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A ruined name, a final warning spoken in the dark, To tame a monster, I must find a hidden spark. Walking on ashes where the future tyrant stands, I’ll rewrite my death sentence with these very hands. ~Kim Taehyung

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Episode 1: The Awakening in Hell

A splitting headache was the first thing that greeted Vincent as his consciousness slowly drifted back to reality.

He groaned, pressing the back of his hand against his throbbing forehead. He expected to feel the familiar, cheap cotton of his apartment bedsheets. Instead, his fingers brushed against smooth, heavy silk. The scent in the air wasn’t the usual smell of city smog and stale coffee—it was the deep, earthy fragrance of expensive sandalwood mixed with a strange, sweet aroma that smelled faintly of vanilla and chamomile.

He wasn’t in his cramped Seoul apartment. He was lying on a massive, low wooden bed inside a room that looked like a historical museum set. The walls were made of polished dark wood and delicate rice paper panels. Ornate gold screens stood in the corners, and the faint glow of dawn filtered through the silk curtains.

The moment he spoke, his voice sent a shockwave through his own chest. It wasn’t his usual deep, tired voice. This voice was soft, melodic, and clear as a bell—sounding like a delicate instrument.

Panicking, Vincent swung his legs out of the bed. He caught sight of his sleeves. They were wide, flowing, and made of pale lavender silk embroidered with intricate silver butterflies.

He scrambled toward a large, polished bronze mirror standing in the corner of the room. When he looked at the reflection, his heart completely stopped.

The reflection in the mirror didn't show a stressed, 26-year-old corporate worker. Instead, a breathtakingly beautiful young man stared back. He had flawless, pale skin, sharp yet expressive eyes, dark brown hair cascading elegantly over his shoulders, and a slender, delicate frame.

It was a face Vincent recognized instantly. He had spent the last three weeks reading about this exact face in a popular web novel called The Boundless Night.

He hadn't just traveled through time. He had transmigrated. And he wasn't just anyone—he was Kim Taehyung, the eldest Omega son of the prestigious Kim Clan, and the most despised character in the entire book.

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°/INTRODUCTION\°

Name: Kim Taehyung (Originally Vincent in the modern world) Identity: The Second Son of an Elite Noble Clan / The "Despised" Legitimate Wife of Jeon Jungkook. Gender Dynamic: Omega (Scent: Sweet, calming vanilla/chamomile) Personality (Original Novel): Arrogant, loud, easily manipulated, and deeply insecure. Personality (Now/Vincent): Highly intelligent, adaptable, a bit dramatic, sarcastic, and fiercely protective of children. He uses his modern wits to survive. Character Quote: "I used to think my corporate job was hell, but trying to survive a historical tyrant husband takes the crown."

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Vincent—now Taehyung—whispered, his mind racing as the original memories of the body began to flood his brain like a crashing tidal wave.

In the novel, Taehyung was a spoiled, arrogant brat. His manipulative stepmother had orchestrated his marriage to Jeon Jungkook, the illegitimate son of the rival, old-money Jeon Clan. Jungkook was treated as a curse and an outcast by his own family. He was a brooding, silent military commander who already had two young children from a previous tragic marriage.

The original Taehyung, blindly following the "advice" of his malicious stepsister, had spent the last three months making Jungkook’s life absolute hell. He threw tantrums, called Jungkook a "low-born disgrace" in front of high society, and treated Jungkook’s two innocent children like dirt, all in a foolish attempt to get his father to "rescue" him and bring him back home.

But Vincent knew the twist that the rest of high society didn't.

Jungkook wasn't a weak, suppressed Alpha outcast. He was an ultra-rare, terrifyingly powerful Enigma—the ultimate predator capable of dominating even the strongest Alphas. In exactly one year, Jungkook would unleash his hidden power, overthrow the elite clans, slaughter everyone who ever crossed him, and rule the country with an iron fist.

And the first person on his execution list? His arrogant Omega wife, Taehyung.

Taehyung clutched his head as a specific memory from last night hit him like a physical blow.

Yesterday evening, his stepsister had sent a secret letter, telling him to make a scene to prove his "superiority." Following her words like a mindless puppet, the original Taehyung had thrown a massive tantrum in the main courtyard. He had screamed at Jungkook’s young children, making the four-year-old girl cry, and when Jungkook tried to intervene, Taehyung had spat in his direction and called him a "third-class bastard who shouldn't dare touch a pure-blooded Kim."

As if on cue, the heavy wooden doors of the bedchamber were violently thrown open.

The air in the room instantly froze. A suffocating, crushing pressure descended upon Taehyung’s chest, making it hard to breathe. The scent of vanilla and chamomile from his own body flared up in pure, instinctive terror as a dominant, terrifying aura flooded the room. It smelled of dark cedar wood, heavy rain, and smoky embers.

Taehyung looked up, his breath catching in his throat.

