Anger cannot be extinguished easily...and if it increases in strength...it will be destructive
Song, the teacher, and those with them entered the meeting hall located in the headquarters of the opposition party. The room was large and spacious, and filled with many people who wanted to join the party, who had lost their loved ones at the hands of the predator. Or from Those who sympathized with his victims but did not harm them directly
But unusually, the hall was very quiet and elegant, as if it were in a luxury hotel. Song sat next to Professor Ji-hoon, Wukong and some others.
Song: The place here is much more upscale than I expected.
Ji-Hoon: Yes, Hae-Won. This place was designated by the Kingdom of Konotta as an emergency location in case the kingdom fell. The precautions were always ready and kept secret. We just hope the Crimson Army doesn't find out about it.
Wukong: Konota chose the right place here in that land, far from wars, conflicts, and cities–and everything can threaten it. It was chosen by King Wong himself when he was on his official visit here in the Great Korean Land.
Wukong again: The Song family, its great-grandfather is Song the Great, one of the richest and most noble of Konota who married King Wong's daughter, so you carry the royal blood and the strength that terrifies the Crimson Army, Song.
Song with a calm tone: Interesting....
Ji-hoon: Oh, I forgot! Song. I have to tell you something important too... I checked that electronic piece you touched, remember?
Song: Yes, but what's the use?
Ji-hoon: I was able to access the core of Konota's AGI technology.
Wukong in a shocked voice: R-Really!? This will definitely benefit us! You're not just of royal blood, Song! You're the Chosen One! The one who will destroy the Crimson Army!
Song in a surprised tone, not understanding anything of what Wukong is saying: Huh?! I... I don't understand anything of what you're saying at all.
Wukong: You won't understand now! But you will in time, believe me.
Song: I am curious to know more about my ancestors.
Suddenly, a person wearing black clothes, curly hair, and dark skin enters the conversation.
???: Hello.
Song: Who are you?
Black: My nickname is Black, I'm from the Nero people. They were also among the peoples that the Crimson Army wiped out... or not directly... but the Fierce Scorpion gang wiped them out.
Song: Fierce Scorpion? What's that?
Wukong: One of the Crimson Army's Alliances.
Song: They seem dangerous too.
Black: I heard you're from the Konota people, seems we might share the same story.
Song: Yes, exactly the same... Do your people have special abilities?
Ji-hoon: Nero's people were also famous for their combat superiority and military experience, so they feared the gang... because they thought it would threaten their place in the Crimson Army after Nero's commander wanted to ally with the Crimson.
Black: We all opposed him, but he wouldn't listen. Anyway, I'm a soldier and a professional fighter. I've trained for 14 years. Since I was only 4 years old. What about you, Konota Heir?
Song: I don't know... They say I have a power... but I haven't been able to activate it yet.
Black: Maybe you'll learn with time, learn from my experience.
Song, slightly shyly: Oh, thanks.
Black, Smirks strictly: Man, I'm serious... I'm not kidding... To take down this crimson dispecable we have to be strong... I'm in high school too, what about you?
Song: Me too....
From memory....
Krem City - 15 years ago
At the Crimson Army headquarters, King Zord sits at his desk... reviewing the papers and goals of his cursed terrorist army, then his son Bond enters, his eldest son who never approved of his father.
Bond: Dad, what you're doing is absolutely wrong. You have to stop, it's so wrong.
King Zord, in a firm and stern tone, speaks to his son in a very harsh tone: "My son, you are still a teenager who does not understand. Power is the only language understood by those random beings who constitute a mistake in this existence. They must be exterminated."
Bond raises his voice: No! Those souls committed no crime. If they didn't deserve to live, they wouldn't exist in the first place! You're wrong!
King Zord: Humph. Teenage idiot, do what you want... but if they crush you... don't come here.
Bond's eyes began to tense up and a few tears fell from them: "Father... p-please... listen to me.... I-I don't want to lose you."
Zord's voice rises like thunder: ENOUGH! YOU ARE NOT MY SON ANYMORE! If you don't listen to your father, you don't deserve to be his son. Your father is strong, not weak. You prefer weakness, not your future.
Bond came out shattered, devastated, and heartbroken... crying silently.
He got into his car parked in front of the army headquarters... and drove away... and has not returned since then.
"No.... Dad... you are completely wrong... even if I can't prove it to you... time will prove it... and everything will prove it"
On this day, he decided to join the opposition Konota Party, trained, and became stronger until he became the current leader of the party
Bond's Speech
The conversation stopped completely, and the hall began to calm down gradually after a tall person, who appeared to be in official military attire, entered and ascended the hall's platform. Commander Bond moved with the confident stride of someone accustomed to command, yet his eyes carried a weight that spoke of personal loss and hard-earned wisdom.
"Heroes," he began, with his voice carrying clearly through the hall. "You have come from among the many who chose weakness and silence when faced with oppression."
Song felt the words hit him like a physical force. dozens of faces turned toward Bond with expressions ranging from hope to skepticism to barely contained rage.
"Each of you has lost something precious, Something that can't be replaced no matter what you do" Continued, with his gaze sweeping across the assembled members. "Family, friends, homes, entire ways of life. The Crimson Army has taken these from us systematically, believing that fear would keep us divided and helpless."
A woman in the front row stood up. "Commander, what makes you think we can succeed where so many others have failed? The army has advanced technology, unlimited resources—"
"Because," Bond interrupted gently, "they have forgotten something crucial. They built their empire on stolen foundations— Technologies they should never have had the right to own. our foundations. The technology they wield, the strategies they employ, even the very weapons they carry—all of it traces back to innovations from the peoples they destroyed. Stolen power, terrorized the world."
