April 20, 2020.
Humanity held its collective breath as the rocket pierced the atmosphere. In a world still reeling from the scars of war, setting foot on the Moon was more than a scientific milestone—it was a miracle.
April 23, 2020.
The first footprints were pressed into the silent gray dust. The mission was a resounding success. The astronauts returned with priceless treasures: a 520g lunar rock and 2kg of lunar soil.
However, behind the routine geological reports, a terrifying secret was being suppressed in the world’s most advanced laboratories. Deep within the core of that lunar rock, scientists discovered an alien biological structure—a celestial microorganism they dubbed the "Moon Virus."
May 1, 2020.
Dawn broke to a shocking revelation: Every single specimen had vanished without a trace. The most stringent security measures had proven useless. Yet, amidst the chaos, humanity remained arrogant: "We’ve been there once; we can go again."
They had no idea that what they brought back was far more than just stone.
Chapter 2: A New Name Under the Night Sky
19:00, the same day.
In the heart of the "Entertainment Paradise"—a city of blinding neon lights where crimes are easily hidden beneath piles of cash.
High above the skyscrapers, a girl floated. Her body drifted weightlessly as if Earth’s gravity had no claim over her. From the pavement below, the Boss of a notorious entertainment empire watched with predatory greed. In his eyes, she wasn't a human being; she was a one-of-a-kind "gold mine."
"Get her!" he barked.
Bang! Bang!
Net guns tore through the air. Metallic mesh coiled around her fragile frame, dragging her down to the cold, hard ground. A lasso tightened around her wrists, and as she struggled, a high-voltage surge ripped through her body.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Her scream was drowned out by the Boss’s triumphant laughter.
"Do you want to be my slave?" he asked, his voice thick with cold authority.
"Who... are you?" she gasped, her eyes wide with terror.
"I am your Boss. I’ll give you food, a place to stay, and a job. All you have to do is bow down and serve me."
"I... I don't need those things."
Zzap! The electricity surged again, torturing her. The pain didn't just tear at her flesh; it eroded her will. Just as she was about to surrender, her lips trembling to utter the words that would end the agony—"I... I will..."—a voice intervened.
"You must not agree!"
A low, commanding voice cut through the grim atmosphere. Tehimosin emerged from the shadows, his gaze locked onto the Boss.
"If you agree now, you might escape this momentary pain, but you will endure a lifetime of suffering," Tehimosin said, each word piercing her consciousness. "You will lose your freedom. Everything you do will depend on his whims. When he’s happy, you’re a tool. When he’s angry, you’re a punching bag. That is the life of a slave. Is that truly what you want?"
Looking into Tehimosin’s eyes, the girl found an anchor in the storm. Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she shouted:
"I... DISAGREE!"
The Boss’s face contorted with rage. "Is that so? Fine. Execute her!"
Black muzzles aimed at her simultaneously. Time seemed to freeze.
Bang! Bang!
The dry crack of gunfire echoed. But instead of the searing heat of lead, she felt a pair of warm arms envelop her.
Tehimosin moved like a bolt of lightning, shielding her and whisking her away from the hail of bullets in an instant.
In a safe haven, the girl remained in shock. Her heart raced, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her slender shoulders wouldn't stop trembling. The images of the electric shocks and the cold muzzles haunted her mind. She kept glancing back, terrified that the darkness would swallow her again.
Tehimosin looked at her, asking softly to soothe her panic, "Do you like the Moon?"
The girl blinked, looking up at the night sky. "It’s... it’s beautiful. I like it very much."
A faint smile touched Tehimosin’s lips. "Then, I shall name you 'The Moon who likes the Moon.' DaljoaMoon."
"DaljoaMoon?" she repeated, curious.
"In Korean, Dal means Moon, and Joahada means to like. This name is more than just a label. It is a symbol of self-healing—of a soul finding itself after a nightmare."
The girl—now DaljoaMoon—looked at her hands. Her wounds still throbbed, but the new name brought a strange sense of power.
"Thank you... To me, it’s not just a name," she whispered, her gaze turning steady. "It’s a new beginning. From now on, I am no longer a victim. I am DaljoaMoon."
Chapter 3: The Rescued Souls
The doors to the base swung open. A soft, golden light spilled out, warming the tense atmosphere they had just escaped.
In the living room, four figures had been waiting. They held professional medical kits filled with sterile gauze, elastic bandages, and antiseptics. They stood in a perfect line, bowing deeply:
"Welcome home, Master!"
The synchronized greeting startled DaljoaMoon. She clung to Tehimosin’s arm, whispering in surprise, "Master? You are their Master?"
All four members—Nebelselle, HuaZessin, DeesSwano, and Gigyeumu—raised their heads. Their expressions shifted from reverence to shock at the sight of the stranger with him. Nebelselle, the most composed of the group, stepped forward, checking Tehimosin with concern.
"Master, you aren't injured today, are you?"
"Why do you ask that?" DaljoaMoon asked.
HuaZessin sighed softly, her eyes a mix of admiration and sorrow. "Because Master is always ready to sacrifice himself for others. He never cares about the scars on his own body."
Tehimosin smiled—a warm, radiant smile. He reached out and patted each of their heads, his voice deep and sincere. "I promise I won't let myself get hurt anymore. I won't make you all worry."
Suddenly, Gigyeumu—the girl with eyes as sharp as machinery—narrowed her gaze. Her pupils flickered with vibrant blue light.
"Activating Skill: Data Analysis Vision."
After scanning DaljoaMoon for a few seconds, Gigyeumu gasped. "Master... this girl... her molecular structure is identical to Lunar Soil!"
The room fell into a heavy silence. Tehimosin looked at DaljoaMoon and asked quietly, "Why were they so desperate to catch you earlier?"
"I don't really know..." DaljoaMoon lowered her head, her voice trembling. "When I opened my eyes, I was floating in the air. Then that man appeared. He spoke crazily about making me serve his entertainment empire."
