Not Normal Tea Party

What does it feel like to be swallowed by darkness?

It hurts, as if you were being corroded.

You can't feel that you're alive.

He made a contract with something called the [Holy Grail], something that seemed filled to the brim with black mud.

It asked him to collect malice points, and in return, it would give him whatever he wanted.

Like a new body, for example.

He smiled and replied, "Sure."

It never said whose malice he had to collect. He could just pour some of his own black mud into it, couldn't he?

And so the boy began wandering among humanity under all kinds of identities.

[A detective respected throughout the underworld, hailed as a modern-day Moriarty]

[A regular detective agency employee who seems made of black mud, and his younger sister with a supernatural ability]

[The great commander of the Decay of the Angel, a former math teacher who frequently skips work]

[The great boss who rejected the Three Factions' plan, stood with the righteous side, and became the head of the Port Mafia]

[A gravity manipulator with no emotions, as lifeless as a walking corpse, skilled in both literary and martial arts, and obsessed with his older brother]

[A tenth-generation boss who isn't exactly righteous, refuses to save the world, and instead leads a rebellion]

And so on.

So...

"Are you ready?"

Please note:

1. This can be read as a series of independent short stories. Apart from the protagonist, no one will remember anything between the two worlds.

2. This is for pouring out black mud. If that's not for you, please leave.

3. Feel free to share your ideas w

Theme: Black mud