Chapter 1: YOU ARE WELCOME

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"After that... they fucked."

"The End by A.I.M."

Click.

Amon hit PUBLISH with a satisfying snap of his mouse, then let out a long sigh. "... Finally"

800 chapters. No lore, all filler. Trash MC. Unreasonable betrayals. A dragon with PTSD. A horny male vampire who hated women. A woman who hated women. Another woman who hated women...

"Sweet. The kind of trash he asked for."

Leaning back, Amon closed his eyes, a wide smile spreading across his face. Screw it. He was done getting slapped with insults, harsh comments, and reviews that had nearly given him a stroke. From the very beginning, he'd been forced to write this damn novel.

Yup, forced.

But not by a system. Not by promises or passion. Not by anything you'd find in fiction.

Nah, something way worse. A damn legal contract.

"La, la, lalala~ I'm a free man~"

Amon lilted as he got up and strolled into the kitchen, ready to reward himself with a drink. On the way, he casually shot a message to the 'contract bastard'.

[Amon: I just finished the novel. Exactly how you wanted it.]

A few minutes passed. Then the notification came.

[Nahil: …OH YEEAAAHH BRO this novel is peak. i luv it sm. best story everrr but hmm maybe the ending?? feels… idk… missing something?]

[Nahil: Anyway, I think you can start writing side chapters for the story. Like, have the MC go back to the past for no reason and just start the whole novel over again.]

Amon stared at the screen, his face twisted in disgust. "…I feel exhausted just replying to this idiot. Actually, I don't even hate him anymore, just pure disgust."

Amon sighed and started typing.

[Amon: Nothing's missing unless you count common sense. Contract is fulfilled, I'm out.]

Then, not wanting to piss off that idiot—after all, this rich guy could easily pay people to make Amon's life hell—he added:

[And the main character already achieved his goal — and after the goal comes the hole. Ain't I right?]

[Nahil: Oof, how could I be so blind? Yeah I didn't notice… it was a lore.]

"Lore my ass," Amon muttered.

[Nahil: Brooo, you have to write another novel! I've got some wild ideas to throw in. It's not like you've got anything better to do anyway.]

"..."

Amon shut his phone off and tossed it aside.

He had no intention of replying to that clown again. As far as he was concerned, the novel was finished, and so was their contract.

...Or so he thought.

Because that contact between him and Nahil wasn't the end, it was the spark. The beginning of something far larger, something that would eventually shape an entire universe.

Looking back, you could say Amon was the luckiest man on Earth at that exact moment... even if he didn't know it yet.

Clearly, everything started with that contract. So to make a long story short: the contract bastard—aka Nahil—read Amon's very first chapter, got obsessed, hired a lawyer, and somehow tricked him into a sponsorship deal.

The contract was simple: {write 1.7 million words, all according to Nahil's dumbass requirements. At least one 2,000-word chapter per day. And no quitting—the novel had to be finished.}

Amon, dazzled by the money, agreed on the spot. The pay was insane.

Then came the problem… Nahil's taste in stories was absolute trash. All he wanted was smut—as if that were the plot.

And just like that, the contract bastard used his wealth to play author by proxy. Every time Amon tried to write something decent, Nahil would yank the wheel. Like a smut fanfic reader who only came to fap and couldn't care less about worldbuilding, waving the legal contract like he was some goddamn script editor.

It was soul-crushing. But it paid disgustingly well.

Still… Amon hated writing now. He hated stories. He hated being an author.

...

"I'm a star~ I'm a star~ But there is no sky~"

Amon danced around the kitchen like a man just out of prison while preparing his favorite drink.

Iced coffee with a scoop of ice cream. A drink worthy of freedom.

But as he stirred the cold mixture together, that familiar, weird feeling crept in again.

"What's the meaning of my life?"

He tasted his coffee and blinked.

Still bitter. Still cold. Still good.

But something was off.

He looked at the reflection in his mug and frowned, "I'm about to hit thirty… and I haven't achieved shit."

"Whose fault is that?"

The silence was so thick that even an anime OST would've stopped.

"Meow."

Finally, a sound interrupted his thoughts—

"Oh?" Amon smiled at his cat, who was sitting nearby with one paw raised like a noble demanding tribute. "It seems Mr. Tom is hungry."

