[Silent Man’s POV]
I used to think I had simply taken the wrong path.
Not fate.Not a system error.Just one choice—standing half a step farther than the others.
It wasn’t until that day that I finally understood—
I hadn’t gone the wrong way.
This world had never intended to leave a path for me at all.
When the Rose Court opened before my eyes, I did not hesitate.
No fear.No surprise.
Because I was certain of one thing—
If I didn’t step inside, Hannah would die.
Not possibly.Not statistically.Not maybe.
Certainly.
That certainty was sharper than any prophecy.
Before I went in to save her, I stood in the night of the real world and thought.
The streets of the twenty-first century were still lit.Cars passed in the distance.Voices drifted by.The city breathed—steady, indifferent, alive.
This was not the fantasy continent.Not the Rose Alliance.Not a place where anyone could justify murder with the words “the survival of the world.”
This was where we lived.
And they intended to kill her here.
They called it a process.
They said the Rose War was not about destruction, but about rebooting.They said the world had once collapsed—elves vanished, nature fell out of balance, fear spread.They said that without sacrificing a core, everything would happen again.
I understood them.
I simply—
refused.
If saving the world requires trading one person’s life for stability,
then that world does not deserve to be saved.
At the very least, it does not deserve to take her.
I know how they see me.
A variable.A contamination source.A residue that should not exist.
A human who wasn’t fully deleted in the second cycle.A vampire who survived infection.An error drifting between three lines of fate, belonging to none.
I don’t deny it.
I am an error.
But even errors can choose.
And I chose her.
I could feel my blood growing restless.
Not hunger.
Anger.
Not hatred for the world, but disgust toward the idea of “of course.”
Why?
Why do you get to decide that her death is reasonable?
I have died for the world before.
The first time, I knelt among the roses and drove my sword into my own heart.I thought that was the end.
Instead, I was preserved—turned into a larger mistake.
The second time, I died on the battlefield to protect her.
The third time, I was dragged into the modern world.
Every death came with the same explanation:
“It’s necessary.”
Now I have only one answer—
Enough.
The gate to the Rose Court fully unfolded before me.
It was not a place.
It was a space made of memory.
The walls were recollections.The ground was sacrifice.The air carried every choice people had once believed to be right.
I stepped forward.
Restrictions lifted.
In that instant, my reason tore open.
Not loss of control.
But the end of suppression.
I stopped maintaining a human posture.Stopped pretending everything could be explained by reason.
My breathing deepened.My teeth cut into the inside of my lip.The taste of blood exploded across my mouth.
I knew what I was becoming.
I didn’t care.
The world presented its list before me.
Elimination Target: Silent Man Threat Level: Maximum Reason: Process violation, cycle disruption, refusal to reboot
I almost laughed.
So choosing one person makes me the enemy of the world?
Then this world is terribly fragile.
I saw Hannah being taken into the core of the Rose Court.
Her presence was a light that should not have existed there.
And in that moment—
her eyes erupted into pure gold.
Not fire.Not a miracle.
But a power that should not be allowed—and yet exists anyway.
I knew she was never meant to bear that weight.
That was the position the world forced her into.
I once said:
“If being with you means becoming the enemy of the world, then I’ll destroy the world.”
I hesitated.
Not because I didn’t mean it—
but because I understood the weight of those words.
I tried to push her out of my world.
Not because I didn’t love her—
but because I thought that was the only way she could live.
Now I know—
that was just another form of escape.
Because when she said,
“When mountains crumble and heaven collapses, only then would I dare to part from you,”
she was really saying:
“Don’t carry it alone.”
So now it’s my turn to act.
I raised my head and looked at the entities that had activated the elimination protocol.
They weren’t gods.
They weren’t judges.
They were just people who had accepted compromise earlier than we did.
“You want the world,” I said.
“I only want her.”
My voice was low—barely a declaration.
But clearer than any oath.
I walked forward.
One step.
The system began to collapse.
Processes failed.The Rose Memory generated massive error feedback.
Not because I was strong—
but because I stopped cooperating.
If this world must sacrifice her in order to continue,
then I will personally—
make this world stop.
I don’t know what the future holds.
I don’t know if I’ll survive.
I only know this:
In this twenty-first-century reality, while she is still breathing—
no world gets to take her.
Even if that means—
I become the enemy of the world itself, with no negotiation, and no compromise.
For one person.Against the world.
I have no regrets.
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and then Add to home screen.