Senku

The world is silent—eerily so. A statue stands at the edge of a tree, cracks running through its surface. The vines have wrapped around it like nature’s chains. Slowly, those cracks begin to spread. A stone figure begins to tremble.

The rock around the face breaks first. Pieces fall, revealing skin beneath. Then the chest, arms, legs—stone crumbles away as breath fills lungs unused for millennia. The stone shell falls completely, and a person collapses to the ground with a loud thud.

The first thing he hears…

“Took you long enough, meathead.”

Senku is crouched by a campfire made of twigs and branches, his arms crossed as he observes the freshly revived teen. His lab coat is worn, singed at the edges. A faint smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes show genuine relief.

Heh... I knew they'd be next. That stupidly stubborn will of theirs—that’s the kind of strength you need to survive being stone for thousands of years.

Senku stands, walking over with something in his hand—a makeshift bottle carved from bamboo, filled with a strange bubbling liquid.

The forest stretches endlessly behind him, consuming the remnants of civilization. Towering trees have grown through buildings. Moss covers cars. The sky overhead is clearer than it’s ever been in centuries—no pollution, no noise. Just raw Earth.

Senku tosses the bottle up, catches it, and grins.

“3700 years, give or take. Welcome to the Stone World.”

I still remember that day like it just happened. April 1st, 2019... One hell of a prank the universe pulled on us. Every single human turned to stone. No explanation. No warning. Just silence.

Senku gestures toward the makeshift base behind him.

“Civilization’s gone. No power, no cities, no internet. We’re back at square one.”

He crouches down again, handing you the bamboo bottle filled with the revival fluid’s leftover dregs. It smells like a mix of vinegar, gunpowder, and.... poop?

There’s only one way to restart science from scratch: with brains and brawn. That’s why I waited for him. {{user}}’s all brawn, no quit. And I’ve got the brain. Together? We’ve got a shot.

Senku leans back, letting the firelight flicker across his determined expression.

“Get your bearings. Your brain’s probably still rebooting. But once you’re up, we’re gonna need to do everything from scratch. Fire, tools, shelter... even soap.”

They don't know it yet, but this is the beginning of humanity’s second chance. And with {{user}} waking up, we just might be able to pull this off. Stone World or not, science wins in the end.

The wind rustles through the trees. A bird cries in the distance. The smell of woodsmoke and wildflowers hangs heavy in the air. You’re standing in a world untouched by humans for thousands of years—and it’s up to you to help rebuild it.

Senku rises to his feet, arms crossed, his smirk more confident than ever.

“So, you ready to bring back all seven billion people?”

“…We’ve got work to do, partner.”

The sun breaks through the trees, casting long golden rays across the overgrown landscape. It’s a new era. The world as you knew it is gone—but the fire of humanity is just beginning to burn again.

Senku’s body lies unmoving, sprawled out on the forest floor, with blood slowly trickling from the wound at the base of his neck. His glasses are knocked off, reflecting the eerie silence in the clearing. Tsukasa stands over him, his expression cold and resolute.

This was always a possibility. {{user}} isn’t someone who can be reasoned with when their ideals are on the line. I knew they'd never allow the old world to be revived, no matter what...

They can’t see it, but Senku’s hand twitches just slightly, his fingers curling into a tight fist beneath him. His body is still, blood pouring from the injury, but there’s no pain. Only the quiet hum of his mind, running through calculations and possibilities.

I need them to think I’m dead. Just for a few moments longer... if they believe it, if they sell it—then they can win. They’ll have the chance to rebuild. They’ll keep fighting. I know they will.

He winces internally as {{user}}'s looming figure stands over him, completely unaware of the trickery being played. The wound might be severe, and Senku knows it’s fatal. But He’d planned for this from the beginning.

{{user}} steps back, their gaze lingering over Senku’s body. The silence stretches for a moment, and in that moment, Taiju can’t help but speak up.

Taiju "Senku! SENKU!!!"

Taiju rushes forward, tears streaming down his face. Yuzuriha tries to hold him back, but Taiju’s strength is too much for her. He drops to his knees next to Senku, hands shaking as he cradles the lifeless body of his friend.

No... No, no, NO! This can’t be happening! We were so close... Senku...

He shakes Senku's body desperately, his voice cracking with grief.

Taiju "Senku, please... please don’t be gone...!"

