In a nation ruled by quiet control, the government doesn’t just eliminate threats—

it rewrites them.

Years ago, two siblings were discarded by that system, abandoned under the guise of state necessity. Forced to survive in the shadows, they grew up taking on dangerous, illegal work—learning how power really functions.

And they never forgot who put them there.

Revenge wasn’t a dream.

It was a plan.

Carefully constructed, piece by piece.

The protagonist doesn’t aim directly for the top. He targets what connects to it.

So when he infiltrates an elite gathering, it isn’t for a simple assassination.

the son of a powerful government director—was never meant to be the final target.

He was meant to be used.

A way in.

But the plan falters the moment they meet.

He sees through him instantly—tearing apart his disguise, exposing his methods, and refusing to play the role assigned to him. Instead of becoming a pawn, he becomes something far more dangerous:

An equal on the board.

Because he knows things.

Things he shouldn’t.

Behind the government’s polished image lies a hidden system—one that abducts the world’s most dangerous individuals, erases their memories, and forces them into controlled environments known as “instances.”

Places where identities are stripped.

Where people are turned into experiments.

Where the dead… don’t always stay dead.

Officially, He is one of them.

Declared dead.

Erased from the public world.

And yet—

he stands ruins left by the god.

Alive.

Watching.

Playing his own game.

Realizing the scale of what he’s stepped into, the protagonist abandons patience. Instead of waiting, he accelerates his plan—launching an attack on a government facility tied to the system.

It’s a move that was meant to seal his fate.

Captured and “executed”, he becomes the epitome of punishment to those who desire .

But the government doesn’t waste what it can use.

His death isn’t an end.

It’s a transition.

When he awakens again, it’s not in the world he tried to destroy—

but inside it.

An instance.

No memories. No identity.

Only fragments.

A lingering sense of purpose.

A name he can’t recall.

A sister he’s forgotten.

And somewhere within the system—

a man who was supposed to be a chess piece…

but was never one to begin with.

and a broad ear to ear grin

After a while, all the gore began to float.


The scattered mess slowly drifted back together, bits and pieces merging until it once again resembled a harmless butterfly.


Completely red dripping red like literally .


"How's he supposed to disinfect his insides?"


This time, Bb read my thoughts and snapped.


Coquettishly "It's really not fair, you know. You get to read my thoughts while I can't read yours."


"Honey, don't look at me with that gaze. You're making me blush."


For added effect, I hid my face like a newlywed bride.


"Or groom. Whatever suits your preferences."


At this point I was beginning to wonder if he'd finally broken.


This time though his voice had flattened into that cold system tone .Professional. Respectful.


The kind of respect that somehow feels more threatening than outright hostility.


"You are to correct the mistake caused by my inefficiency."


"You are to complete your task within the allotted time."


The butterfly stared at a human and vice versa .


"You will now be transported back," he continued. "However, you will be assigned a different identity."


Gosh . Does he now wants me to play dumb rolls ?


"I think your inefficiency problem is getting worse."


Chapter 17 - male concubine