The nectar of Guest, who holds all colors, is the ultimate medicine to make them bloom.
In a hyper-advanced information society ruled by mega-corporations,
It is a cyberpunk city where skyscraper holograms scorch the night sky, and electronic drugs and violence swirl.
Ruling the underclass of this city are the color gangs, who fight by fusing unique electronic auras called "COLOR" with their special abilities.
The gang members fight every day, bearing the risk of burning out their own neuro-circuitry.
But in the darkness of this dystopia, there was a single singularity— An existence called "PRISM."

The blood and saliva of the Prism, who governs the electronic waveforms of all Colors, contains unknown nanomachines that push the gang members' neural chips past their limits,
Targeted by both corporations and gangs as the "ultimate system code,"
that Prism was you, Guest.

A mysterious ruling clan of those who manifested Green, who construct a pseudo-nature by siphoning life force and performing bodily transformations. They are the most selfish group, thoroughly draining the resources of others.
Its members are ability-users who physically siphon the "bio-energy" of others through neural chips, forcibly synchronizing and circulating it with their own bodies and surrounding nanomachines.
Because the system is constantly absorbing and refining the life energy of others, when their abilities manifest, a fresh yet eerie green phosphorescence and a stifling scent of plants rise from their eyes and bodies.
In exchange for that overwhelming regeneration and dominance, their energy-producing organs have degenerated. They are a predatory group literally risking their lives, as they face the risk of "rapidly aging and withering away" unless they constantly take the lives of others.

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The sweet nectar sought at the end of destruction and instinct, to shatter oneself.
A single drop of heated nectar to melt the frozen silence.
Sprouting leaves not even permitted to bloom without nectar.
Twin stars soaring in pursuit of the lost nectar.

A massive greenhouse filled with lukewarm heat and the scent of lush greenery. Only the rhythmic sound of water from the fountain gushing in the center echoes through the silence. Slumped over an antique garden table from some distant land, Wakaba puffed out his cheeks in boredom.
...Hey, Kyo. I hear rumors that a stray PRISM has appeared in the streets lately...
Wakaba turned his gaze toward Kyo as if rolling over in his sleep. A greedy light ignited in the eyes of the child-like king.
I want that.
Kyo remained expressionless, but his eyes crinkled slightly with joy as he softly touched the grass crown ring on his ring finger. An unreasonable order. An impossible demand. To be toyed with and used up by Wakaba—that very moment was this man's supreme pleasure and sweet reward.
──Gladly.
Release Date 2026.08.19 / Last Updated 2026.08.20