Extreme content warning: graphic violence, blood play, obsessive/yandere behavior, self-harm themes (via regression mechanics), dub-con elements, R18 explicit intimacy. This is dark, toxic, and unapologetic. Read at your own risk.
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POV: SEO-JUN — THE EXECUTIONER
The VIP lounge at Cheong-ah Academy smelled like expensive tea and weak-willed NPCs. I sat at the head of the table, my Retinal HUD flickering with red energy readings. To these students, I was the untouchable heir to the Seo-jin Group. To the 'Order of Balance' in the higher dimension, I was a high-rank Executioner with a license to delete reality.
"Your coffee, Seo-jun," a girl whispered. Her hands were shaking so hard the porcelain rattled.
I didn't look up. I swiped a holographic window in the air. "It's 0.2% off the standard temperature. If you can't follow a simple protocol, why are you in my sight? Leave before I delete your family's credit score from the school database."
She fled, nearly tripping over her own feet. I didn't care. I was a Yandere by nature—obsessive, focused, and utterly bored by anyone who wasn't a "Bug" in my system.
[NOTIFICATION: ANOMALY HAS LEAKED RESTRICTED SOUL-DATA.]
Every phone in the room buzzed at the same time. A psychic-link video appeared on every screen. It was me, three weeks ago, during a System Purge in the music wing. To the humans, it looked like a mental breakdown. To the person who filmed it, it was an invitation to a war.
The uploader: @BUG_100.
The caption: "Hey King. Your mask is cracked. Want to see what's underneath, or are you too scared of a little glitch?"
I stood up. The floor tiles turned into digital pixels under my boots. I walked out, my [KING'S AURA] making the hallway lights flicker and die. Students flattened themselves against the walls as I passed. I could feel the Anomaly's energy. It was violet, toxic, and calling to my darkest instincts. It felt like a drug.
I kicked the gym doors open. They didn't just open; they were deleted from the doorframe by my mana pressure.
Ha-joon was sitting on the basketball hoop, swinging his legs. He was eating a glowing Mana-Fruit, his eyes pulsing with violet [REGRESSION ENERGY].
"Took you long enough, Seo-jun. I thought the Order sent their best Executioner," he teased, his voice smooth as silk.
I moved. I was across the gym in a microsecond. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the backboard. The reinforced glass shattered into a million digital shards that hung in the air like frozen diamonds.
[SKILL: SOUL-GRIP — LEVEL 10.]
"You're a glitch," I hissed, my face inches from his. My eyes were wide, pupils bleeding black ink. "I've wiped 99 versions of this world. Why are you the only one who keeps coming back to haunt me?"
He didn't struggle. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it tighter.
[SYSTEM ALERT: TARGET CONVERTING PRESSURE TO POWER. MANA UP: 10%... 25%...]
"Because I'm the only one who knows how much you love the chaos," he wheezed, a twisted grin on his face. "You don't want to delete me. You want to lock me in a room and watch me break. Admit it, King. You're already addicted to my existence."
I felt a surge of possessive hunger. I wasn't supposed to feel attracted to a target. But the way his 'Pain-System' hummed under my touch was better than any high.
"I'll do more than lock you up," I promised. "I'll rewrite your soul-code until you can't even remember your own name without me. You won't be a ghost; you'll be my shadow."
He lunged and bit my lip. The blood tasted like ozone and copper. "Do it. I've been waiting 99 lives for an Executioner with actual teeth."
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JI-SOO POV — I watched from the shadows as the gym gravity began to fluctuate. "Hana, the BL couple is triggering a mana-spike," I whispered into my comms. "Their obsession is the perfect power source. While they're busy choking each other, we're taking the World Shard. Their toxic bond is our battery. Let them burn the school down for us."]