Will of the Intelligent

"If you don't get this stupid fucking game out by tomorrow, you're fired!"

"With all due respect, boss, I think you of all people know I'm the backbone of this operation, and if you fire me, it all falls apart."

He was silent for a moment. My name is Irosumaki Keiro, and contrary to what it may sound like, I am not an arrogant prick. What I said was perfectly true. I have been in all the departments, helping everyone, to the point where I was called the true creator of the game, not the boss. As one might suspect, he didn't like that.

"I don't fucking care if you are some important person to this game, or even some genius who just came out of high school, if you don't do your job, you are fired!"

"Then I quit,"

"... huh? What did you arrogant little shit say to me?!"

"I said I quit. It's quite obvious you don't like or accept me, why would I stay with you for minimum wage when other companies are already offering me 6,000 yen an hour?"

"..."

"Well, I hope you have a great day."

As you could tell, I'm not a normal 'just out of high school' kid. I'm far too calm for that. I always knew I was different. I never thought I was better, just... different. I knew ever since I went to preschool, where everyone seemed a little jokey to me. I was more mature, more calm, and especially more logical than everyone my age, although at the time, I didn't think much of it. My family was too poor to get me checked for mental or personality disorders, and such things could make me unqualified for things, like say the military. I didn't want to deal with the hassle. However, today, I thought of something.

'Isn't this dangerous?' A lot of people don't know who they are, or what they are capable of. it could be caused by fear of what they could be or fear that they couldn't be what they want to be. I realized, in the end, fear is the stopping factor of many things.

Like life for instance. People kill themselves because they fear what they have done, they fear what they will do, and they fear what others could do to them. There have been a lot of suicides on the news lately, is that why they killed themselves?

The next thing I realized is, I didn't care. This frightened me, although slightly. Why don't I care they died? I pushed it out of the way, because those were dangerous thoughts.

The final thing I realized is

'Fuck, I'm on the road in the middle of the night and nobody can see me.'

I was far too careless and lost in thought. I quickly got back on the road, just as a truck came blazing past.

"Thank god, I almost fell for a cliché," I thought aloud, but apparently fate had other plans, as the wall on the side of the road collapsed.

"Fuck."

… See? Calm even in the end.

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'Where am I?' I tried to speak, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, no sound would come out.

"In between realms, in a realm that once was a glorious empire, now a fallen city."

'You can hear me?'

"Yes, of course. If I didn't have a way to hear you, I wouldn't have brought you here."

'Then who are you?'

"You aren't qualified to know that, little soul. But you may call me God."

Of course. I clearly died after all. Although, my question isn't why I died, or even about my family.

I just wanted to know what purpose I was to serve.

Why would a god simply bring a random soul out of whatever bullshit is the afterlife? It's obviously not to spare me from such a horrid death. There are far worse ways to die. I definitely don't think it's from some sort of benevolence of his, because so many others are in that afterlife.

He laughed, catching me off guard.

"See, this is why I wanted a psychopath, they are strangely logical."

So many things suddenly made sense. Why I was different, why I didn't care, but right now, I had to focus on the most important thing. He can even hear things I don't mean for him. but of course, I pushed that to the side, hoping he doesn't notice all of my realizations.

He sighed. "No, you aren't insane. The fact that all psychopaths are insane is a stereotype created by humans, because they don't like the lack of empathy that psychopaths show. Being a psychopath is actually a personality disorder, not a mental disorder."

That calmed me a little, but of course, none of this was shown on my face. I decided to get back on track.

'So why am I here, oh Great One?'

"Drop the honorifics and titles, I know what you are really thinking anyway. But you are right to get me back on track."

I was slightly surprised. God doesn't mind being told what to do by mere humans?

"You are obviously dead. No brainer, right? So I have a plan for you. I'm not even going to beat around the bush here, so you are going to be my entertainment for the next few decades."

Yep, thought so.

'Go on' I replied, since its pretty obvious I don't have much of a choice.

"Another world is currently trying to summon you and a multitude of other 'heros' to save their world from a demon king. pretty standard stuff, right? but here's the twist, unlike every demon king subjugation novel on the fucking planet, there are more races than just humans and demons!"

This God is way too fucking relaxed about this.

"I am way too excited to be relaxed, thank you very much,"

... Right, I almost forgot. Mind reading.

"More like soul reading, but lets get back to the process here. You get a system. Whoop-de-doo, so interesting. Actually, lets change up this system so it is more interesting. I can't have some boring story now,"

What are you, a fucking author?

"Maybe, maybe not, you probably shouldn't be judging the person who's in control of both your life and death,"

I stayed silent after that. Although, it turns out, I didn't need to say anything else, as the God just did his own thing, programming the system, at least that's what I think he's doing, what else could he be doing?

"There we go! Now all we have to do is send you off!"

'Hold on! This is a bit sudden!'

And of course, there just had to be the heart stopping pain of my body being reconstructed and teleported.

At least I didn't have a heart yet, otherwise it would have stopped. At least I didn't have a mouth yet, otherwise, all you would hear would be screams. At least I didn't have empathy, or I would have to feel this multiple times listening to the other heros.

But I did have my mind, but of course, not for long.

I screamed, but I couldn't.

Yet it was all I heard.

Constant screaming.

I stopped feeling it after a while. Don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but I personally think it's pretty good. Should probably let go of my previous notions of sanity. It IS a new world after all?

Right?