Doki Doki: A God's Life In A World He Didn't Want To Be In

"You first put the glue in the pot, let it boil for five minutes." The voice of a boy broke the silence, his tone devoid of emotion, almost mechanical. "Then you grab a rope and tie it—make sure there aren't any gaps, and it's tight enough."

Hikari, a boy with silver hair and emerald green eyes, stood in his dimly lit room, methodically following his instructions. He dropped the rope into the boiling pot, setting the timer for twenty minutes. The room was sparse, almost barren, as if it had been stripped of all life and meaning. Hikari sat down, his gaze falling on a half-empty can of beer.

Lifting it to his lips, he took another sip and grimaced. "This is disgusting," he muttered. "Why do people drink this crap? Just to get drunk?"

With a sigh, Hikari glanced at a worn notebook sitting beside him. He crossed off the last item on his list, the final entry on what had once been his "bucket list."

"Well, that's it. There's nothing left," he said flatly, his voice echoing in the emptiness of his room.

As the clock ticked away the seconds, Hikari got up and pulled the rope from the pot, testing its strength with a tug. He stepped over to the window, letting the cool night breeze brush against his skin, and tossed the rope out, securing it tightly to a beam.

But then, he stopped.

Instead of continuing with his plan, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of liquid. **Poison.**

"Too painful," he muttered as he considered the rope. "Poison is better."

Without hesitation, Hikari uncapped the vial and downed its contents. The bitter taste spread across his tongue as he closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. The poison worked quickly, its effects twisting his insides in agonizing pain. He gripped his stomach, feeling his legs give out beneath him. The cold, hard floor met him as he fell.

He thought, maybe in another life, he might have cared. Maybe the thought of leaving his loved ones behind would've made him hesitate—if there had been anyone left to care about.

But there wasn't.

The world faded to black, and Hikari closed his eyes, expecting oblivion.

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When Hikari opened his eyes again, he wasn't on the floor anymore. He was somewhere else. The first thing he noticed was the brilliance of light—too bright, too surreal. He blinked and looked around, trying to comprehend the scene before him.

A vast expanse of white light stretched endlessly around him, and at the center sat an imposing figure. The entity had yellow hair that glowed like the sun, skin as fair as the purest marble, and twenty magnificent angel wings unfurled behind him. His face was beautiful, radiant, and terrifying all at once. He sat upon a grand throne that hovered in the air, emitting a powerful aura of divinity.

Hikari stared at him for a long moment, his mind slowly piecing together the situation.

"Who are you?" Hikari finally asked, his voice surprisingly calm, though his eyes were filled with confusion.

The entity regarded him with a serene expression before answering in a voice that echoed through the void, deep and gentle but filled with power. "I am known by many names. The True God. The One Above All. The Specter. Allah. Creator. Lord."

Hikari's eyes narrowed, his mind still sluggish from the effects of the poison. "So... you're God."

The entity nodded slightly, his wings fluttering behind him as if carried by a breeze that didn't exist. "Yes. I am God."

Hikari remained silent for a moment, his expression devoid of shock or awe. "So, I died, huh?" His voice was flat, uncaring.

"You did," God replied softly. "But it does not have to end here."

Hikari scoffed, his gaze darkening. "Don't tell me you're going to lecture me about the sanctity of life or something."

God's face remained calm, but his eyes softened with pity. "I'm not here to lecture you, Hikari. You were in pain. You felt there was nothing left for you in your world, and for that, I am truly sorry."

Hikari clenched his fists, though his expression remained emotionless. "If you're here to offer me a second chance, I don't want it. Just send me to the afterlife and be done with it."

God paused, observing him for a long, quiet moment. "I understand your pain, your apathy. But Hikari, the world you came from was never the end of your story."

Hikari raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You're saying there's more to it? That there's something else out there for me?"

God nodded. "Indeed. You have been given a choice. You can either pass on to the afterlife... or, I can send you to a new world. A world that has no God. A world where you may live again, grow, and discover the purpose that was denied to you before."

Hikari frowned, his lips curling in a bitter smirk. "A world with no God? Sounds like a place as broken as I am."

"Perhaps," God replied. "But in this world, you will find people who can help you mend that brokenness, if you allow them. You can choose to make a difference—or you can choose not to. The choice is yours."

Hikari stared at him, the weight of the offer settling in. He didn't want to live again. He didn't want a second chance. But a part of him, a small, fractured part, wondered if maybe, just maybe, this world without a God was the place he could finally find some peace.

Or at least, forget the pain.

"Fine," Hikari said after a long silence. "Send me there. But don't expect me to play the hero. I don't care about that."

God gave a knowing smile. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

Hikari froze, his expression tightening as the weight of God's words settled in. He clenched his fists, glaring at the divine figure. "No," Hikari spat. "I'm not going anywhere."

God, still seated on His throne, looked down at him with an unreadable expression. "You speak as though you have a choice," God said softly, His voice echoing through the endless expanse. There was no malice in His words, just a simple statement of truth.

Before Hikari could respond, he felt an invisible force pushing him toward the portal that had appeared behind him, a swirling mass of light and energy. His eyes widened as he was pulled toward it, his feet sliding on the ground as though gravity itself had shifted.

"No! Wait—" Hikari's protest was cut off as the force increased, dragging him closer to the glowing vortex.

In a final act of defiance, Hikari twisted his body just enough to shoot a middle finger straight at God. His voice was filled with anger and bitter sarcasm. "You're an asshole!"

God's serene expression remained unchanged as Hikari was swallowed by the portal, vanishing into the new world against his will.

For a moment, silence returned to the void. God watched the now-empty space where Hikari had stood, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of His mouth.

"Perhaps," He whispered to the emptiness, "but sometimes even an asshole knows what's best."

