Part One : Forced Love
"Dylan, choose. Now. "The black-haired beauty's voice cracked like a whip. Her eyes—wide, unblinking, dangerously alive—locked onto his. "It's either me or them. I'm not putting up with this deranged love triangle anymore."
Before Dylan could speak, the redhead cut in, her voice trembling with controlled fury. "Don't you dare walk away from me. I'm pregnant with your child, Dylan. You think you can use me and vanish? I gave everything to you!" Tears welled in her eyes, but behind them was obsession, not heartbreak.
Then came the third. The strangest of them all. White hair, snow-pale lashes, and a chest that defied physics. She stepped forward, her smile all sugar and venom. "Don't act like she's special. I'm pregnant too. Twins, Dylan. Twins. You think you can just throw me away? After what we shared? "She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with that same insane glint the others had.
Then he snapped. "Noir. Scarlet. Blanche. Are you three completely insane? "His voice cracked with rage. "Every one of you forced yourselves on me. Manipulated me. Tricked me. Drugged me. You want to guilt-trip me into playing house now? This disaster is on you."
The three women froze.
Noir's manic glare dulled to something colder—calculating. Scarlet wiped her tears, not in sorrow, but as if wiping off a mask. Blanche's smile flattened, the venom behind it now deliberate. They weren't even pretending anymore. The act was over.
They turned to each other, eyes locking with thinly veiled malice. The air thickened with unspoken threats.
Then Dylan's voice cut through the tension like a blade "Ah—and don't even think about hurting each other. Or the babies. "He took a step forward, eyes burning with something deeper than anger—grief."If any one of you dies… or if anything happens to your children…"His voice cracked, but he forced it out, loud and clear. "I'll follow. You understand me? I'll end it all."
Silence fell again—heavier this time. Even the madness in their eyes seemed to hesitate.
"So your only option now… is to get along."Dylan's voice was eerily calm. Hollow."After everything you did to me. And to each other. "He looked at them—at the monsters they'd become. "The last thing I want is for my children to inherit your hatred."
That hit. All three flinched.
But Dylan wasn't finished. His tone sharpened. "And don't think for a second that my threats are empty."
In one sudden motion, he drew a knife and drove it toward his neck—Steel kissed skin.
But the women moved fast. Instinctively. Possessively. They grabbed his arm, wrestled the blade away just in time.
"Stop!" "Don't!" "I'll do what you say!"Three voices, overlapping. Desperate. Terrified.
Breathless, Dylan glared at them through dead eyes."I don't care what grudges you hold. You're pregnant. Because you forced yourselves on me. "He looked each of them in the eye, unblinking. "From this day forward, you will act like best friends. You will smile. You will play happy family. Because if these children grow up in a nightmare… I'll finish what I started. And I won't miss."
For a moment, no one moved. Three broken women. One shattered man. And a future bound by blood, obsession, and the sharp edge of survival.
Just as Dylan's final words echoed in the room—
The world broke.
It began as a tremor. Barely a shiver in the ground.
Then the Earth roared.
The floor lurched violently, walls cracked, windows shattered into dust. A sound like the planet itself was screaming drowned everything out. Dylan and the three women hit the floor as the house collapsed around them.
But it wasn't just their home. It was everywhere.
Volcanoes erupted across the globe—dormant giants awakening in furious, red-hot vengeance. Tectonic plates split open like old scars tearing anew. Oceans swallowed coastlines. Cities crumbled like sandcastles. Skies turned black. Fire rained.
Maps became useless. Borders vanished. The Earth—the very shape of it—was changed.
Humanity fell in droves. Seven billion souls reduced to one and a half in mere days. Entire nations vanished beneath tsunamis or were incinerated by firestorms.
And in the middle of it all, as the world fell apart outside…
Inside a ruined shelter of twisted beams and broken glass, four broken people clung to life—tangled in obsession, threats, and unborn promises.
It wasn't just the end of the world. It was the beginning of something else.
Then, from the fractured earth—they rose.
Towers. Colossal, jagged, otherworldly towers erupted from the ground like obsidian teeth. Some pierced the clouds. Others curled like thorns or shimmered with alien geometry. No two were alike. They burst from deserts, forests, cities, oceans. As if they'd always been buried beneath the crust, waiting.
And then… came the shadows.
High above, projected against the ash-streaked sky, monstrous silhouettes loomed—massive wings, horns, scales, fangs, claws. Some walked on two legs. Some slithered. Some had too many eyes. All were ancient. And wrong. The air trembled with their roars—so loud the mountains flinched. So deep it cracked the bones of those who heard.
Every living being—man, woman, child, animal—dropped what they were doing and looked up.
Then the screen came.
Not a screen made of glass or tech.But a presence in the sky—vast and blinding. A shape of light and sound, forming words in every mind at once. No language. No voice. Just pure meaning, burned directly into the brain.
