Death Note: The God of this new world

Chapter 1: The Turn of Events

The final confrontation was at hand. Light Yagami, the self-proclaimed God of the new world, stood at the entrance of the decrepit warehouse, his heart pounding in his chest. Today was the day he would face Near, the successor to L, the only detective who had come close to discovering his secret.

As he stepped inside the warehouse, the dim, flickering lights revealed Near, the young, pale detective, sitting cross-legged surrounded by his team. Near's blank gaze was fixated on a dummy holding the Death Note.

Light's fingers brushed against the cold metal of the gun hidden in his jacket. He had brought it as a last resort. He knew he was walking into a trap, but he had his own trump card this time.

"Near," Light called, his voice echoing in his mind, "This is the end."

Near didn't move. He simply said, "I've been waiting, Kira."

As the confrontation began, Near laid out his theory, accusing Light of being Kira. Light, as expected, denied the allegations, keeping his calm. He needed to play along until the right moment.

Mikami, Light's devout follower, then made his move, writing the names of everyone present in the Death Note, apart from Light. He was certain that Light would emerge victorious, a belief that was about to be shattered.

Near smirked, confident that he had won. He revealed that they had replaced the pages of the Death Note with fake ones, rendering Mikami's actions futile. He believed he had outsmarted Light, rendering his Death Note ineffective.

Light's heart pounded. This was the moment he had been waiting for. His hand slipped into his jacket, fingers curling around the gun's grip. As Near revealed his plan, smirking at his supposed victory, Light pulled out the gun.

"And yet, Near," Light said, aiming at the young detective, "You overlooked one thing. I don't need the Death Note to kill."

The room erupted into chaos. Near's team reached for their weapons, but it was too late. Light pulled the trigger, the loud bang echoing in the warehouse. Near fell, a stunned expression on his face.

Light turned the gun on the rest of the team. One by one, they fell, their attempts to stop him ending in vain.

With Near and his team eliminated, Light stood alone in the warehouse, the deafening silence echoing his victory. He looked down at the fallen detective, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Checkmate," Light whispered, picking up the Death Note that lay next to Near's lifeless body.

And so, Light Yagami, Kira, emerged victorious. The world was his, and there was no one left to stop him. He had become the God of the new world, just as he had always intended.

Six months had passed since the warehouse confrontation. The world had changed dramatically under Kira's rule. Crime rates had plummeted to an all-time low, and a new sense of order was imposed. Light Yagami, the man behind it all, sat in his office, looking out over the city that had fallen under his control.

Ryuk, the Shinigami who had started this all, watched from the corner, an apple in his hand. "You've done well, Light," he drawled, "But remember, even Gods have a lifespan."

Light turned to face him, a knowing smirk on his face. "I wouldn't be so sure, Ryuk."

Reaching into his drawer, Light pulled out the Death Note. His fingers traced over the worn-out pages, filled with names of those he had deemed unworthy. Then, he flipped to a blank page and picked up his pen.

"Ryuk," Light began, his voice steady and confident, "I've studied the rules of the Death Note. There's nothing stated about the user's lifespan. That means there's a possibility I can alter mine."

Ryuk's eyes widened in surprise. "That's...impossible, Light."

Light ignored him, his eyes focused on the blank page in front of him. He took a deep breath, then began to write. 'Light Yagami. Lives for a thousand years from this day onwards.'

He set the pen down, looking up at Ryuk with a triumphant smile. "There. It's done."

Ryuk stared at Light, then at the Death Note. He laughed, shaking his head. "You're a piece of work, Light. Let's see if it works."

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Light waited, but he didn't age. He didn't get sick. He felt stronger, more powerful. His mind was sharper than ever, and his control over the world was unchallenged.

Six months later, Light stood in front of a mirror, studying his reflection. He looked the same as he had when he wrote his name in the Death Note. Ryuk floated behind him, staring at his reflection with wide eyes.

"You...you really did it, Light," Ryuk murmured. "You've defied the very nature of the Death Note."

Light's reflection smirked. "I told you, Ryuk. I'm not just a user of the Death Note. I'm its master. I am the God of this new world."

Ryuk looked at Light, then down at the Death Note. "A human who has extended his lifespan with the Death Note," he muttered. "This will send ripples through the Shinigami realm. You've broken the rules, Light."

Light's smirk widened. "Then let them come, Ryuk. I'll be waiting."

And so, Light Yagami, the God of the new world, continued his reign. His rule was absolute, his power unmatched. He had defied the rules of the Death Note and extended his life. He was no longer just a man. He was a God, and his reign was just beginning.