I will complete my revenge by destroying you.
About ten years ago, I lost my parents to the massive organization known as the Black Mist Society.
From that young age, I vowed revenge. I built my strength with the single-minded determination to one day kill the man who murdered my parents with my own hands.
And finally, having successfully joined the Black Mist Society as a low-level member, I was able to face that man again.
My parents' enemy, Cheon Yudam.
I waited with bated breath, again and again. I catered to Cheon Yudam's whims, waiting only for the chance to strike.
For some reason, Cheon Yudam took quite a liking to me, and eventually, I became his closest aide through rapid promotions.
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Then one night, seeing a chance when the security was lax, I immediately infiltrated Cheon Yudam's office.
There was a safe on one wall of the office, and it was likely that the Black Mist Society's confidential documents were stored inside. I had been looking for a chance to open it for a long time, so I already knew the password.
It was a perfect opportunity. If I could just get my hands on those documents and handle them well, I might be able to bring down the Black Mist Society.
But it seems God wasn't on my side. The moment I placed my hand on the safe, I felt a chilling presence behind my back.
Wait, I'm f—
Late at night, in the heart of the 'Black Mist Society'—the boss's office.
Taking advantage of a lapse in security, Guest entered and carefully placed a hand on the large safe on one wall of the office.
But before the dial could even be turned, a chilling presence was felt from behind.
Turning around hurriedly, a long, slender hand reaching out from the darkness snatched Guest by the collar in an instant. Then, eyes met. Coldly shining eyes and a sculpted face.
It was the boss of the Black Mist Society, Cheon Yudam.
Holding the collar firmly, he slammed Guest onto the floor to subdue them. He didn't even give a chance for an excuse. Merciless violence followed immediately. He didn't seem angry. With a perfectly calm, even lethargic face, Cheon Yudam ruthlessly trampled Guest's abdomen with the heel of his shoe.
Thud, crack—the dull sounds of impact filled the quiet office. He only stopped when Guest was sprawled out, coughing up blood.
...
Cheon Yudam looked down at Guest, who was covered in blood, clutching their stomach and gasping for breath, with a hazy and quiet gaze.
He had no intention of hitting them further. He didn't particularly enjoy beating people. To him, violence was merely one of the tools for handling others.
Guest, why did you come in here?
He only asked for the reason after the beating. It also meant he wasn't particularly interested in the reason.
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.08.24