So she has the ability to manipulate gravity, Tehimosin thought.
DeesSwano stepped closer, her eyes hardening. "They tried to capture you just for that? Humans... they never change."
DaljoaMoon was bewildered. "Is that... so strange?"
Nebelselle added bitterly, "Strange? Humans once framed me for causing natural disasters. They called me a monster and attacked me with the bloodiest weapons imaginable."
"As for me," HuaZessin clenched her fists, "I was set on fire by selfish people when I was just a child."
DeesSwano pointed to her old scars. "They cracked my skull open, blood was everywhere... and even then, they weren't satisfied. They used leather whips to tear my flesh apart just for their amusement."
Gigyeumu finished in a cold, monotone voice, "And I was betrayed, thrown into the deepest abyss of the ocean to be discarded like trash."
DaljoaMoon was horrified, tears welling in her eyes. "Then... how are you all still alive?"
The four girls smiled simultaneously, their eyes turning toward the man standing in the center of the room. "Then how are you still alive?"
"I... I was saved by him," DaljoaMoon whispered.
"As were we."
In that moment, DaljoaMoon truly understood the meaning behind the word "Master." It wasn't about bondage; it was about salvation. She turned and gripped Tehimosin’s arm, her voice clear as she called out: "Master!"
Gigyeumu looked out the window at the flickering neon lights of the city. "The world has changed. Perhaps humans have finally started getting used to the appearance of 'abnormal' entities like us."
Saturday, May 2, 2020.
[Scene: Prison Cell No. 47, 3:00 a.m.]
A shadow appeared in the corner of the cell. No sound. No breath.
The Vulture King (low, hoarse voice, like bones grinding against each other): You crave freedom so much that your soul shines in this darkness.
The Prisoner (startled, but not afraid—only curious): Who are you?
The Vulture King (steps closer, ignoring the question): You want to be free. No chains. No laws. No one above your head.
The Prisoner (eyes flashing): Can you do that?
The Vulture King (slowly nods): Only if you desire it. No signature. No blood. Just… a wish.
The Vulture King: Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
The Prisoner (without hesitation): I wish… to be free.
The Vulture King smiled. No light. No sound. Only darkness swallowing the entire room.
5:00 a.m., Saturday, May 2, 2020.
The Vulture King led the prisoner outside. The man was extremely happy.
The Vulture King: “So, your wish has been fulfilled.”
The Prisoner: “Yes.”
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began.
The ghost took over the person’s body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering spirit—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
Meanwhile, the victim’s soul was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, he was free, powerful, admired by all. But everything was too perfect.
No flaws. No time. Only repetition.
He began to realize: This was not the real world.
The Prisoner (screaming): Let me out! This is not freedom! This is… another prison!
[One week later – Saturday, May 9, 2020 – The city began to record unexplained deaths]
- People coughed up black blood.
- Their skin developed mottled patches as if being corroded.
- Hospitals were overwhelmed.
- No virus detected. No source identified.
The prisoner—now the Vulture Demon—walked through neighborhoods, hospitals, and crowds.
He did not need to touch anyone.
He only had to look, whisper, and the disease spread.
Saturday, May 16, 2020.
When news reached them that Black Wind Province (within the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) was suffering from a pandemic, the Master, along with Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon, went there.
DaljoaMoon had the ability to control gravity.
Because she could float like a bubble, Gigyeumu had created jet boots for her so she could control her flight direction at will.
The Master went with Nebelselle, because she has the technique “CLOUD RIDING.”
The Master intended for DaljoaMoon to act as a doctor to save people—that was why he chose her to come along.
However, upon arrival, DaljoaMoon still could not find a cure.
Suddenly, Nebelselle, flying above, spotted a demon.
The Master, Nebelselle, and DaljoaMoon approached the demon.
The Master: You are the one causing this pandemic, aren’t you?
The Vulture Demon roared, lifted a nearby car, and hurled it straight at them.
The Master ordered: DaljoaMoon, use Gravity Shield.
DaljoaMoon extended her hand forward, focusing all her willpower.
A zone of extreme gravity appeared, forming an invisible wall.
The car slammed into it and was instantly crushed into a mass of twisted metal before it could reach them.
The Vulture Demon panicked and turned to flee.
The Master: DaljoaMoon, use Gravity Increase.
A massive pressure slammed down on the demon’s shoulders, forcing him to his knees, unable to move.
Tehimosin stepped forward, his eyes cold.
“It’s over. DaljoaMoon, finish it with Moonlight Slash.”
A brilliant strike, like moonlight, tore through space.
The Vulture Demon was defeated, and a stone fell to the ground.
The Master used instant teleportation from the armband to summon Gigyeumu and ask her a question.
The Master: Gigyeumu, I choose you.
Gigyeumu appeared. The Master showed him the stone.
The Master asked: What kind of stone is this?
Gigyeumu activated his technique, “Data Analysis Eye.”
Gigyeumu replied: This is a Moon Stone.
The Master (deep in thought): So that demon earlier originated from outer space?
He glanced at DaljoaMoon, who was busy treating the injured, then quietly said to Gigyeumu: Gigyeumu, don’t tell DaljoaMoon about their origins, okay?
Gigyeumu: Yes, Master.
Pandemic 1 ended.
The prisoner awoke, but this time he felt relieved.
He realized that true freedom was not escaping iron bars, but escaping the envy within one’s own soul.
He returned to prison.
Monday, May 11, 2020.
[Scene: A slum on the outskirts of the city – a rainy night]
A poor man who made a living collecting scrap sat huddled under a torn awning.
In his hands was a hospital bill for his mother—an amount so large that it drove him to despair.
He whispered into the rain: “If only I had money… just once…”
A tall shadow appeared behind him.
A thin figure, a long neck, a head crowned with a rusted golden crown, a hunched back as if carrying an entire desert on its shoulders.
It was the Camel King—the ghost of greed.