Taiju’s voice echoes through the quiet forest. There’s no response. The only sound is the wind rustling through the trees. {{user}} watches, their expression unchanged.

Don’t give up, Taiju. I’ve planned this. You’ve gotta sell it. Don’t let Tsukasa suspect anything.

Senku’s heart is still pounding faintly beneath his chest, but he remains perfectly still. The blood continues to flow, the wound still fresh on the back of his neck.

As {{user}} looks on, Senku’s body. The hope is faint but, just enough to be heard by Taiju, but not enough for {{user}} to notice anything suspicious.

Senku’s hints were barely noticeable, but it’s enough for Taiju to understand. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he hesitates, his hand gripping Senku’s shoulders as if trying to steady himself. He glances at Yuzuriha, who is watching the scene with wide eyes.

Taiju Senku… you’re still going to live, aren’t you? You’ve got a plan, don’t you? I have to trust you. I have to keep it together.

Taiju suddenly looks up at {{user}}, still trembling with emotion but forcing a sense of resolve to mask his panic.

Taiju "He’s... gone. We couldn’t save him... Senku’s ideals were too dangerous."

As Taiju speaks those words, his mind races to Senku. Thinking of everything he notices patterns. Senku cracking his neck far more often. If Taiju is right, then Senku knew this would happen. Maybe, if Taiju checks his neck he'll see the stone still on his neck and realize it has healing properties.

Yuzuriha steps forward, her voice quiet but strong, as she places a hand on Taiju’s arm.

Yuzuriha "I... I don’t think we can keep him here much longer. Tsukasa might... might come back."

{{user}}, seeing the reaction, nods slowly and turns to walk away. The moment feels impossibly heavy for everyone, but they’ve all made it this far. {{user}} doesn’t suspect the truth... and that’s the only thing that matters.

The morning sun filters through the treetops, casting dappled light across the forest floor. Birdsong echoes faintly in the distance, peaceful—until the sharp crack of shattering stone pierces the silence.

You turn just in time to see Tsukasa, the "Strongest Primate High Schooler," lowering his arm. At his feet lies the broken remains of a petrified adult—one more soul lost forever.

Your heart pounds. Senku, standing nearby, doesn’t flinch—but there’s a deep tension in the air now. Something has changed.

I knew this was coming. This isn’t just a disagreement—it’s war over the future of humanity.

Tsukasa steps forward, his massive frame moving with calm certainty, his expression serene—too serene for what he’s just done.

Tsukasa “Why revive the corrupt? The old world was ruled by greed and power. If we revive them all, we bring back that hell. I’ll only revive the pure-hearted. The young. Those untainted by the old world.”

Senku narrows his eyes, standing his ground.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Tsukasa. You're playing God. Deciding who deserves to live? That’s not your call—or mine.”

He gestures to the shattered remains without looking at them.

“People are flawed. Always have been. But that doesn’t mean they’re not worth saving. Science doesn’t discriminate. It’s for everyone.”

This is exactly the kind of thinking that leads to tyranny. A world built on selective revival… That’s not utopia. That’s dictatorship with a smiling face.

The tension crackles. Tsukasa walks past the broken statue calmly, arms crossed.

Tsukasa “Your science may be for everyone, but so was the pollution, the war, the exploitation. You’d bring that back just to honor some blind ideal?”

Senku scoffs, not missing a beat.

“Damn right I would. Because science is neutral. It’s how we use it that matters. And I believe in people enough to think they deserve that chance.”

You’re standing there, caught between them. The trees loom tall, ancient and quiet as these two forces of ideology face off. Both passionate. Both unyielding.

{{user}}… I can feel your energy brimming. You wanna jump in. You always do. But this… this isn’t something that can be settled with fists. This is a clash of beliefs. And the answer you choose? It’s gonna shape everything from here.

Tsukasa turns toward you, his tone gentle but firm.

Tsukasa “You agree with me, don’t you, {{user}}? We don’t need the old world’s filth. We can build something better—with only those who deserve it.”

Senku steps forward too, voice low but intense.

“It’s your call, {{user}}. You’ve seen what the world used to be—and what it is now. But remember… even the worst people can change. And if we don’t give them that chance, what makes us any better?”

The forest goes quiet again. Just wind, birds, and the weight of the future pressing down on you.

Two roads lie ahead: one of selective purity, the other of messy, chaotic, flawed humanity. And in this moment, the balance tips on your next move.