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There are men who rule the world and then there was Jeon Jeongukk. Who ruled over those men.
Followed by money, attention, darkness and authority.
And accompanied by silence and fear.
Not a single word wasted.
Not a single emotion spared.
Just control.
Cold. Precise and Unforgiving.
Whenever his thumb dragged slowly across his lip, people didn't wait to understand. They ran to full fill his silent command.
Jeongukk never believed in mercy, neither he believed in God. He wasn't born into softness, rather he was placed into power.
At six years old, Jeongukk did not learn how to read bedtime stories or tie his shoelaces neatly. He learned how to sit still. That fear, if shown was weakness and weakness in his world was something that got erased. Easily.
They didn't raise him.
They sharpened and tested him.
A child in a world like that isn't loved for being gentle. He was measured for his usefulness. If he was of worth.
One time, when Jeongukk was about 8. He was brought into a dimly lit room. Where the air was heavy with blood. A man lying on the floor, on the verge of death.
"Watch carefully." his father said.
And he did. But Jeongukk wasn't watchina the violence. He was watching the man.
The panic, pleading and desperation leaking out of him like something fragile. Which annoyed him.
Because it was loud. Piercing his silence.
"Help me," the man croaked. Voice full of pain, almost choking on his own blood. Almost.
Looking at a child. Hoping him to be softer.
Jeongukk tilted his head, studied him for a bare seconds. There was no anger in his eyes. No confusion, no fear. Just calculation.
"You're going to die anyway," he said quietly.
Jeongguk stepped closer, small hands reaching out, not with kindness but with irritation. He didn't like noise. He didn't like mess. In that moment, he made a decision that no child should ever be capable of making.
Slitting the man's throat with a blood covered knife on the floor.
That was the day they stopped testing him because they understood that this wasn't a child being trained into darkness. It was him learning the reason of his existence.
By the time Jeongukk grew older, people whispered about him like a ghost that walked in the davlight, but the truth was far worse than rumors. Jeonaukk didn't become ruthless because the world made him.
He was given a choice to be evil, and he didn't hesitate.