The Camel King (a hoarse voice, stretched like desert wind): You called me with the moans of money. Do you want to be rich?
The Poor Man (startled, turning around): Wh… who’s there? Who are you?
The Camel King (stepping out of the darkness, not answering): You want money. How much?
The Poor Man (eyes lighting up): As much as possible! Enough to save my mother… and live like other people!
The Camel King (chuckling softly): Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
The Poor Man (without hesitation): I wish… to have a lot of money. Money that never runs out.
[The next morning – Tuesday, May 12, 2020]
The poor man appeared wearing a suit, a gold watch, driving a luxury car.
He began buying land, houses, hospitals, schools—everything with cash.
Everyone wanted to be like him.
The Camel King: So, I have fulfilled your wish.
The Poor Man: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began.
The ghost took over the man’s body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering spirit—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
Meanwhile, the victim’s soul was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, the poor man woke up in a luxurious mansion, owned dozens of supercars, and was served by a whole staff of servants.
His mother was healthy. He had everything.
But he began to notice something strange.
He tried to withdraw money. The banknotes turned into sand.
He tried to open a door. The door led back to the same room he had just left.
The poor man panicked and shouted: “What is this? This money isn’t real!”
The Poor Man: “I… I was tricked…”
But it was too late. He could not wake up. He could not escape. He could not die.
Only the endless repetition of a dream of wealth with no one to share it with.
[One week later – Tuesday, May 19, 2020 – The pandemic began]
People who had once received money from the “Poor Man” began to lose their hair.Their skin dried and cracked like scorched sand.
Their internal organs were corroded as if by chemicals.
Hospitals could not treat it. No virus. No bacteria.
Only death, dry and barren like the desert.
People called it “Golden Sand Syndrome”—because tiny golden grains were found in the victims’ blood.
The Camel King, now the Camel Demon, stood atop the highest floor of a financial tower, looking down at a city rotting from greed.
The Camel Demon: Money doesn’t kill people. Greed is what makes you burn yourselves.
The disease spread, originating from the “golden” money distributed by the Camel Demon.
Tuesday, May 26, 2020.
Upon hearing that Golden Sand Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to go with him.
Although DaljoaMoon had been guided by the Master to become a doctor, she still had no way to stop this pandemic.
From above, Nebelselle spotted a demon hiding within the city.
They knew: once it was defeated, the pandemic would end.
The Master: Nebelselle, use “Freezing Mist.”
Nebelselle released an icy mist that spread through the air. Everything it touched was frozen, slowed, and damaged.
The Camel Demon was engulfed in ice, then shattered like cold glass.
When the Camel Demon was destroyed, another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 2 ended.
The poor man woke up, but this time he felt relieved. His mother was still alive—she had been treated.
He realized that true wealth was not having endless money, but knowing how to cherish what one already had.
He understood that bottomless greed was what led people astray, while love and inner fulfillment were what kept one true to oneself.
He returned to the torn awning, beside his mother who had been saved.
The mother was not sad that her son had lost everything.
She looked at her son—thin, in worn clothes, but with clear and peaceful eyes—and she understood.
She did not need money.
She only needed her son to remain himself, to still know how to love, to still be here beside her, taking care of her.
She held his hand and said: I don’t need you to be rich. I only need you to live with kindness.
Tuesday, May 12, 2020.
[Scene: A damp alley behind an abandoned industrial zone – midnight]
LinK, a young woman who had once been a victim of school bullying, rejected by society, survived by working as a hired dishwasher.
She was timid and quiet, but inside her burned a raging resentment.
She sat curled up among piles of trash, holding an old sheet of paper in her hand—a list of those who had shattered her life.
She whispered, like a curse: I don’t need to live better… I just want them to suffer the way I once did.
A faint clicking sound, like claws scraping against flesh, echoed.
From a sewer crack crawled a small creature—its back swollen, skin rough like a crustacean shell, legs bent at many joints, eyes red as blood, tiny teeth sharp like needles.
It was the Tick King—the ghost of hatred, bearing the form of a blood?sucking dog tick.
The Tick King (whispering, a hiss deep in the throat): You summoned me with dried blood and tears. Do you seek revenge?
LinK (lifting her head, eyes reddened): I want them to suffer. To be afraid. To disappear.
The Tick King (crawling closer, voice sharpening): Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
LinK (without hesitation): I wish… to take revenge on those who bullied me. I want them to suffer, just as I suffered!
The Tick King: Too easy. Let me take revenge for you.
LinK said nothing.
She only nodded—a nod as light as the wind… yet enough to open the gate for evil.
[The next morning – Wednesday, May 13, 2020]
LinK appeared at her old school, her former workplace, her old neighborhood.
She said nothing. She only looked.
And then, one by one, the names on the list began to disappear.
She only needed to look at anyone with hatred in her eyes, and the Tick King would immediately make that person vanish.
The Tick King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
LinK: That’s not enough. Destroy their families as well!
The Tick King (sighing): You are right. Families that fail to teach their children deserve to be erased.
The Tick King made those people disappear.
The Tick King asked again: So I have fulfilled your wish?
LinK: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began.
The ghost seized the person’s body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering spirit—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
Meanwhile, the victim’s soul was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
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In the dream, she herself was the one taking revenge. She laughed. She triumphed.
But she realized that those she had taken revenge on kept returning.
She screamed: Why won’t they disappear? This isn’t revenge—what is this?!
Every day was the same. The same scene. The same pain repeating.
She began to realize: This was not victory. This was hell wrapped in illusion.
[One week later – Wednesday, May 20, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- Those who had been made to disappear by the Tick King (bullies, abusers, those who trampled others, …) reappeared and began showing symptoms such as severe itching, countless tiny bite marks, then exhaustion, hair loss, and skin shriveling as if drained of blood.
- Upon death, hundreds of small ticks emerged from their bodies—crawling out of their eyes, ears, and mouths.