Wukong looked forward. "And now we're reclaiming what was always ours."
Bond. "Exactly. Song Hae-won carries the blood of Konota's royal line. Through him, we can access technologies the Crimson Army doesn't even know exist. Not just the stolen ones. Black represents the combat expertise of the Nero people, refined through years of warfare. Each of you brings something unique to this fight."
An older man raised his hand. "What about casualties? How many of us are you willing to sacrifice? I'm worried about failure."
The question hung heavy in the air. Bond's expression grew more solemn.
"I won't lie to you," he said quietly. "This war will demand everything from us. But the alternative—living under their boot forever, watching our children grow up in fear—that's not living at all. Together, we will end the Crimson Army's reign of terror. We will build something better from the ashes of their empire."
"We will never allow this to continue. We must all unite to stop what is happening. The world was more calm and peaceful before the appearance of this savage. Together we will restore the old world."
The hall erupted in voices—some cheering, others asking rapid-fire questions about logistics, timing, and strategy. Bond raised his hand for silence.
"Training begins immediately. Those who are ready to fight, to learn, and to sacrifice for freedom—stay. Those who aren't certain—leave now, with no judgment from anyone here."
Song looked around the room. Not a single person moved toward the exits.
Anger drives everyone to take revenge, even if they don't take revenge, they just want to get out of their helplessness and weakness that has accompanied them throughout time. If we were weak one day, we will never remain so. This is how their minds thought.
"Then let's begin," Bond declared.
FIRST SESSION
Training facilities were occupied an entire level of the mountain complex, with multiple chambers designed for different types of combat simulation. Song found himself in a large circular room with reinforced walls.
"Simulation chamber," The technical expert explains. "It can create holographic opponents indistinguishable from the real thing—except they can't actually kill you. Probably."
Black stepped into the center of the chamber, pulling off the black wool cap that had concealed his hair. His curls sprang free, and Song noticed the intricate scars that traced patterns across his dark skin—marks that spoke of battles survived and lessons learned the hard way.
"Computer," Black called out, "activate Crimson Predator simulation. Maximum difficulty."
Air shimmered, and suddenly a perfect replica of the mechanical horror that had killed Song's sister materialized in front of Black. Song's blood ran cold at the sight of it—every detail was exactly as he remembered from that terrible day.
Song started to remember flashbacks of everything that happened on the day of the tragedy, his family, his sister, the predator, he started to get angry and clench his fists, his teeth grinned
"I will finish him, no matter what it takes, I lost my family because of you, not only my family, Entire nations were your victims, you dispecable.
The holographic Predator raised its weapon and fired a burst of energy. Black moved like liquid shadow, his body flowing around the attack with impossible grace. A dark aura began to emanate from him, wrapping around his form like living smoke.
"Nero combat technique," Wukong whispered to Song. "They channel their life force into raw power. Some of them developed their strength and became Lord level, but the rest of them are legends today."
Black's fist connected with the Predator's chest plate, and the impact sent shockwaves through the chamber. The sound was like thunder. But he wasn't finished—more Predator units materialized around him, along with several other cybernetic soldiers.
Black laughed, the sound fierce and joyful. "Now we're talking!"
He moved through his enemies like a force of nature. The dark aura around him intensified with each strike, each dodge, each devastating combination. Song watched in amazement as Black grabbed one Predator by the head, leaped twenty feet into the air, and slammed it down into the floor with enough force to create a spider web of cracks across the reinforced surface.
The simulation ended with Black standing victorious among the scattered remains of his holographic enemies, barely breathing hard.
"Impressive," came a new voice from the observation area.
Song turned to see two figures he didn't recognize—a boy and girl who appeared to be twins, both with silver hair and strangely pale eyes. They moved with an eerie synchronization, as if they were two parts of a single mind.
"Who are you?" Song asked.
The girl spoke first: "I am Lazuli."
The boy continued: "And I am Lapis."
"We heard about the one who can access Konota's ancient systems," Lazuli said with her gaze focusing on Song with unsettling intensity.
Lapis reached into his jacket and withdrew a small electronic device similar to the one Song had touched at school. "We have been carrying these for three years."
"Waiting for someone who could activate them," Lazuli finished.
Song stared at the devices, feeling something stir in his chest—the same energy that had awakened during the school attack. "Where did you get those?"
The twins exchanged a look that seemed to communicate volumes.
"The Crimson Army implanted them in us when we were children," Lazuli said matter-of-factly. "They tried to turn us into weapons."
"They erased our memories," Lapis added. "Made us into perfect soldiers."
"Until something went wrong with their programming," they said in unison.
Song felt his heart racing. "You're cyborgs?"
"Partially," Lapis confirmed and pulling back his sleeve to reveal skin that was seamlessly integrated with metallic components. "But the technology they used—it was based on stolen Konota research. Research that recognizes royal blood. The blood they say you have, Han-woo."
Lazuli stepped forward. "The devices have been trying to fully activate for years. We believe that with your help—"
"They might unlock memories the Crimson Army tried to destroy," Lapis concluded.
Black wiped sweat from his forehead and approached the group. "Cyborg twins with mysterious past, royal heir with ancient tech access, and a Nero warrior with anger issues. This is either the best resistance cell ever assembled or the setup for a really dark joke."
Commander Bond's voice echoed through the chamber's communication system: "All training groups report to Command Center immediately. We have a situation."
Song looked at the electronic devices in the twins' hands, then at Black's expectant face, then at the destroyed training dummies scattered across the floor. Whatever was happening, he had the feeling their relatively peaceful introduction to the resistance was about to end.
"I guess we're about to find out which one it is," he murmured, following the others toward the exit.
Hae-Won, Black, the Twins, The Adventure Is So Wide.....