The Grey Void The rain in Tokyo felt like needles against my skin. I was thirty-four, homeless, and empty. My parents’ funeral had passed without me; instead of mourning, I had been arguing with my siblings until they finally threw me out. As I wandered the streets, my stomach cramped with hunger. What a waste, I thought. A life spent behind a screen, hiding from a world that didn't want me. Then, I saw them—three teenagers laughing, oblivious to the truck veering wildly toward them. My legs moved before my brain could protest. It wasn't bravery; it was a desperate wish for my end to mean something. I shoved the girl in the back, felt a bone-shattering impact, and then... silence. A New Construction I expected hell. Instead, I felt warmth. I opened my eyes to a room lit by flickering mana-lamps. A man with a broadsword at his hip was weeping tears of joy, and a woman with radiant, tired eyes held me close. "Look, Zenith," the man whispered. "His eyes... they’re so focused." "His na