"Here you go. Tuna today, your favorite." He said, setting the food down in Tom's red plate.

The cat promptly walked to the window and raised its paw again.

"So... You want it by the window."

Amon moved the plate, then opened the window and stared out at the view, thinking about his odd name again.

Amon Isfeto Maaty — that was his name.

He'd asked his father about the weird name more times than he could count. The answers always fell into two categories:

The short version: "Because I can."

And the long version: "I had the right to name you when you were born. It's not like you could speak up and name yourself, could you?"

That would always be followed —inevitably— by a dramatic poem about how wonderful it is to be different from the others. But let's be real, the man just wanted an excuse to recite poetry.

Amon smiled bitterly at the memory of his father bragging and reciting poems every chance he got. He really missed him.

His dad was all he had left. His mother had died giving birth to him, and he had no siblings. So it was always just the two of them.

Amon slowly turned away from the window as a strange feeling hit him, one we all know too well— Madam Anxiety.

Maybe finishing the novel had unplugged some cable that used to shut it off. Something that used to keep the pressure buried.

He was feeling what everyone over 25 feels at some point: 'the fear of what comes next.'

What would his future look like? When would he get married? Would he ever be financially free? Why was he alive? Just to eat and shit?

"Maybe I should go out."

He glanced at his phone.

"Weren't the guys supposed to meet today?"

He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and headed for the door.

Then he paused.

There —scribbled on the wall beside the door— were lines written in black marker. It was his father's handwriting. One of his poems.

His dad always used to say things like: Difference isn't something to fix, it's something to protect. Every person is born free, no matter their color, language, or place. The world only becomes hell when people forget that.

"…Dreamer. The world was hell from the beginning."

Amon sighed, then read what was written.

'The difference is a gift,
The difference is life,
The difference is to thrive.'

'White or black, be who you are,
Not who they are!'

'Live free, child of Adam—this earth belongs to all.'

Silence followed the last line like a closing curtain.

"Well... he did have a way with words."

Amon let out a dry laugh, opened the door, and stepped outside.

— — —

Walking down the road to the nearby café where he and his friends had agreed to meet, Amon found himself deep in thought.

"How do I fix my life? Or... how do I even get one to begin with?"

He felt completely lost. No purpose. Just drifting from one day to the next, living for the sake of it.

"Sigh… where's Truck-kun when you need him? And no bored god handing out cheat systems? Seriously? What's a guy gotta do to get reincarnated these days?"

[Congratulations! You have been granted the S.Y.S.T.E.M.]

Amon froze mid-step. "Did reading all those webnovels finally fry my brain?"

"A system? Seriously? I just said 'give me a cheat.' and—bam! Granted!"

"…I really need to get more sleep."

Amon turned around. Thankfully, he'd only walked about three steps from his door.

But just as he entered his house—

[…Admin Starter Pack is ready.]

↳ Life Reward: Can be claimed(❗)

↳ Random Cheat: (Locked) — Unlocks upon becoming Admin of the Void.

↳ Evolving Bloodline Reward: (Locked) — Conditions unknown.

↳ Bonus Reward: (Locked) — Conditions unknown.

[...Detected: Host does not believe in the S.Y.S.T.E.M.]

Amon blinked at the floating blue screen.

[Adjusting Life Reward to increase Host belief in the existence of S.Y.S.T.E.M.]

[...]

[You can now understand all animals for 10 minutes.]

Amon stood still for a full minute, but nothing happened.

"…Guess it's not real after a—"

He was then cut off by strange voices coming from inside his room.

『"Huh?"』

『"Who is this that won't let us get married in his room?"』

『"How many times do I have to tell you? He's my servant."』

『"From the moment I opened my eyes, my mom pointed at him and said, 'This is the servant I got for you. He'll take care of everything you want in your seven lives.'"』

Amon froze. He was sure that male-sounding voice came from his room.

"What the hell? Someone wants to get married in MY room?"

He rushed inside, but found no body.

「"Grrr… I love you so much… But I have to confess something."」

「"Honestly—I got fucked again by some... this month."」

『"Huh? Some? How many?"』

「"Uhh… I... didn't count."」

『"Dammit, those horny bastards… Please don't blame yourself, my queen."』

As the bizarre dialogue continued, Amon looked around, trying to find the source—but there wasn't even anyone hiding.