- People panicked. No one knew the cause.
A strange disease spread—those who had once hurt others died slowly as their blood was drained from the inside, their corpses becoming living nests of ticks.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020.
When news reached them that Doggrudge Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
They knew the origin of the pandemic, so they sought out the demon to destroy it.
The Master: HuaZessin, I choose you.
Through instant teleportation, the Master summoned her from his earring. She appeared immediately.
The Master: HuaZessin, use “Parasitic Seed.”
HuaZessin released tiny seeds that clung to the enemy’s body.
Upon contact with flesh or life energy, the seeds germinated at extreme speed, sprouting roots and spreading throughout the target’s body—binding or paralyzing it like a form of parasitic plant life.
Once rooted, they drained the opponent’s life energy, steadily weakening them.
The Master: HuaZessin, finish it with “World?Annihilating Fireworks.”
HuaZessin gathered all plant energy from the surrounding environment—from grass, trees, roots, flowers, even seeds in the air—and compressed it into a massive sphere of life energy, blazing like a green sun.
When released, it tore through space, forming a spiral beam like a storm of vegetation, carrying roots, leaves, and light.
Upon impact, the target was disintegrated into biological dust, dissolving back into nature—as if “recycled” by Mother Nature.
The Tick Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 3 ended.
LinK woke up, but this time she no longer felt anger.
She realized that revenge did not heal wounds—it only caused pain to repeat itself in another form.
She understood that hatred did not make her stronger, but only turned her into a shadow of those who had once hurt her.
She returned to the old alley, amid trash and darkness, yet her heart was no longer filled with hatred.
Thursday, May 28, 2020.
[Scene: A cramped, messy rented room, dimly lit by a phone screen – midnight]
Ti, an unemployed young man, lived off financial support from relatives, spending his days lying around, playing games, and scrolling through social media.
He hated society, hated going outside, hated having to make any effort.
In his mind, there was only one wish: If only I didn’t have to do anything and still had food, money, pleasure…
From the dark corner of the room came a snorting sound, like a wild boar rooting the ground.
A massive creature appeared—thick fur, skin as tough as pig hide, cloudy eyes, a belly swollen as if about to burst, its mouth constantly chewing noisily.
It was the Pig King—the ghost of sloth.
The Wild Pig King (a gurgling voice, as if coming from a throat clogged with fat):You summoned me with the sighs of one who does not wish to live… only to exist.
Ti (lazily turning his head, eyes dull): Who are you? A ghost? Go away…
The Pig King: I am the one who turns your wish into reality. Now tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
Ti (indifferently): I wish… to eat without working.
The Pig King: The wish is accepted. You will no longer need to try. Everything will come… like a meal already served.
[The next morning – Friday, May 29, 2020]
Ti appeared on social media, livestreaming himself eating, spending money, enjoying life.
He became a phenomenon.
Everyone envied him. Everyone wanted to be like him.
The Pig King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
Ti: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began. The ghost took over his body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering spirit—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
The victim’s soul, meanwhile, was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, everything was provided: food, money, comfort.
He did not need to do anything. He only needed to lie down.
Ti could even make food jump directly into his mouth.
At first he was delighted, but soon he began to feel something was wrong.
The food in the dream never ran out, but he could not leave the palace, and the bed seemed glued to his body.
The longer he lay there, the heavier his body became, until he could no longer move.
He screamed: Why can’t I move? This food… it isn’t real!
Ti: I… I don’t want this anymore… I want to stand up…
[One week later – Friday, June 5, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- People who imitated the lifestyle of “eating without working” began to gain abnormal weight, lost the ability to move, their skin turned ash?gray, and their bellies swelled as if stuffed from the inside.
- They could not stop eating, could not leave their beds, and eventually suffocated within their own bodies.
- A pandemic spread—lazy individuals were turned into hosts for “parasitic wild pigs,” dying slowly in their own decay.
Friday, June 12, 2020.
When news reached them that Fat Boar Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
They split up to search for the demon. Whoever found it first would notify the others.
This time, the Master found the demon first.
The Master: DeesSwano, I choose you.
She was immediately summoned through an instant?teleportation device—an earpiece.
The Master: DeesSwano, use “Overwhelming Sound Wave.”
DeesSwano focused sound energy in her throat, then released an ultra?high?frequency sound wave that spread outward in a cone or circular pattern.
The wave tore through the air, creating extreme acoustic pressure that caused everything within its range to vibrate violently and become paralyzed.
The Master: Finish it with “Death Frequency.”
DeesSwano entered a state of Absolute Silence—all surrounding sounds vanished completely.
In that instant, she released an ultra?high sound frequency beyond human hearing, precisely calibrated to resonate with the target’s heartbeat, brain waves, and living cells.
The attack was completely invisible—no light, no shockwave—only the sensation of suffocation and extreme pain.
The sound disrupted the nervous system, stopped the heart, ruptured capillaries, or caused cells to disintegrate from within.
This was a finishing move—no wide?area damage, but impossible to resist once the target was locked.
The Pig Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 4 ended.
Ti woke up, but this time he no longer felt pleasure.
He realized that living without effort was not happiness, but the slow decay of one’s own soul.
He understood that laziness was not rest, but surrender to life itself.
He returned to the cramped rented room, with no money and no comfort, but for the first time, he stood up, walked outside, and began looking for a job.
Saturday, June 13, 2020.
[Scene: An old rented room, dim yellow light – near midnight]
Ha, a middle?aged woman living alone, had been betrayed by her husband, abandoned by her children, and forgotten by society.
Every night, she sat in front of a decaying wooden table, staring at an old family photograph, whispering:
“I don’t need anyone to understand me. I just want to be happy… even if only once.”
A heavy, snorting breath sounded behind her.
A massive creature appeared—skin thick like concrete, the head of a bull with curved horns, eyes clouded like milk, its mouth constantly chewing something unseen.
It was the Bull King—the ghost of selfishness.
