Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 185: Childish Concepts In Emptiness

Somewhere beyond existence, where even the concept of "where" did not exist, two voices clashed in the abyss. There was no light, no dark, no up or down—just an expanse so empty that emptiness itself had given up trying to exist. Just the raw absence of everything.

And yet, two voices shattered the silence like a cosmic argument that had been going on since the first breath was ever drawn—two ancient forces bickered like children in the backseat of a car on an endless road trip.

"You wouldn’t even exist without me," Life declared, voice ringing with warmth, with the energy of a heartbeat, with the crackling of fire and the hum of growing roots. "I am the first inhale, the rush of blood in a newborn’s veins, the electric thrill of survival. I am the lover’s first kiss, the poet’s inspiration, the roar of the ocean and the laughter of the stars. Every dream, every triumph, every damn thing worth remembering? That’s me, bitch.

"People write songs about me, they chase me, they celebrate me! What do you have, huh? A fucking tombstone? A sad little eulogy?"

Death scoffed, slow and amused but unimpressed, like an old wolf stretching in the cold. "Cute speech. But let’s be real—without me, you’d be nothing but an endless, bloated mess of unfinished business. I am the full stop to your run-on sentence. The weight that gives meaning to every fleeting moment. The reason kings weep and warriors charge into battle. I am silence after the last note of a song, the relief of a final breath, the art in knowing when to fucking let go.

"If you stretched on forever, you’d be worthless. What’s a sunrise if it never sets? What’s a moment if it lasts forever? Boring as shit, that’s what. I give you urgency. I give you meaning."

"Oh, shut up," Life snapped. "You’re just a side effect. An afterthought. A parasite feeding off my work. I build, I create, I push things forward. You? You just wait around like some lazy bastard, taking credit when things end."

Death chuckled. "You talk a lot for someone who loses every damn time. The second you make something, I’m already counting down until I take it back. What’s more powerful? The artist or the eraser?"

"A masterpiece lives forever."

"Until it crumbles."

"Memories are eternal."

"Until they fade."

"Oh, fuck off with the poetic bullshit," Life groaned. "People fight for me. They love me, they cling to me, they build empires just to make me better. What do they do with you? Fear. Grieve. Dread. You’re literally the bad ending everyone tries to avoid."

"Right, because avoiding me always works out so well," Death snorted. "Let’s be real—every single thing you create? I take. Every building crumbles. Every song fades. Every empire? Dust. And the best part? No matter how much they run, they all end up in my arms—a warm peaceful embrace, they never think they need until the very last moment."

Life bristled. "That’s your flex? That you’re the inevitable last stop? What kind of lazy-ass purpose is that?"

"Oh, I dunno," Death drawled. "Maybe the kind that keeps the universe from being a cluttered mess of overgrown forests, overpopulated cities, and bodies that refuse to rot. You ever seen a world where you go unchecked? It’s a fucking nightmare. Things have to end, Life. Otherwise, your precious ’beauty’ turns into a suffocating mess."

Life rolled their metaphorical eyes. "And yet, you’re the villain. People fight against you. They beg me to stay. No one wants you."

"Oh, yeah? And when they’re tired? When they’re in pain? When they’ve had enough of your relentless, exhausting bullshit? They call me. They whisper my name like a prayer. I’m not just the end—I’m mercy. I’m peace."

Life snarled. "You act like you’re so important, but you’re just the absence of me. You don’t do shit except end things. I spark love—you snuff it out. I create legends—you bury them. I give people purpose, and you’re just a rude little bastard who says, ’Time’s up.’"

Death hummed, thoughtful. "And yet, people fear me more than they love you."

Life faltered, and Death smirked. "See, I’m not just the end. I’m the reason they run faster, love harder, fight longer. Without me, there’s no urgency, no passion, no fire in their bones. Without me, they take you for granted."

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Life crossed its arms. "Without me, you wouldn’t have anything to take."

"And without me, you wouldn’t be a miracle."

For the first time, silence settled between them. Not the heavy, suffocating silence of Death, nor the restless, vibrating hush of Life—but something else. A pause. A thought.

Life broke the silence with a scoff. "You’re just the absence of me. A void."

"And yet," Death said smoothly, "here we are. You and me, still arguing, still tied together. You can’t exist without me."

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The void settled, like the universe itself was considering their words.

Then, a sigh. A third voice. Older. Wiser. Exhausted. Exasperated!

"Will you two ever shut up? Every damn time, all you do is argue!"

Life and Death were on the verge of shouting again, but they stopped, looking up at them. Third. The one who had always been there. Watching. Guiding. But mostly just sighing, like they couldn’t believe they was still stuck with these two.

"You two," they muttered, exasperation heavy in their voice. "Why are you even arguing? You’re just two sides of the same damn coin."

Life blinked, squinting in the dark, silent expanse. "What do you mean, ’two sides of the same coin?’ We’re not the same, though. I’m the reason things keep going, the heartbeat, the pulse. Without me, there’s no nothing—you get that?"

Death leaned back, a grin pulling at the edge of his lips. "And I’m the one who takes it all back. You can’t have a rise without a fall, sweetheart. I give the final word. The last breath. Without me, it’s just... endless chatter and chaos." Third sighed.

Can they even ever listen to her for more than two—yeah, time was meaningless here, it could be eternity or even an instant.