Then, he finally spotted two small shapes shifting behind the blue curtain by the window.

With one swift motion, he pulled it aside—and there they were.

Tom, his cat, cuddling with a fluffy white cat.

"…WTF?"

Then it hit him. The system's reward: Understanding all animals for 10 minutes.

"So… all those voices… were from the cats?"

"No wait… I'm that servant?"

He looked at Tom, dumbfounded.

『"Damn it! How can you just barge in like that?! I've never seen a human this rude in all my seven lives."』

『"Go now, my queen. I'll see you another time."』

The fluffy white cat leapt onto the windowsill, preparing to leave.

『"Uh… try not to get fucked by other cats again, okay?"』

Then Tom turned to Amon, clearly pissed.

『"You damn servant. I used my favorite tuna to get her, and just as I was about to enjoy my time… bam, you ruined everything. I lost both the tuna and the woman. You're the stupidest servant any cat could have. I've never seen a dumber human in all my seven lives."』

Tom, calming down a bit, raised a paw—just like he always did.

『"Go prepare my second breakfast. NOW."』

"..."

"…So that's what my cat thinks of me, huh? Is it just my cat, or are all cats like that?"

"Damn… I should've gotten a puppy instead."

"Buuut hehe~"

Amon, now fully hyped, grinned wide. There was no doubt—his system was real.

"System, system! What do you do? Are you gonna make me the richest guy in the world? Open a gate to another world? Oh, oh—can it be Food Wars!? I gave up writing, so maybe food is my true path. Umm... I love eating, after all, so that's definitely a sign?"

"Hey, Sys? Gonna give me some OP cheats?"

He plopped onto his bed, grinning like a kid discovering Cartoon Network for the first time.

[The S.Y.S.T.E.M. will automatically grant the Host the Admin Role after linking to the Void.]

"… And how exactly do I link to the Void?"

[After the Host dies, of course.]

"…Huh?"

[The Host has the right to choose how he wants to die: Truck -Lightning bolt - Heart attack - House fire - …..]

Amon stared at the glowing list of 'Choose Your Death' options in silence.

"…Where did it all go wrong?"

"Was it yesterday, when I failed again to get a girlfriend? No… it was probably way earlier than that. Yeah… definitely when I signed that dumb contract with Nahil Vorn."

"Sigh… Is painless death too much to ask now?"

[The Host has selected: Painless Natural Death.]

[Host will die in 3… 2…]

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! Why the hell are you trying to kill me so fast?! That's so Negary!"

"Hey, Sys!" Amon sat up, now suspicious. "You didn't even explain what kind of system you are! What the hell is the Void?! Who even are you?!"

[Supreme Yielding System for Transdimensional Evolution Management — S.Y.S.T.E.M. for short.]

[Congratulations, Host! You've been selected to become the Admin of the Void — a blank universe you can shape, rule, and turn into your personal multiverse playground.]

[Once you arrive in the Void, you'll unlock the ability to crossover into other worlds (anime, movies, etc.). Depending on the target world, fusion may occur under specific conditions. You can merge the entire world with th void, import only parts, or even bring in selected individuals—all governed by a set of system-defined rules.]

[More info on how to use S.Y.S.T.E.M. will be revealed post-link.]

[Recommendation: Today is a good day to die.]

[Strong recommendation: Now is the best time to die.]

Amon rubbed his face. "So let me get this straight… to actually use this system, I have to die? And I get nothing from you, scammy Sys?!"

"Like hell I'd kill myself just to go to whatever you call 'the Void'... haha, pick another idiot, please."

[The Host has already received the Life Reward from the Admin Starter Pack.]

[The Reward was supposed to include peak health, endless money, and a super AI capable of controlling the world's tech. But it was changed.]

"…What the fuck? I was about to hit peak life! Why did you change it?! If you gave me all that, I would've believed you on the spot, you damn system!"

"I was this close to ending World War III!"

[Huh? Amon, bro… the Third World War hasn't even started yet, y'know?]

"I was gonna start it with my super AI, duh…"

"Then end it myself and become a hero… Maybe I'd unify the world while I'm at it too?"

"Wait… your response just now—wasn't that kinda un-machine-y?"