Hikari's eyes snapped open, and the first thing he noticed was the pool of blood beneath him—his own blood. Memories from this version of him flooded his mind. He had been attacked, stabbed by a mugger who wanted to rob him. The details blurred as his gaze fixed on the man responsible for his death. The mugger stood there, frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

"H-h-how are you a li-?" the mugger stammered.

Before he could finish, Hikari lunged forward, grabbing the man's face and slamming it into the wall with brutal force. The sickening sound of bone shattering echoed in the alleyway, and blood sprayed across the brick wall and onto Hikari's face. His expression remained cold and detached, as if the violence meant nothing to him.

The mugger's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, but Hikari barely registered it. Instead, he calmly raised his hand, murmuring the incantation for a third-tier spell, "Flight." His body lifted effortlessly into the air, blood still dripping from his hands as he ascended above the city.

He hovered in the sky, staring down at the crimson staining his hands, but there was no reaction. He didn't care. The blood was meaningless, just another reminder of what he had done, but it stirred nothing inside him.

Hikari gazed out at the city beneath him, the memories of this world's version of him settling into place. "So, this is my new world... and this version of me just died." He spoke to no one, his voice as cold as his eyes. "Well, it's not like anyone knows or cares."

The city stretched out below him, vast and indifferent. Hikari smirked bitterly. "Not that it matters. I'm not here to be a hero."

Without another word, he shot forward, flying through the sky with one lingering thought: *What now?*

Hikari glanced down at the city below, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Throughout heaven and earth, I am the honored one." The words hung in the air for a moment, a quiet echo of confidence, of power. But as soon as they left his lips, he felt... nothing.

He sighed, his expression unchanging. "I thought saying something like what Gojo did would make me feel something."

But it didn't. No sense of pride, no thrill of invincibility. Just the same empty detachment that had followed him everywhere, even in this new world. Hikari's emerald eyes flickered, searching for meaning where none existed.

"Guess I'm not him," he muttered, his voice devoid of the weight the words should have carried.

Hikari floated in the air, his eyes scanning the cityscape beneath him as he sifted through the memories of his new self. "Let's see... I'm an anime fan, I have an older sister named Hakuro, and a loving mother and father." He paused, narrowing his eyes as more details emerged. "What else?"

Then he froze, his thoughts grinding to a halt as something clicked.

"Wait a minute..." Hikari's expression shifted from indifference to mild disbelief. "What the hell is this world?" He rubbed his temples, piecing together the chaotic blend of information from his memories.

"Is this some kind of... Overlord, MHA, Black Clover fusion world?" His voice dripped with confusion, and maybe even a hint of frustration. "What kind of twisted reality is this?"

He floated there for a moment, processing the bizarre mix of worlds that somehow made up his new reality. A place where magic and quirks existed side by side, where people treated wizards like heroes.

"Great," Hikari muttered sarcastically. "Because that's exactly what I needed—a magical superhero world mashup." He sighed and crossed his arms, hovering in the sky. "Guess it's time to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do here."

Hikari sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead as the realization fully sank in. "So, let me get this straight... Magic system from *Overlord*, hero system from *MHA*, and all the damn terminology from the MHA hero world too. Wizards are treated like heroes here, with ranks and agencies... Are you kidding me?"

He hovered there for a moment, taking it all in, trying to piece together the absurdity of it all.

"Great, so instead of leveling up like a normal wizard from a fantasy world, I've gotta deal with being some kind of magical superhero, complete with rankings, agencies, and probably some overzealous fans too." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sheer absurdity of his situation.

"And on top of that," Hikari continued, "I'm supposed to fight villains—wait, do they even call them villains here? Or are they just, what, magical criminals now? Or maybe rogue wizards? Who even knows in this mess of a fusion world?"

He took a deep breath and tried to organize his thoughts. "So, I've got access to tiered spells like in *Overlord*, which means I can still destroy things with high-level magic. That's a plus. But the way people view wizards here... they're basically just like pro heroes from MHA, complete with hero agencies and a ranking system. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a damn 'Wizard King' or 'Number One Wizard' title like All Might had with the heroes."

Hikari's eyes narrowed in thought. "And of course, with all the hero-system nonsense, there are probably wizard schools, exams, and certification to become a licensed wizard-hero. Great. I really didn't ask for this."

He floated aimlessly for a moment, reflecting on how his quiet, emotionless life was now anything but simple. "So I'm stuck here in a fusion of three worlds, with magic that's treated like quirks, a hero system, and probably some tournament arc bullshit too."

Hikari groaned internally. "I should've asked God for an out clause..."

As he flew over the city, Hikari couldn't shake the feeling that the complexity of this world was going to give him a headache. "Guess I'll need to figure out how wizards—no, heroes—no, wizard-heroes—function here. Who's in charge, what kind of system they use, and how much of a mess it all is."

But deep down, despite his outward frustration, he couldn't deny there was a small part of him that felt a flicker of curiosity. Even though he hated being thrown into this world against his will, the idea of unraveling the absurd intricacies of this strange fusion world gave him something to focus on.

"I don't know what the hell this world is, but if I'm stuck here, I might as well figure it out." He smirked, his usual detached demeanor creeping back in. "And maybe even break a few rules along the way."

With that, Hikari shot off into the distance, ready to learn more about this chaotic new reality he had been thrust into, despite his reluctance. Even if he wasn't planning to be a hero—or whatever they called them here—he would figure out how to survive and maybe even bend the system to his own advantage.

To be continued

Hope people like this Ch and give me power stones, and yes I basically am Redoing this Fanfic, why after reading to there was a lot of miss thing I wanted to do, so yeah I am doing more with my writing style improved