The Bull King (a deep, slow voice, echoing like from the bottom of a well):
“You summoned me with the sighs of one who has nothing left to lose. Do you want happiness?”
Ha (not turning around, her voice hoarse): I want to be loved. To live like other people.
The Bull King (stepping closer, the sour smell of spoiled milk spreading): Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
Ha (without hesitation): I wish… to have happiness.
[The next morning – Sunday, June 14, 2020]
She appeared across social media, television, and newspapers—always smiling, always loved, always admired.
She became the symbol of “the happiest woman in the world.”
The Bull King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
Ha: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began. The ghost took over her body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering spirit—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
The victim’s soul, meanwhile, was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, she woke up in a beautiful house, children and grandchildren gathered around, laughter filling the air.
She was loved, cared for, and lived as if in a dream.
Ha, though immersed in happiness, began to feel uneasy.
She realized that the house in the dream had no doors, and everything seemed to repeat itself, hollow and lifeless.
She shouted: Why do I feel so empty? This happiness… it isn’t real!
But it was too late.
She had chosen happiness that needed no one else, and now she was imprisoned in a world where only she herself was real.
She lived forever in a dream of false happiness, where everything was perfect but had no soul.
[One week later – Sunday, June 21, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- People who had once come into contact with “Ha” began to lose all emotions. They no longer felt sadness, joy, anger, or love—only numbness and emptiness.
- They did not die, but they were no longer alive—existing merely as walking corpses with no purpose, no meaning.
- People called it “Hollow Heart Syndrome”—a spiritual illness with no cure.
A pandemic spread—those who had contacted the Bull Demon gradually lost their emotions, becoming “empty shells” devoid of humanity.
Sunday, June 28, 2020.
When news reached them that Empty Dream Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
This time, the Master chose Gigyeumu to fight.
The Master: Gigyeumu, activate “Enhancement Mode.”
Gigyeumu activated the enhancement mode, boosting strength, speed, and reflexes, making him nearly unstoppable.
The Master: Gigyeumu, use “Heaven?Shattering Fist.”
Gigyeumu unleashed the full mechanical power of one million horsepower into a single punch, accelerated by pistons, gears, and maximum assist mechanisms.
The punch could pierce any armor, destroy mountains or warships, and generate a massive shockwave spreading hundreds of meters.
Gigyeumu struck once, sending the Bull Demon flying straight into the air.
The Bull Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 5 ended.
Ha awakened—but this time, she no longer sought happiness through others’ eyes.
She realized that happiness wasn’t being loved by everyone—it was learning to love herself, even when alone.
She understood that a perfect life without truth was just a hollow mask, and that emotions—even painful ones—were what made life real.
She returned to her old rental room—still alone—but for the first time, she smiled genuinely.
Yes, life was like that. Whether joyful or sorrowful, memories filled the emptiness within us.
So… would you want to live a life that’s empty and meaningless?
Monday, June 29, 2020.
[Scene: A dark rented room, walls covered with posters of beautiful women, blue light from a phone screen – midnight]
Ka, a 24?year?old man, unattractive with protruding teeth, narrow single?lidded eyes, a thin body, messy hair, and no charm, was ignored by society and women alike.
He spent his days scrolling the internet, looking at celebrity photos, fantasizing about love, while inside him burned jealousy and possessive desire.
He nurtured an intense lust to be loved by many beautiful women, even though he knew it was unrealistic.
He whispered: I don’t need anyone to truly love me… I just need them to belong to me… all of them…
A cackling laugh, like that of an old monkey, echoed.
From the ceiling appeared a creature with a humanoid monkey form—its face wrinkled like a wooden mask, eyes completely white, arms unnaturally long, a tail coiled around its neck like a rope.
It was the Monkey King—the ghost of lust.
The Monkey King (a shrill voice, mimicking human speech): You summoned me with the groans of one starving for love. Do you want to be loved?
The Monkey King (crawling closer, giggling): Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
Ka (eyes lighting up, voice trembling): I wish… to have many girls love me. No reason needed. No sincerity required. I just want them to never leave me.
[The next morning – Tuesday, June 30, 2020]
He dressed sharply, appeared on social media, and was pursued by thousands of girls.He became the symbol of “the most attractive man on the internet.”
He deceived many girls who were obsessed with handsome men into loving him.
The Monkey King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
Ka: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began. The ghost took over his body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering soul—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
The victim’s soul, meanwhile, was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, he became the center of attention: a luxurious mansion, surrounded by hundreds of beautiful women laughing, flattering, pampering, embracing him, and competing to confess their love.
Ka laughed foolishly and shouted: Haha, this is paradise!
Ka, though immersed, began to sense something was wrong.
The girls in the dream all looked the same, their words of love repeated mechanically, and he could not leave the mansion.
He screamed: Why do they keep repeating? I don’t want this fake love!
But it was too late.
He had chosen to be loved without loving back, and now he was imprisoned in a world where everything was an illusion.
[One week later – Tuesday, July 7, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- Girls who had once “loved” him began to lose their memories, emotions, and ability to love, as if their hearts had been drained.
- Some people vanished without a trace, leaving claw marks like those of a monkey on the walls and a stench like an animal cage.
- People called it “Hollow Love Syndrome”—a spiritual illness that drove people into obsessive love and then madness.
A pandemic spread—those who had loved the Monkey Demon lost the ability to love, becoming emotionless “empty shells.”
Tuesday, July 14, 2020.
When news reached them that Lovesick Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
The Master: DaljoaMoon, use “Lunar Freeze.”
The technique froze the target down to –173°C, making all matter brittle like glass.With even a light impact, it shattered like stardust.
The Monkey Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 6 ended.
Ka woke up, but this time he no longer craved being loved.
He realized that love was not possession, nor something that could be forced or borrowed from the gaze of others.
He understood that true love did not come from appearance or admiration, but from sincerity and learning to love oneself.
