Death Made Me Into A SSS+ Godslayer

Alternate Title: Stray: Beyond The Pale Gates



Katsunori’s life was defined by distance—emotional, social, even spatial. A quiet, talented kid with too many ghosts in his house and not enough room in his chest to name them all. He didn’t want to be special. Just seen. Just remembered by someone who wouldn’t leave.



But the world moved on without him. The people closest faded first—his father, his best friend, even the girl who used to squeeze his hand without asking. He became background noise in his own life.



And then came the alley. The flickering light. The copy of his face waiting at the end of it.



The last thing he felt was the ground tilting. Not falling—just… folding.



When he woke, his name was gone. His body wasn’t his. And the world didn’t want him.



They called him Stray.



He was not summoned. Not chosen. Just dropped—into a world built on forgetting, where memory itself could kill, and the only person who didn’t flinch was a girl named Morana who spoke like death but watched like a mirror.



WHAT TO EXPECT:



A protagonist who survives by remembering what should have broken him.



Memory as magic. Memory as weapon. Memory as identity.



Monsters born from thought. Worlds stitched from emotion.



Slow-burn tension, cosmic scars, and grief that bites back.



Psychological warfare, emotional anchors, and a scythe forged from love and pain.



The long walk toward a name. And the harder truth of earning it.