Standing at the doorway was Jeon Jungkook.

He was fiercely handsome, with sharp, angular features and pitch-black hair tied back neatly in the style of an ancient warrior. He wore a dark black and crimson noble Hanbok, his broad shoulders and muscular frame casting a long, intimidating shadow across the room. But it was his eyes that made Taehyung's blood run cold—they were pitch black, completely void of warmth, and radiating pure, unadulterated murderous intent.

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Name: Jeon Jungkook Identity: The Illegitimate Black Sheep of the Jeon Clan / A Powerful High-Ranking Military Commander. Gender Dynamic: Enigma (The ultimate, ultra-rare predator tier. Scent: Dark cedar wood, rain, and smoky embers). Personality: Cold, brooding, highly observant, and deeply guarded due to childhood trauma. He hates pretense and betrayal above all else. He appears ruthless to the world but hides a fiercely protective heart for his two children. Character Quote: "Everyone in high society treats me like a curse. Do not tempt me to show you what a real curse looks like, Taehyung."

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Jungkook took a slow, heavy step into the room. Every step felt like the thud of a guillotine closing in.

Jungkook’s voice was dangerously low, vibrating with a cold, suppressed rage that made the wooden floorboards seem to tremble.

Taehyung instinctively swallowed hard, backing up until his spine hit the bronze mirror. He had to survive. He couldn't die on day one.

Taehyung managed to say, his voice trembling slightly.

Jungkook let out a dark, humorless chuckle, his eyes narrowing into ice-cold slits. He walked over until he was standing a mere foot away from Taehyung. The Enigma aura was so thick that Taehyung’s knees felt weak. Jungkook leaned down, his face inches from Taehyung’s, his breath cold against Taehyung’s cheek.

Jungkook whispered, each word dripping with venom.

Jungkook reached out, his large, calloused hand gripping Taehyung’s chin with a force that made Taehyung gasp. The grip wasn't painful enough to bruise, but it was an absolute show of dominant power.

Jungkook growled, his eyes flashing with a terrifying, hidden golden glint—the mark of a true Enigma. "

Taehyung stared into Jungkook’s eyes. He didn't see a regular husband having an argument; he saw a sleeping monster that was one second away from snapping his neck. The modern Vincent inside him knew this man wasn't bluffing. This was the future tyrant of the nation.

Jungkook abruptly released Taehyung’s chin, pushing him back slightly. He disgusted looked away, pulling a silk handkerchief from his robe to wipe his hand as if he had touched something contaminated.

With a sweep of his dark robes, Jungkook strode out of the room, slamming the heavy wooden doors behind him.

The suffocating pressure vanished instantly, leaving Taehyung collapsing to his knees on the floor, gasping for air. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.

But as the initial panic began to fade, the sharp, analytical mind of the modern corporate worker took over. Vincent hadn't survived the brutal corporate ladder by crying and giving up. If Jungkook was a monster, then he just had to learn how to tame the monster. He had to completely rewrite Taehyung's ruined reputation before the plot reached the point of no return.

Taehyung said, pushing himself up from the floor and dusting off his lavender robes. A determined, sharp glint replaced the fear in his beautiful eyes.

Taehyung marched over to the door and pulled it open, ignoring the startled gasps of the two Omega servants standing guard outside.

Taehyung demanded, a confident, modern smirk playing on his lips.

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A tiny hand, a fragile bridge of trust, Built from the ashes of a bitter past. But shadows loom before the dawn can rise, And truth is blinded by a tyrant's eyes.

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Episode 2: The Art of Modern Treats

[The Grand Kitchen of the Jeon Estate]

Modern soul Vincent is currently questioning his life choices.

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[Thirty minutes later - The Courtyard Pavilion]

[An hour later - The Pavilion is covered in laughter]

[The Atmosphere Instantly Drops to Absolute Zero]

[A wild Enigma has entered the chat. Deadly aura detected.]

[CRACK!!!]

[An abrupt, echoing sound cuts through the courtyard.]

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A sudden strike, a silent room of regret, The lingering scent of fear I cannot forget. A broken mask, a fragile piece of grace, As warmth begins to touch this frozen place.

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Episode 3: The Broken Mask

[The Courtyard Pavilion - Right after the slap]

[Junghan has been raised under strict discipline. Jungkook fixes his entire schedule—from weapon training to politics—wanting his son to be an unshakable Alpha leader. Junghan respects his father too much to argue further.]

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[Night Time inside Taehyung’s Bedchamber]

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[The Grand Dining Hall - A few minutes later]

Jungkook was Staring at Taehyung, the words 'My daughter' echoing in his head. He wants to argue, he wants to say "You never considered her your daughter before!", but seeing the genuine warmth in Taehyung's eyes and the happy smile on Yujin's face... he chooses to remain silent, slowly lowering his chopsticks.

Jungkook's POV ends

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