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Foot steps of dozens of men running can be heard in the corridor.

A young and handsome army officer is running in front followed by dozens of soldiers in uniforms, fully equipped with guns.

The young officer commanded his subordinates in an anxious tone.

After taking a turn they saw a corridor which had a large room on the other side.

Everyone increased their pace and the young officer quickly opened the large door and entered the room.

What they saw almost made them puke their guts out. A bloody stench invaded their nostrils and the room is littered with corpses of dozens of armed men. One look and they recognised them as a private force.

The soldiers who entered the room are special forces of USA and they saw many bloody scenes. Even they created many bloody scenes. But what is in their sight gave even these soldiers chills.

Every corpse has a face full of fear and agony and not a single person is without a protruded bone.

Yes, protruded bones.

Each and every person has at least one bone protruded from their bodies and some of them even had a bone shard pierced deeply into their eyes, throat, hearts and other vitals.

These bone shards are taken from their limbs and ribs of their comrades which can be clearly understood after observing the limp arms and legs of some corpses.

In midst of the corpses lying on the floor, there is a young man who seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties standing with his upper body exposed. He has blood all over his body and face. There are some bullet wounds and blade scars on his well-defined muscles. His jet-black hair is soaked in blood. His palms are equipped with a pair of weird claws. These claws only have sharp nails which resembled a wild beast's, made of metal and each nail is individually connected to a small disc like thing on the back of his palm with small metal joints between which a type of string is passing through. If anyone doesn't know better, they would think that it is a normal metal string but it is a graphene string, the sharpest and the strongest thing in the world.

Looking at the scene the young army officer stopped in his tracks and just stood there looking at the bloody figure.

The bloody figure said as he is still looking towards the window from where one can look at the vast ocean.

The young and handsome army office replied in a somewhat surprised tone.

Richard said without caring about the so called master piece.

Jungkook answered while laughing.

Listening to his words Richard was dumbstruck with shock. He knew the incident has something to do with these families, but he was unaware that it was related to the direct heirs of these families. He was at a loss of words. Before he could reply Jk continued.

Jk Said coldly. His voice was filled with melancholy and resentment.

Richard looked at Jk not knowing what to say at all. He clearly knows what this man before him represents The bloody figure before this man is pinnacle of genius, the greatest genius ever born in the history of mankind. An orphan in the streets of south korea became an existence who can look down on the world with disdain and contempt. He is an inventor, doctor, designer, painter, musician etc.,

He mastered each and every knowledge that he could access. He is not a Jack of all trades but a master of all trades. And if it isn't enough, he is also a super soldier who could take on a whole battalion of armed soldiers alone. Nobody knew how he managed to do all these things but he did it. Looking at him Richard finally opened his mouth.

After speaking he suddenly moved and pressed a button in front of a computer in the room. Everyone quickly surrounded him.

The monitors in the room showed various locations of mansions factories, office buildings etc, looking at them Richards eyes widened with disbelief. Suddenly every building in the computer screen was hit by a seemingly humongous cane as they were completely destroyed. Every one in the room were dumbfounded.

The biggest consortium of the world and the secret rulers of the whole earth are destroyed just like that.

Jungkook started laughing maniacally.

*Bam* *Bam*

Suddenly two gunshots were fired and interrupted his speech. Two bullet holes were formed in his already wounded body.

Richard came out of his stupor and supported the body of falling Jungkook. Meanwhile Everyone aimed their guns at the one who shot. He is a lackey of the consortium but he was too late to stop the destruction. Richard look that Jungkook with endless regret in his eyes.

Jk said with smirk.

Jungkook said as he closed his eyes.

Richard said with Tears in his eyes.

At this moment all the soldier in the room aimed at the ceiling and shot 3 rounds as respect. They know what this man contributed for world. He created wonders to help mankind survive more time by removing the threat of global warming. He gave hope to so many people who can't even more due to their ailments.

He is an existence which is living example of miracle but now that existence is dead the greatest creator, greatest destroyer, the greatest genius ever is dead.

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Darkness

Cold, endless, suffocating darkness.

Jungkook opened his eyes only to find nothing but black stretching infinitely in every direction. No sound. No warmth. No life. Only silence so oppressive it felt heavier than any burden he had carried before.

Jungkook’s voice echoed faintly, as though even the void itself mocked his existence.

He remembered flames. Explosions. The cries of billions as Earth crumbled beneath his wrath. His revenge complete, his body broken, his soul adrift.

But this wasn’t oblivion.

He was still here.

A sudden rumble shook the void. Like thunder rolling across the cosmos, a voice boomed — deep, ancient, laced with unbridled anger.

Jungkook froze. That voice didn’t just echo, it pierced through him, rattling his very soul.

The voice grew harsher, every word laced with fury.

The weight of that accusation pressed down like a mountain. Most men would cower. But jungkook—Jungkook just lowered his gaze, silent, expression unreadable.

The Keeper’s voice faltered, its anger shifting into something else, something softer.

Jungkook’s chest tightened. For a moment, he almost—almost—let his emotions show. But he smirked instead, bitter and sharp

The void fell silent for a long breath. Then—

The Keeper asked, calm now, almost gentle.

Jungkook’s answer came swiftly, without hesitation.

The Keeper stirred.

Jungkook’s eyes gleamed with cold finality.

The Keeper hummed, a strange mix of disappointment and respect echoing in that sound.

Before Jungkook, the void split open. From the blackness emerged a thin, glowing line of white light. It stretched forward endlessly, guiding his path like a celestial bridge.

At its end, a massive circle of radiant brilliance spun slowly, runes dancing along its edges like constellations in motion.

Jungkook exhaled softly.

His footsteps echoed as he followed the path. Each step forward made the circle glow brighter, until its beauty was almost unbearable to look at.

But his mind wasn’t at peace. As the light swallowed him, thoughts clawed at his heart.

He muttered bitterly.

The truth was suffocating.

Yes, he had killed.

Yes, he had destroyed.

Yes, he had avenged.

But one regret lingered.

One wound that even death could not erase.

Jungkook’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

Images flooded his mind. A smile brighter than sunlight. A laugh that warmed the coldest nights. A gentle hand that reached for him when the world turned against him.

He remembered every promise they had made.

A promise meant to reassure, to postpone for a little while.

But that “little while” had turned into never.

Jungkook’s voice trembled, heavy with grief.

His voice cracked, a choked sob escaping his throat.

Tears slid silently down his cheeks. In this void, no one could see. No one but him.

The circle before him shimmered, radiant, overwhelming, impossibly beautiful.

Jungkook whispered, his voice almost lost in the darkness.

Then, the blackness surged, consuming everything.

And finally, silence.

The world vanished.

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