolbag over his shoulder, and walked out of the classroom.
At that moment, Zhao Hai didn't notice Lin Huan leaving; instead, he was bullying a girl in the class.
As usual, Lin Huan waited for the bus for ten minutes at the bus stop in front of the school, and then took bus No. 212 to the Dafeng City Canned Food Factory Family Compound.
I returned home around 6:20 PM, but my mother still hadn't come back. There was a hundred yuan and some cooked food on the dining table.
Lin Huan put the hundred yuan into his pocket, sat down at the dining table, and ate while browsing his phone.
When he came across the name of a wanted criminal, he would record the name in the Death God Diary, but he would only record it without writing down the manner of death or adding a checkmark.
Clearly, Lin Huan had a more meticulous plan.
Ultimately, the phone screen focused on a live streamer's sales room.
Lin Huan also wrote down the last name on the first page of his diary: Bai Yanjiu, which was the name of the livestreamer.
A wicked smile crept across Lin Huan's lips as he lightly drew a checkmark over Bai Yanjiu's name with a pencil...