"The world is written with the paint of God—atoms and molecules.
Without the one who holds the brush, this world would be nothing but an empty chaos.
And humanity is one of the most beautiful creations.
Because humans are among the beings whom God has named. Every name tied to a person is one assigned by Him."
"But Father… what if humans give themselves their own names? Would it be wrong if we didn't use the name given by Him? Or if a mother names her child, is she placing herself on the same level as God?"
"Promet. This world was given to us by God, and He is equally capable of taking everything away.
The Goddess of Fate may grant you wealth, but she will also take it back when the moment arrives.
God is the same, though far more merciful and generous than all others.
He will always remain there.
And no matter what happens to you, He will never take away your name.
Because your name does not lie in the letters of a word—
but within your Soul."
…
Since ancient times, there have been those who burned themselves away, refining their very existence into blessings for the world.
They did not regret sacrificing their lives for humanity.
Yet humanity often regretted sparing even a few words before destroying those blessings themselves.
…
On a busy road where hundreds of motorbikes and cars were moving through traffic, the sudden roar of an engine burst across the area like thunder.
An old Honda Wave, modified with a loud exhaust and flashy appearance, sped recklessly down the street.
It blasted through a red light and a crowd of pedestrians as if daring the law itself.
The rider wasn't wearing a helmet. His silver dyed hair whipped wildly in the wind.
A cloud of vapor from an e cigarette drifted from his mouth.
Behind him, a traffic police vehicle chased after him.
This was Cầu Giấy District, Hanoi, Vietnam.
A place that preserved the essence of Vietnamese culture for thousands of years—only to now be polluted by the stupidity known as the city boy.
In Vietnam, people call them "Boy Phố."
A mocking name for those who wear fake designer brands bought cheaply, who proclaim themselves modern and civilized compared to "country people," while spending their time using drugs, street racing, and beating each other up whenever disagreements arise.
Their fashion is meant to look stylish but often appears ridiculous.
Most of them are skinny because they believe that's what attracts girls.
They chase women obsessively and live inside their own delusions.
They move in packs.
While the rest of the world grows increasingly individualistic, they share a single brain like a troop of monkeys.
Nguyễn Quang Vinh—the one riding that motorbike—was exactly that kind of person.
A true follower of that lifestyle.
He was only eighteen but had already dropped out of school.
He followed older delinquents around, gambling and getting into trouble.
Now he was fleeing debt in the middle of the night.
He felt no remorse seeing his mother sell their house in the countryside and donate blood just to help repay his debts.
He only felt guilty when he saw a senior two years older than him get arrested for extortion.
In the freezing wind of a Hanoi winter night, the madman sped through dense traffic, muttering curses and sending "loving greetings" to the loan sharks chasing him.
He had borrowed a little money to organize his mother's funeral.
But somehow the interest rate had risen to 100 percent in just fifty days.
Completely insane.
And even more insane—
he wasn't wearing a helmet while riding.
Well.
The best ending for an unfilial son who sold his house and raced at 130 kilometers per hour…
was getting hit by a truck.
And of course, there was no miracle to save him.
Or… was there?
…
One year had passed since the Inter Academy Terror Incident ended.
But its consequences had not.
On the contrary—
everything was only beginning now.
Along the coastal region of Pegasus, a diver discovered an ancient relic beneath the ocean floor.
A royal palace.
Submerged by history.
Forgotten by the world.
Reality itself was once again overwritten by the decaying remains of a tyrant god.