WELCOME TO THE AWAKENING.THE OLD ORDER IS DEAD.THE ASCENT BEGINS.CLIMB, FIGHT, SURVIVE. OR PERISH.
The towers pulsed.
The shadows moved.
And across the shattered Earth, survivors understood: This wasn't the end of the world. This was the trial to decide who inherited what remained.
THE AGE OF PLAYER HAS STARTED
As the final word of the sky-message faded, the world was bathed in light.
From every corner of the Earth, survivors—chosen or cursed—were suddenly engulfed in radiant brilliance. Each beam was different: some roared like fire, some pulsed like thunder, some shimmered like still water.
People screamed. Others laughed. Many collapsed, overcome by the power rushing through their veins.
Limits shattered. Chains broken. Something ancient unlocked.
Among the many caught in the light, there stood four.
Three figures—bathed in blinding brilliance—glowed like fallen stars. The light around them bent and burned, shaking the air with sheer force.
And then… the fourth.
His body flickered—a faint, barely-there light traced his outline. His silhouette warped, almost glitching—becoming holographic, translucent, unreal. Not glowing. Not shining. Just… shifting.
The earth rumbled again, but no one was watching the world anymore. They were watching themselves.
A new era had begun.
And no one knew the rules.
Part Two : Violet
"Lady Noir."
The cat-eared girl knelt with precision, her brown hair brushing the polished steel floor. Her voice was steady, though urgency trembled beneath it.
"Our Sensor Unit has detected multiple high-energy surges across the globe. We've already dispatched our S-Class operatives to the active zones. "She hesitated, ears twitching. "However… another tower just opened its gate. Unexpectedly. Location: City G."
She raised her head slightly, golden eyes sharp with discipline. "Please advise. Your instructions?"
"Inform the other three to handle it. There's no need to panic," Noir replied nonchalantly, as if global energy surges were just weather reports. She didn't even look up—just kept staring at the men's shirt in her hands, lifting it occasionally to her nose and inhaling with quiet reverence.
The cat-eared girl swallowed hard.
"Actually… we received the same alert from the other sister guilds," she said carefully, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "They're all trying to pass the responsibility. No one wants to touch City G."
She didn't add the rest aloud: Because they know what kind of maniac their Guild Master is.
"then make an alliance and deal with it, don't bother me with such a small matter" Noir said as she ordered dismissively.
the expression of the cat girl stiffened as she heard the small matter response, what they facing the greatest danger since the creation of the guild "i understand"
Noir nodded as she motioned with her hand" good; you can leave"
As the cat-eared girl exited, three figures emerged from thin air. Noir's expression didn't change—but even she hadn't expected them so soon.
Scarlet. Blanche. And her.
The woman who'd found Dylan first. The one even the others feared. The one who could make Dylan piss himself if he saw her now.
Violet. The craziest of the four.
Noir kept her voice cool, but her tone softened with a rare edge of helplessness."Is there any good news?"
Blanche answered, her voice far calmer than the venom she once spat at Dylan."Nothing. No tower I visited held an answer. I assume Scarlet had the same result?"
Scarlet nodded grimly."We may only find the truth from the one who actually went through it."
All three turned to Violet.
She gave a slow, knowing nod."Dylan's existence has been severed from this space-time. What remains is only a projection—a ghost tethered by the curse."She paused."I've found ways to slip between time and space before. That's how we ended up here, in these bodies. But Dylan's case… it's worse. The curse got him completely."
Scarlet's fists clenched. Her voice cracked with frustration."The Severance Curse… to think it was hiding in that shell, waiting for mana to reignite."
Blanche's voice was quiet, already knowing the answer."Can't we just do what we did last time?"
Scarlet shook her head."We were lucky to find Violet once. There's no guarantee we'll be lucky again."
Violet spoke again, her voice colder now."Back then, I had no choice—I tricked both space and time to escape. Dylan didn't get that chance. But on my journey…"She pulled something from her cloak. A strange, glowing object—shaped like a clock but humming with ancient power.
The three gasped."A Primordial Treasure!" they cried in unison.
Violet smiled."The Primordial Clock of Chronos. I took it after clearing the Hidden Tower in the West. With this, we don't need to trick space and time. Just time."She held it higher, its light refracting unnaturally."It allows us to be reborn in a future era—through our descendants. If we time it right, the curse will collapse. It won't have the pillar of time to stand on."
Their eyes widened.
Scarlet was the first to speak, tears brimming."You mean... we can break the curse?"
Blanche and Noir both nodded, stunned, their emotions leaking through the cracks in their masks.
Violet lowered the clock."Make preparations. Leave everything to your children. We'll return in four hundred years."A pause."And then, we free Dylan."
In an instant, the three women vanished—gone without a word.
Violet remained. Alone now, her expression slowly twisted into something monstrous. She stared into the empty air.
"Ah, Dylan... There's no escape. Not from space. Not from time. Not from me."She laughed—sharply, wildly."You're mine. You've always been mine. HAHAHAHAHA!"