Silence.
Not the peaceful kind that tucks the world to sleep.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwDP7gLZ41E
But a crushing silence, like drowning in stillness. Like existence itself was holding its breath.
L opened his eyes.
The ceiling above him was white. Sterile. Too quiet. A single bulb flickered. The ticking of a clock stabbed through the air. Somewhere, far off, he thought he heard the beating of his own heart—faint, unfamiliar.
He sat up.
The air was thin. The light too sharp. Everything felt… wrong.
He stood on trembling legs and stumbled toward a mirror. The face staring back was his—but not. The same hollow eyes. Same tangled black hair. Same pale skin, hunched posture. But something deeper had shifted. The eyes didn’t question. They watched.
He wasn’t in his world anymore.
And he wasn’t the L he remembered.
His gaze dropped to the desk behind him.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOBAE00CrB
A black notebook lay neatly in the center, like it had been waiting.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaeKoE9Vtu
Death Note.
With hesitant fingers, he picked it up. The cover felt warm—like a heart still beating. He opened to the first page.
“The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die.”
Beneath that, names. Hundreds of them. Written in the same neat script he had used for case notes. But these weren’t notes. They were death sentences. Judges. Journalists. Thieves. Children. Even innocent names.
He froze.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgeLfGF03S
Watari.
“No… no, I would never—”
His voice cracked, but the truth screamed louder than his denial.
He had already done it.
“I’m… Kira?”
A sick chill rolled through him. But before he could understand more, a voice rasped behind him.
“Welcome back.”
He spun around.
Floating midair, like a nightmare dressed in bones, was a Shinigami. A creature from the dead world. Its crooked wings folded lazily. Yellow eyes glowed like poison stars.
“Took you long enough,” it grinned. “You died in your world. But here… you’ve been very, very busy.”
“This is a parallel world?” L whispered.
The Shinigami nodded.
“A version where you got the notebook first. No Light Yagami. No chase. No battle of minds. Just you… and power.”
L backed away, as if space could protect him from fate.
“You chose this path,” the Shinigami said with a lazy flap of wings. “You believed only fear could build justice. You wrote your first name without hesitation.”
L’s mind raced, but his chest ached.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDqeSmIV8L
This version of him hadn’t fallen.
He had jumped.
Days passed, blurred by the weight of horror and discovery.
L explored the world. Watched the news. Studied himself from the outside.
The name Kira echoed everywhere. A god. A savior. A tyrant.
People wore his insignia like religion. Others marched in defiance. The world was split, afraid, and burning slowly.
He traced the web of the cult he had built—The New Light—a global movement of fanatics who worshipped him, ready to kill on command.
But he had no memory of building it.
And yet… the logic behind it made sense. Every death was surgically planned. Every pattern designed to mislead. It was him. His brilliance. His calculation.
It was L… without mercy.
He sat alone in a dark room—once his command center, now a prison of reflection. The Death Note lay before him, pulsing like a heart. He stared at the pages filled with names, some crossed out, others marked for future elimination.
Then, deep within the book, something stranger appeared.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWu8BfxoP1
A note. Written by himself.
“If I ever forget who I truly am… let my death be the proof of my failure.”
His own words. But not from his soul.
From a version of him that believed justice was a blade, not a balance.
He closed the notebook. His hands were shaking now.
He had always chased Kira.
But now, he was Kira.
And something inside him was screaming to be saved.
The Shinigami hovered in the shadows, watching.
“So… what now?” it asked. “Will you burn this world again, or try to rewrite your sins?”
L didn’t respond.
Because for the first time since waking in this cursed world,20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxAO4Xt5G94
he understood the real question wasn’t about saving others.
It was about saving himself.
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