Death Note: Echoes of the New World

Reborn on the evening he found the notebook, Light Yagami clutched its black cover and smiled.

The mistakes of his past life, L’s probing, everyone’s weaknesses: they were all in the palm of his hand. This time, he wasn’t setting up a game of chess. He was laying out fate itself. With precise writing and elegant manipulation, he wielded his pen like a god, playing the entire police force and the world as if they were in the palm of his hand.

L appeared right on schedule, yet stepped into his traps one by one. Near was still growing up, unaware that every move he made followed a model designed by “Kira.”

Victory seemed all but certain.

Until, on that fateful rainy night, L said through the screen, in a weary yet certain voice that Light had never heard in his previous life:

“Light, you know what your biggest flaw is? You’re too ‘right.’ So right that... you’re exactly like the one in the ‘prophecy.’”

For the first time, Light Yagami’s smile froze.

It turned out he might not be the only one who had been reborn