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

Before I could even question the look in his eyes, my "sister" spoke.


"You said his memories were altered, not wiped."


The woman behind her didn't hesitate. "I did. But let me remind you—I don't have much control over this project."


She folded her arms, voice cool and clinical.


"And  It wasn't supposed to erase anything. Only adjust. But you have no one to blame except your poor brother. He resisted too much. The system identified him as a threat… and erased everything. Completely."


"So you really don't remember anything?" she asked.


There was something new in her tone this time—something sharp. Almost… amused.


"Hm. Fine. Then I'll explain." She tilted her head slightly. "We were planning to burn a city. But a month before the date, you called me. Said you were taking action early. Told me you'd explain later and asked me to find you."


"…You believe that?" she muttered, glancing at the woman. "Are you sure you brought me the right person?"


"Of course," I said smoothly. "But I'd appreciate some proof to support your claims. And while we're at it… instructions. With a proper explanation."


Sharp jawline. Button nose. Thin-rimmed glasses. She had that composed, almost academic aura—like a sexy librarian who knew far more than she let on.


"Drop a sample of your blood. Both of you. Wait two minutes."


She cut me off, rising to stand beside my sister.


"You are starting to sound like a broken recorder . And the answer to your question "


"That," she said calmly, "depends on you."


"You have a choice. Trust us… or don't."


"But from what I've heard, you were quite exceptional in your field. I hope you haven't lost that. Or what you'd call… muscle memory."


Then a dramatic threat or what some people would call words of pure worry.


Her voice dropped just enough to carry weight.


I lowered my gaze, hiding the storm behind my eyes.


"As I said," I murmured, "at your service, miss?"


Chapter 7 - at your service miss