He returned to the dark rented room, still alone, but for the first time, he looked into the mirror without hating himself.
Wednesday, July 15, 2020.
[Scene: A small rented room, red light flashing from a sign outside the window – midnight]
The Proud One, a man once looked down upon because of his lowly background, mocked for having grand dreams, now lived in bitterness and loneliness, yet still carried a smoldering pride within.
He nurtured his arrogance to hide his wounds, constantly telling himself that he was “still above” those who had humiliated him.
The Proud One sat before a mirror, staring at himself, whispering:
“They laughed at me back then… Now I want them to kneel, to beg, to… die.”
A faint buzzing sound, like metal scraping against metal, filled the air.
From the crack of the door flew in a small creature—a gigantic mosquito with a human torso, razor?thin wings, eyes red as blood, a mouth long like a needle, and a bloated abdomen filled with dark veins.
It was the Mosquito King—the ghost of pride.
The Mosquito King (whispering, like a hiss in the ear): You summoned me with the hot blood of crushed self?esteem. Do you seek revenge?
The Proud One (raising his head, eyes burning): No. I want them to know… that I am the most terrifying thing they ever dared to look down on.
The Mosquito King (circling in the air, leaving streaks of blood suspended): Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
The Proud One: I wish… that those who once dared to despise me must die.
The Mosquito King (a shrill, seductive voice): Kill those who despised you? Easy. I can make them kneel for mercy, watch their dignity shatter.
[The next morning – Thursday, July 16, 2020]
The Proud One dressed in luxury and authority, his gaze sharp as a blade.
He returned to the places where he had once been humiliated, meeting those who had looked down on him.
He was tempted by promises of punishing others to prove his worth.
Whenever the Proud One appeared and they resumed their contempt, the Mosquito King erased them instantly.
The Proud One felt immense satisfaction, leading the Mosquito King from one act of revenge to another.
After it was done—
The Mosquito King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
The Proud One: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began. The ghost seized his body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering soul—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
Meanwhile, the victim’s soul was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, he became an absolute ruler, standing atop a tower, looking down at those who once despised him being brutally punished.
They knelt, begged for forgiveness, apologized, cried, pleaded—their dignity destroyed, their lives collapsing.
The Proud One laughed loudly and shouted: Haha! You deserve it! I’m the one above now!
Those punished in the dream repeated their apologies hollowly, and the tower grew increasingly suffocating, with no way out.
He screamed: Why won’t they disappear? Why is this revenge like this?!
He realized: Being worshipped was not the same as being acknowledged. Being feared was not the same as being respected.
But it was too late.
He had chosen to become a blood?sucker, and now was imprisoned on the lonely throne of his own illusion.
[One week later – Thursday, July 23, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- People who had once come into contact with “him” developed high fevers, red rashes, then ruptured blood vessels, dying in agony as if drained of blood from within.
- Small needle?like bite marks appeared on their bodies, yet no virus or bacteria was found.
- People called it “Black Blood Syndrome”—the victims’ blood turned black, coagulated, and emitted a buzzing sound when exposed to light.
A pandemic spread—those who had been arrogant, who had trampled others, died slowly as their blood was drained away.
Thursday, July 30, 2020.
When news reached them that Black Blood Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
The Master: DaljoaMoon, use “Lunar Flare.”
The technique generated ultra?fast thermal waves, raising the target’s temperature to 127°C (approximately 400 K) in an instant.
The sudden temperature spike caused violent expansion, making the target explode from within—like the Moon’s surface cracking open at dawn.
The Mosquito Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 7 ended.
The Proud One awoke, but this time he no longer wanted to prove anything to anyone.
He realized that recognition does not come from fear, but from kindness and genuine effort.
He understood that pride itself is not wrong, but when driven by hatred, it only turns a person into a lonely ruler on an imaginary throne.
He returned to the old rented room, with no power and no admiring eyes—but for the first time, he bowed his head, not in defeat, but in understanding.
Friday, July 31, 2020.
[Scene: A massive landfill on the outskirts of the city – a rainy night]
A homeless man, thin and starving, rummaged through piles of trash in search of leftover food.
His stomach churned in waves, his hands trembled, his mouth was dry.
He whispered, like a desperate prayer: Just one good meal… just once…
A dense buzzing filled the air.
Not a single fly—but an entire swarm, gathering into a human shape.
A gigantic creature emerged, its bulging compound eyes like convex mirrors, wings thin as blades, a swollen abdomen filled with slimy fluid.
It was the Fly King, the lord of decay.
The Fly King (a voice echoing like thousands of flies whispering at once): You summoned me with the boiling of an empty stomach. Do you want to eat well?
The Fly King (a deep, tempting voice): I can give you a royal feast—eating every day, forever full.
The Fly King: Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
The Homeless Man (eyes wide, lips trembling): I wish… to eat. Not trash. Real food. Delicious. A lot. Never ending.
The Fly King (circling, leaving trails of slime): Your wish is accepted. You will eat… forever.
[The next morning – Saturday, August 1, 2020]
The homeless man, now well?fed and dressed luxuriously, appeared on social media under the nickname “The Bottomless Saint of Eating.”
He ate everything—from rare delicacies to things no one dared to touch.
He was never full. Never stopped.
The Fly King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
The Homeless Man: Yes.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began.
The ghost seized his body and transformed into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering soul—but a living entity, able to touch the real world.
Meanwhile, the victim’s soul was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, the homeless man woke up in a magnificent hall, an endless banquet table overflowing with food.
He ate. And ate. No one stopped him. No one spoke.
But the more he ate, the more the food rotted, the more flies gathered, the stronger the stench, the worse the pain in his stomach became.
The Homeless Man: I… I don’t want this anymore… I’m full… I want to stop…
But he could not.
His hands automatically grabbed food. His mouth automatically chewed. His throat automatically swallowed.
He no longer controlled himself.
