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Matsuda fires.

Light’s head snaps toward him. "Matsuda… you…"

Near tilts his head. "A world without criminals? A world ruled by fear, where anyone who disagrees with you dies of a heart attack?"

He pulls out his own Death Note—the one he dropped into the human world five years ago. He opens it. Light’s eyes widen in horror. death note manga book

He reaches into his coat. But his fingers close around nothing. His eyes widen. He pats his chest, his sides. The notebook is gone.

But Near does not flinch. Instead, he lets out a soft, almost sad sigh. "Mikami, do you really believe that notebook is real?"

Light laughs—a dry, controlled sound. "L is dead. I killed him with my own hand, through my servant Rem. And you? You’re just a pale imitation. A ghost playing detective." He looks at his watch. "Any moment now, Teru Mikami will arrive with the real Death Note. He will write all your names. And then… it’s over." Matsuda fires

Near watches him without pity. "There are no gods here, Light Yagami. Only men. And men must answer for their sins."

Mikami stammers, his devotion turning to horror. "I… I did. The names… they died. The news confirmed it."

"The notebook you hold," Near continues, rising to his feet for the first time. "I had my agents—the SPK and the members of the Japanese Task Force you thought were loyal—replace every single page. Three weeks ago. We used a perfect replica. The ink, the handwriting, the names. All forged. Mikami has been writing in a fake Death Note for the last fourteen days. He has killed no one." "A world without criminals

The bullet tears through Light’s shoulder, sending him sprawling. Blood pools on the grey concrete, mixing with the dust. As Light lies there, bleeding and broken, Ryuk—the Shinigami who started it all—materializes from the shadows.

Ryuk writes one name: Light Yagami.

"A world of peace," Light corrects, his voice hardening. "I am justice. For the last five years, I have been the god of this new world. Wars have stopped. Crime rates have dropped by over seventy percent. Tell me, Near—what have you ever done to save a single life? You hide behind your toys and your task forces. I act."

The silence that follows is absolute.