[…]

[The S.Y.S.T.E.M. has its own smart AI too.]

[To clarify the host's complaint: There was a high probability the host would assume his bank account was glitched and that the other rewards in the Life Pack would take too long to claim. So, S.Y.S.T.E.M. selected the most believable and immediate path instead.]

"…I see. A gpt answer, but not a bad one."

Thinking it through for real this time, Amon realized he had nothing holding him back. He could take the risk.

He had no family, no friends close enough to call brothers. The only girl he had ever truly loved, the one he adored so deeply that her death in an accident had once driven him to the edge of suicide—she was gone forever.

Amon had nothing. 

Maybe it was time for a new life. He'd always wanted to live the dream—like those anime protagonists who get a system. And with no family or anything tying him to this world, agreeing to become the Admin and die right now seems not that bad.

"Still, Sys… you see, it's not fair that I lost my life reward just to listen to my cat for ten minutes. I mean, you didn't even gimme "Understanding Animals" as a superpower, just a one-time thing… It feels unfair, and I can't die like this."

[Analyzing…]

[The Host may make one low-level request as a bonus if he chooses to die and become an Admin right now.]

"Low-level, huh?" Amon understood the system wanted something simple. Well, it's not like he was about to ask for the Superman template or anything.

"Ahem… I want ice powers like Esdeath."

[Denied. No superpowers can be granted. Here is the list the host can use his request for: …]

Amon scanned the list and frowned. Cash, health, and other boring perks that only worked on Earth. And… what the hell was this? Get your first girlfriend? As if he needed help with that.

"It seems there's only one way to use this request and benefit all humanity. "

Amon stood, walked over to the window, and opened it. He gazed at the sky with a dreamy, almost heroic look on his face.

"Otakus in every corner of the world…"

"YOU ARE WELCOME!" he shouted with passion; there was even a single tear rolling down his cheek.

He then stated his request to the system.

[Analyzing… request falls under health category. Waiting for the host to specify the person.]

"Yoshihiro Togashi."

[…Done.]

"I wish I could see what comes next… but alas, that's the fate of every hero," Amon murmured, letting out a long, weary sigh. 

"Well, it's time to wrap things up."

He walked to his PC, calmly deleted his browser history, and started writing his will.

{...I, Amon Isfeto Maaty, declare that I am of sound mind while writing this will. All my money goes to the orphan shelter. They've got nothing, and this world never gave them a damn thing to begin with. I didn't commit suicide—but I feel like my life is about to end. And no, I'm not crazy. Want proof? Togashi-sensei will be cured and finish the greatest manga and anime ever.}

Then he picked up Tom and walked to the front door.

"Time to find yourself a new servant, Your Highness."

He tossed the cat outside and closed the door.

Tom hissed from outside, but the ten-minute ability to understand animals had already worn off. Amon was back to hearing regular cat noises.

...

After wrapping up the rest of his stuff, Amon sat down, thoughtful.

"One last letter…"

"Damn it… I'm going to die without knowing how One Piece ends."

"I just hope it's not some crap like the real treasure was the journey or the power of friendship."

Next, Amon grabbed his pen and poured every ounce of imagination into the most creative insult letter ever crafted by man—dedicated to Eiichiro Oda. He placed it on the desk.

"My will and this letter better go viral. That bastard better read it."

With everything done, Amon closed his eyes. "Alright. I'm ready. Painlessly please, sys-san."

[The Host: Amon Isfeto Maaty has confirmed selection: Painless Natural Death.]

[Beginning… 3… 2… 1…]

[Congratulations. You are dead.]

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Coreal / Note:

Yo~ First off, I've got high hopes for this story, I enjoy writing it, and I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it too. I have a lot of ideas for it, and to ensure it will be perfect for the start, I drafted possible endings for some crossovers, even One Piece. 

But just possible so pls feel free to share any ideas you'd like to see in the future (what animes, canon-changes, etc)! And don't judge the story too quickly—there are things I've left unknown on purpose for later, or that I might cover in side chapters. 

Lastly, about the AI (as it's everywhere now): I only use it to check grammar. But still the grammar changes itself are mine, since sometimes the AI still gets it wrong—or rather, not the way I intended so you can rest assured of that point