In the year 2050, the nation was in turmoil.
Corruption, something once thought to have been wiped out, had clawed its way back into power.
Officials no longer even pretended to feel shame. They shamelessly drained the country’s wealth, lining their own pockets without a care.
Construction projects were abandoned, left to rot without explanation. The big cities, once dazzling with bright lights, were now nothing more than faded memories of the past.
Streets were cracked and broken, while public facilities stood neglected, gathering dust. For those in power, corruption wasn’t just a bad habit anymore, it was a trend. A necessity.
The law had long since lost its teeth. The “rats in suits” walked freely, throwing around the people’s money as if it were their own, protected by both authority and wealth.
Institutions that were supposed to be the last fortress of justice had collapsed into nothingness.
Court verdicts could be bought for the price of pocket change. Even murderers could walk free, as long as their bribes were fat enough.
For the common folk, life had become unbearable.
The poor and the middle class were nothing but milk cows, squeezed dry by greedy officials who never stopped hungering for more.
They worked themselves half to death, just like during the colonial era, only to watch their sweat and tears get stolen away.
The taxes they paid? They never came back in the form of proper public services. Not a single facility provided by the state was truly fit for the people.
That night, the capital’s main street was eerily quiet. And it wasn’t even late, it was just seven in the evening.
A light drizzle dampened the cracked asphalt, convincing people to stay shut inside their homes. Dim streetlights cast a gloomy glow across the ruined road, deepening the mysterious air of the night.
Inside a small convenience store near the edge of the city, a young girl with glasses was busy arranging snacks on the shelves.
Her pretty face lit up with a cheerful smile, as if the entire nation wasn’t on the verge of collapse.
From the side, an elderly woman approached, curiosity in her eyes. She held up a bag of long, stick-shaped snacks.
“Dear, does this come in another flavor? Something salty, maybe?” she asked.
The bespectacled girl smiled politely. “Sorry, Grandma. That one only comes in the original flavor. We’ve run out of the others.”
The old woman nodded gently. “Then I’ll take just this one.”
But elsewhere, beyond the towering walls of the mansions owned by the nation’s elites, the night was anything but quiet. Behind those walls, yet another lavish party was underway.
Extravagant and merry, as always. Parties like these would never end as long as the elites held power, because they were all funded by stolen money.
The president, once an idealist who dreamed of restoring the nation’s lost glory, now found himself trapped in a vicious circle.
He had declared war on corruption when he first took office… but those words had turned hollow. Everyone around him was already entangled in the web of rot, even his own aide.
No matter how hard he tried to enforce justice, reality crushed him every time. Corruption had taken root too deeply, sinking into every layer of government.
And yet… in the middle of despair, the president took a step no one could have predicted.
That very night, in a secret meeting with his most trusted advisors, he gave birth to an insane idea.
He ordered the creation of a hidden organization, a group that would hunt down and destroy corruption without mercy.
Its code name: The Youth League.
A harmless-sounding title meant to mask its true purpose.
Its members? Boys and girls freshly graduated from high school and vocational schools. Young people with official IDs, chosen not just for their intelligence or physical skill, but for their loyalty… and their love for justice.
Recruitment was carried out in secret, through channels so subtle that no one in government would ever notice.
And one of those recruits… was the girl working in that small convenience store.
After finishing her task of stocking shelves, she walked to the register.
“Dear, I’d like to pay for these,” the old woman said. Then, with a sharp glint in her eyes, she added, “And it seems your mission is about to begin tonight… Code Name Amaryllis.”
The girl froze, caught off guard but only for a moment. A faint smile curved her lips.
“Code Name Amaryllis, ready for duty,” she replied firmly.
She left the counter with swift steps, signaling to her co-worker stocking the fridge. The other girl nodded, instantly understanding. Once she was sure no one was watching, Amaryllis slipped into the employees’ room.
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Beyond it was a small chamber lined with lockers. She opened one marked with her codename.
Inside were her tools: a pair of high-tech glasses disguised as ordinary specs, boots embedded with special tech, a black combat uniform, and a sleek but deadly pistol.231Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpPoDQb7xSk
She quickly changed, replacing her glasses with the enhanced pair, reloading the pistol’s magazine, and tightening her uniform.
A voice crackled in her earpiece.
“Target spotted. A hundred meters from your location, inside a black sedan with police escort.”
“Understood. Code Name Amaryllis, moving out.”
She slipped through the back exit of the store, vanishing into the shadows of the night. Crossing the street, she entered an empty office building with her special ID card. The place was deserted. She slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the roof.
On the rooftop, she crouched at the edge and scanned the street below with her glasses. There it was, a black sedan, flanked by two police motorbikes.
Amaryllis took a step back, stretched her limbs, and bounced lightly on her heels.231Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtIO36qkHT
Her black uniform melted into the night, making her nearly invisible.
She took a deep breath, then pressed a button on her glasses to lock onto the target.231Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT69SZQsOnc
The sedan approached. The moment it passed beneath her, she ran forward and leapt from the rooftop.
Her boots balanced her mid-air. The instant she landed, ice shot out from her boots, freezing the ground beneath the police escorts’ bikes. Both officers toppled over, knocked unconscious.
Amaryllis drew her pistol in one fluid motion.
Bang!
Bang!
Two bullets shattered the sedan’s windshield. A woman’s scream rang out from inside.
Amaryllis strode forward calmly, making sure the target was eliminated.
“Code Name Amaryllis, mission complete.”
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