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

A smooth voice, laced with an underlying threat, reached my ears.


"May I question the purpose of your visit?"


"Do I require a reason to speak with my beloved sister?"


How old is Snow White at the moment, Bb?


Now you answer without asking for a price, huh?


The butterfly gave what I swore was smug silence before replying—


[The comfort of choice is given to those who can afford it. Unlike a certain someone.]


"Hm. Now you remember you possess a sister…"


"…after spending your time lusting after her daughter?"


Not exactly my least preferred personality to wear.


experience said hesitation killed faster than blades.


"Well said by the woman envying the beauty of her own stepdaughter."


"Before I have you executed for tarnishing the Imperial family's reputation."


"Accusing the Mother of the Empire of envying the beauty of a child born to a consort."


So she had already likely made arrangements.


I leaned back into the sofa, then forward again, elbows on knees, posture lazy.


"…for someone who is planning an accidental death."


Her lower lip trembled once—not fear.


One hand moved sharply, snatching a nearby vase.


Her eyes skimmed over me with open contempt.


"You? With that timid little personality?"


So I leaned back and dragged the word out lazily—


"Do you really think someone timid could survive in that household?"


Chapter 14 - blood like water ?