In a world where being born an Omega is seen as a mark of weakness, what happens when someone is born even weaker than that? How does society treat you? How do your family and friends look at you when you're deemed less than the lowest rank?
Kim Tae...
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(This is a long episode 8472 words. Good luck.)
The air was heavy, as was the sky, and atop the evil mountain, an eerie silence prevailed—so quiet that one could hear the sound of his breathing. A man sat perched on a tree branch, his eyes fixed on the ancient temple where his boss had been performing a ritual tirelessly for the past two weeks.
Every night, Riho carried out the ritual until sun rise, stopping only when the first rays of sunlight pierced through the darkness. When questioned about the reason, Riho's curt reply had been: “Evil holds no power in the light.”
For two weeks now, Riho had been performing this dark ritual—a ritual to summon an evil spirit, to blanket the world in darkness, and to reshape it entirely.
A small tent had been set up nearby since Riho could not afford to leave the temple until the ritual was completed. The man, devoted to Riho with unwavering loyalty, had grown increasingly concerned for his boss. Night after night, Riho grew weaker and weaker.
From the moment the ritual began, Riho had been unable to tolerate food. Every meal he attempted to eat was violently expelled from his body. Yet, despite his frail condition, he pressed on, his determination unshaken.
As dawn broke and the forest filled with the soft glow of sunlight, the man stood in front of the temple, awaiting Riho's exit. When Riho finally emerged, struggling to walk as he did every morning, the man rushed to support him. Guiding Riho back to the tent, he helped him sit and quickly offered him water.
With trembling hands, Riho accepted the water, gulping it down as the man watched with worried eyes.
“Boss… are you sure you want to continue this?” the man asked hesitantly.
Riho’s eyes snapped up, blazing with anger.
“Sorr… sorry, boss,” the man stammered, bowing his head. “I’m just worried about your health.”
“I have waited my entire life for this,” Riho rasped. “Just two more weeks, and then everything will be mine.”
The man noticed how Riho’s spirit seemed to shift, becoming darker with each passing day.
“I’ve killed for this,” Riho continued, his voice rising with fury. “Do you even understand what it took to gather the blood? I had to kill that girl… manipulate her Father to make him believe I can bring her daughter back, all to get the blood of an unborn child. Do you have any idea how hard it was to acquire that specific blood?”
The man hesitated but finally gathered the courage to speak. “Boss, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask…”
Riho rolled his eyes impatiently. “Speak.”
“We’re trying to wake the soul of Jungkook’s ancestor. We dug up the coffin to retrieve the stone that holds part of his soul. Then why did you need Namjoon’s baby’s blood?” the man asked curiously.