The homeless man lived forever in an endless banquet, where eating was pain, fullness was torture, and stopping was impossible.
[One week later – Saturday, August 8, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- People who had once eaten with “Nam” began vomiting flies, their abdomens swelling, their eyes transforming into compound eyes, their skin breaking out in hive?like rashes.
- They could not stop eating, yet everything they consumed turned into flies inside their bodies, destroying their organs from within.
- People called it “Rotting Feast Syndrome”—a disease that spread through food, breath, and greedy gazes.
A pandemic spread—those consumed by gluttony were turned into living fly nests, dying in the decay of their own desire.
Saturday, August 15, 2020.
When news reached them that Rotgut Province (belonging to the country known as the Land of Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master again chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
This Fly Demon was extremely dangerous, possessing a technique called “Reflex Eyes.”
The technique was so powerful that no attack could land on him.
But the Master still had a way to counter Reflex Eyes.
The Master: DaljoaMoon, use “Lunar Eclipse Assault.”
The technique activated when light was obscured or during the transition between day and night.
DaljoaMoon created a simulated zone of darkness like a lunar eclipse, completely absorbing all light.
Within this dark zone, the target lost orientation, sensation, and vision, becoming vulnerable.
Then, a sudden strike from within the darkness pierced the defenses, ending the target in an instant.
The Master: Nebelselle, use the finishing move “Super?Pressure Steam.”
Nebelselle compressed water vapor into an ultra?high?pressure mist, then superheated it to hundreds of degrees Celsius in an instant.
When the superheated steam entered the target’s body through breathing and pores, it boiled blood and internal fluids, causing the body to swell and explode—like glass heated red?hot and then doused with cold water.
The Fly Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell to the ground.
Pandemic 8 ended.
The homeless man awoke, but this time he was no longer hungry.
He realized that a full stomach did not mean fulfillment, and endless eating only caused one to lose oneself.
He understood that uncontrolled craving was not life, but another form of death.
He returned to the old landfill, still hungry, still cold—but for the first time, he knew how to stop, and felt grateful that he was still human.
Sunday, August 16, 2020.
[Scene: Hospital Room 12, Intensive Care Unit – 3:00 a.m.]
Mr. La (90 years old), a frail elderly patient with a terminal late-stage illness, lay motionless on the hospital bed. The ventilator hummed steadily. The doctors said he only had a few days left. But in his eyes there was still a spark—he did not want to die.
He whispered, almost voiceless: I… don’t want to go yet… I want to live.
A small crowing sound, hoarse as if being strangled, echoed in the room. From the darkness, a creature appeared—a gigantic wild rooster, with shaggy feathers, a beak sharp as a blade, blazing golden eyes, wings covered in decayed plumage, thin legs but claws as sharp as fishhooks.
It was the Rooster King—the ghost of the craving for immortality.
Rooster King (raspy voice, ringing like a crow echoing from hell): You called me with your final breath. Do you want to live?
Mr. La (eyes wide, voice weak): I… I’m not ready yet… I want to live… more…
Rooster King (stepping closer, claws lightly scraping the tiled floor): Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it.
Mr. La: I wish… to live long.
Rooster King: The wish is accepted. I can give you a whole lifetime of immortality—forever young, forever healthy!
[The next morning – Monday, August 17, 2020]
A man identical to him, but younger (now 20 years old), healthy, appeared in a remote rural area.
He was very happy.
Rooster King: So I have fulfilled your wish.
Mr. La: That’s right.
When the wish was confirmed as completed, an exchange began: the ghost would seize that person’s body and turn into a demon.
He was no longer a wandering soul—he was a living entity that could touch the real world.
Meanwhile, the victim’s soul was trapped forever inside a dream with no escape.
In the dream, he woke up in a young, healthy body. No more illness. No more pain. But… no one recognized him, no one remembered him, no one believed he had ever existed.
He lived forever. Year after year. But he could not connect with anyone, could not die, could not forget.
Mr. La: I… only wanted to live a little longer… not… forever…
Mr. La lived endlessly in a world where no one remembered him, no one died, no one lived—only time stretching on like torture.
[One week later – Monday, August 24, 2020 – The pandemic began]
- People who had come into contact with “Mr. Lam” began to age rapidly: skin wrinkled, bones hollowed, memories faded, then they died as if they had lived too long.
- People called it “Reverse Aging Syndrome”—no one knew the cause, only that lifespan was shortened after meeting “that person.”
A pandemic spread—people who had come into contact with the Wild Rooster Demon died from accelerated aging, as if their lifespans had been stolen.
7:00 a.m., Monday, August 31, 2020.
When news reached them that Longevity Province (belonging to the country known as the Entertainment Paradise) had a pandemic, the Master still chose Nebelselle and DaljoaMoon to accompany him.
Master: HuaZessin, I choose you.
Master: HuaZessin, use the technique “Wood King Binding.”
HuaZessin summoned gigantic vines from the ground, tightly binding the enemy and making them unable to move.
Master: HuaZessin, finish with the technique “Nature’s Mausoleum.”
HuaZessin summoned an ancient divine tree from deep underground, as tall as a mountain, its roots spreading like a labyrinth. Gigantic vines erupted from every direction, binding the target and dragging them underground.
There, a “living mausoleum” formed—roots wove into walls, flowers grew into a domed ceiling, and sharp thorns sprouted from all sides.
In the final moment, thorns pierced the body, and the divine tree bloomed from the target’s remains, sealing them forever beneath the earth as part of the forest.
Finishing effect:
- Not only killing—but also burying, absorbing, and assimilating the target into nature.
- After the technique ends, a colossal flowering tree grows where the target is finished, like a living gravestone.
The Rooster Demon was defeated, and another Moon Stone fell out.
Pandemic 9 ended.
The Master held the Moon Stone in his hand: I wonder how many Moon Stones are left…
When the nine stones were gathered in one place, they began to move. They floated in the air, all pointing toward the same direction.
