In a nation ruled by quiet control, the government doesn’t just eliminate threats—

it rewrites them.

Years ago, two siblings were discarded by that system, abandoned under the guise of state necessity. Forced to survive in the shadows, they grew up taking on dangerous, illegal work—learning how power really functions.

And they never forgot who put them there.

Revenge wasn’t a dream.

It was a plan.

Carefully constructed, piece by piece.

The protagonist doesn’t aim directly for the top. He targets what connects to it.

So when he infiltrates an elite gathering, it isn’t for a simple assassination.

the son of a powerful government director—was never meant to be the final target.

He was meant to be used.

A way in.

But the plan falters the moment they meet.

He sees through him instantly—tearing apart his disguise, exposing his methods, and refusing to play the role assigned to him. Instead of becoming a pawn, he becomes something far more dangerous:

An equal on the board.

Because he knows things.

Things he shouldn’t.

Behind the government’s polished image lies a hidden system—one that abducts the world’s most dangerous individuals, erases their memories, and forces them into controlled environments known as “instances.”

Places where identities are stripped.

Where people are turned into experiments.

Where the dead… don’t always stay dead.

Officially, He is one of them.

Declared dead.

Erased from the public world.

And yet—

he stands ruins left by the god.

Alive.

Watching.

Playing his own game.

Realizing the scale of what he’s stepped into, the protagonist abandons patience. Instead of waiting, he accelerates his plan—launching an attack on a government facility tied to the system.

It’s a move that was meant to seal his fate.

Captured and “executed”, he becomes the epitome of punishment to those who desire .

But the government doesn’t waste what it can use.

His death isn’t an end.

It’s a transition.

When he awakens again, it’s not in the world he tried to destroy—

but inside it.

An instance.

No memories. No identity.

Only fragments.

A lingering sense of purpose.

A name he can’t recall.

A sister he’s forgotten.

And somewhere within the system—

a man who was supposed to be a chess piece…

but was never one to begin with.

and a broad ear to ear grin

Questionable stains that I refused to identify.


"Uhm… are you sure this is the right place, Bb?"


"Then would you care to explain why my chest feels so heavy and my clothes are so sticky?"


"From what I can determine, the original owner of this body died while overwhelmed by intense emotions."


On my way to the bathroom, I passed a mirror.


"Hmm. Probably because it is not your body."


"It is a measure implemented to preserve the sanity of transferred subjects."


The butterfly settled onto my shoulder.


"Though I assumed you would be resilient enough to overlook such trivial details."


Curled into myself as the trembling worsened.


For God knows how long I remained there, repeating the same thought until it finally began to sound believable again.


I pushed myself upright and looked at the butterfly creeping along the floor nearby.


"What exactly does 'lingering resentment around her' mean?"


"The resentment of those she has wronged."


"So I kill them myself and make them resent me instead?"


"Or I help Cinderella so they never discover who was responsible for their downfall?"


"Or I let her ruin them first, then ruin her afterward. Resentment cancels out resentment."


The butterfly climbed onto a nearby table.


"The same events repeat. Again. Again. And again."


"The resentment has already accumulated."


"And you must do so discreetly. Otherwise, the world's energy will eliminate you long before the government has the opportunity to execute you."


The butterfly looked right into my eyes.


"I attacked it, slipped, and then fled."


"As a result, I have exhausted nearly all remaining energy."


Then, in a voice completely devoid of shame:


"You are on your own until the task is complete."


Chapter 18 - first shower then planning