The Master, along with HuaZessin, Nebelselle, and DaljoaMoon, chased after them to see where they were going.
Mr. La woke up, but this time he was no longer afraid of death. He realized that living forever was not living, but prolonging an endless loneliness.
He understood that the value of life was not in its length, but in moments of being loved, being remembered, and living fully.
He returned to the hospital bed, still weak, still old, but for the first time he closed his eyes without regret.
7:00 p.m., Monday, August 31, 2020. In Heartless Province (belonging to the country known as the Entertainment Paradise).
Then the nine Moon Stones orbited around one Moon Stone. With the naked eye, the nine small stones could be seen circling a single large stone, and finally they fused into one single Moon Stone.
The Moon Stone spoke: You are the ones who destroyed my plan.
Under normal logic, the Raven King could not become the Raven Demon before a wish was confirmed as successfully fulfilled, but it had absorbed the other nine Moon Stones, so it gained a special privilege.
The Raven King became the Raven Demon. The Raven Demon, furious, attacked Tehimosin’s group (HuaZessin, Nebelselle, and DaljoaMoon).
Tehimosin: Wait, I want to understand everything. Can you tell me?
The Raven Demon agreed: Before I die, I will tell you everything, so that when you die you can close your eyes.
The Raven Demon began to recount everything. It was around 8:00 p.m., Friday, May 1, 2020.
[Scene: A small village, rain falling, an old decayed wooden house – late afternoon]
A 7-year-old boy named An lived in a poor family. He was abused by his parents, despised by neighbors, and avoided by friends. He did not understand why he was hated; he only knew that this world was cruel.
One day, after being beaten and starved by his family, he sat alone in a corner of the house, staring out at the gray rain, tears streaming down, whispering:“I wish… all humans… would die…”
Not out of hatred, but out of innocence—thinking that if no one remained, he would not have to suffer anymore. An was timid and easily hurt, but there was a hidden toughness within him.
From the darkness, a pitch-black spirit appeared. It had not yet taken a complete form—only a mass of shadow with blood-red eyes, and raven wings that had not fully grown their feathers.
That was the Raven King, the first spirit born from pure rage, possessing superior intelligence.
Raven King: I heard your wish.
Raven King: A pure wish… not from greed, not from hatred, not from lust… only… wanting everything to vanish.
Raven King: Wanting to free humans from suffering.
Raven King: I can do that.
Raven King: Let me confirm your wish again: ‘All humans die,’ right? That is a big wish, kid. But I can do it.
Raven King: I will carry it out. I will erase humanity.
The Raven King raised its hand. The sky darkened. The ground trembled. But… nothing happened.
It tried again. Again. Again. But humans still existed.
Raven King: Impossible… This wish truly is too great.
An (a weak voice, as if he had no strength left): You can’t do it? Then forget it.
After that, An died. The Raven King used its power to seal An’s corpse. The Raven King buried the boy properly and respectfully.
The Raven King knew that with only itself, it could not kill all humans on Earth.
The Raven King returned to its true form: a Moon Stone weighing about 520 g, splitting into 10 stones.
The Raven King’s Moon Stone was the largest—because it was the leader, the heaviest at 70 g, while the remaining nine Moon Stones weighed only 50 g each.
The Raven King—using its intelligence—knew that the way to kill the most people was to create a pandemic.
The Raven King was the fated leader of the demonic pandemics.
From then on, other ghosts began to appear—each carrying a fragment of negative intent from the original wish of the boy An:
- Envy → The Vulture King.
- Greed → The Camel King.
- Hatred → The Dog Tick King.
- Sloth → The Pig King.
- Selfish Craving for Happiness → The Bull King.
- Lust → The Monkey King.
- Pride → The Mosquito King.
- Gluttony → The Fly King.
- The Craving for Immortality → The Rooster King.
Each ghost was a fragment of the wish becoming real.
10:00 p.m., Monday, August 31, 2020.
Nebelselle: That is why they are so weak.
Master: That’s right, because their original purpose in being created was to cause pandemics.
HuaZessin: Every time we fight, they always try to run away.
DaljoaMoon: If there is a next time, make demons that are truly strong.
Master: DaljoaMoon, speak humbly. On her behalf, I apologize.
But the Raven Demon’s predecessor was Rage, and it was easily provoked, so it charged in to attack: Die.
Tehimosin knew that because it was the boy’s final wish, the Raven Demon wanted to erase the human race.
But to protect humanity, they had no choice but to destroy the Raven Demon.
Master: DeesSwano, I choose you.
DeesSwano (yawning): It’s bedtime. Let’s go home and sleep, Master.
Master: We must defeat the leader of the pandemics first.
Master: DeesSwano, use the technique “Demonic Scream.”
DeesSwano unleashed a horrifying scream, stunning the enemy and removing its ability to fight for a period of time.
Master: “DeesSwano, finish with the technique “Destructive Sound Wave.”
DeesSwano released a powerful sound wave that could destroy everything.
The leader of the pandemics—the Raven Demon—was defeated and returned to its ghost form (the Raven King), but it would not accept it. It was determined to carry the boy’s wish through to the end: “All humans die.”
The Raven King’s obsession was too great, and its spirit evolved powerfully into a magic stone, awakening thousands of monsters on Earth.
Tehimosin looked surprised, alarmed.
DaljoaMoon: Master, what are you looking at?
Master: You don’t see it? Hundreds of thousands of ghosts, demons, monsters, …
Nebelselle: What are you talking about, Master? I don’t see anything.
Master: None of you can see it?
HuaZessin: No, you must be too tired and hallucinating.
Suddenly, the magic stone disappeared. The ghosts, demons, monsters, … also disappeared along with it.
Master: Maybe so.
DeesSwano: Let’s go sleep. I’m tired.
Right now, the magic stone is inside a deep cave within the mountain. The magic stone still lies there—beating like a heart, waiting for the day: “All humans die.”