《Gecoren》 "Hidden Relic" The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood, a scent he found almost intoxicating. He stood atop the mountain of corpses, each one a testament to his will, his power. A slow, twisted smile stretched across his face. He picked up a severed head, its vacant eyes staring accusingly at the sky. "Ahhh, humans," he murmured, turning the head over in his hand. "Pitiful creatures, swimming in a sea of emotions. I was once this weak, as fragile as willows in a storm." He crushed the head¡¯s eyes with his thumb, the sound a sickening squelch. "Justice? HAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHA! Should I mourn for these deaths? That¡¯s right¡­ y''all deserve to die." Suddenly, a ripple distorted the already grotesque scene. A golden-black entity materialized, its form shimmering and indistinct. Without a word, it raised its hands, weaving a complex, silent incantation. He glanced at it, amusement flickering in his eyes. He didn¡¯t flinch, didn''t even bother to acknowledge the creature with more than a fleeting glance. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. The entity''s power intensified. A vortex of energy began to swirl around him, a dark current tugging at his very being. He could feel his soul, his essence, being drawn out. He watched, his smile unwavering, as the entity transmuted his stolen energy, crafting something new. A weapon began to form in the entity''s hands. A sword, unlike any he had ever seen, its blade a swirling vortex of darkness and gold, its hilt intricately carved with forgotten symbols. A weapon born of his own twisted soul, forged in the crucible of carnage. As the last vestiges of his being were ripped away, and a dark green aura enveloped him, a strange wistfulness flickered across his face. "I wish," he whispered, his voice raspy and faint, "I could drop a tiny amount of tears." A losers fate "Hufff, hufffffff, hufffff" Running fast, Ji-hoon''s heavy frame shook with every step, his legs struggling to keep up. "F*ckkk" He turned the corner of the school building, frantically searching for a hiding spot. Behind him, the bullies were gaining. "Ji-hoon!" one of them yelled, laughing. "You better slow down, you look like a running piggy bank!" The group erupted in laughter, their voices echoing through the empty hallway. Gasping for air, Ji-hoon spotted a pile of garbage bags near the back of the building. Without a second thought, he threw himself into the trash, pulling the bags over his body, trying to disappear within the filth. His heart pounded against his ribs as he forced himself to stay still, barely breathing. The sound of footsteps grew louder. One of the bullies had wandered dangerously close. Ji-hoon clenched his fists, trying not to tremble. If they find me, it''s over. The bully stood just inches away. Ji-hoon shut his eyes tight, praying that he would leave. "Ohh god save me from this fucking nightmare" And for a moment, it seemed like luck was on his side. The footsteps began to fade, the bully turning away. But then, disaster struck. A loud, unmistakable fart escaped from Ji-hoon''s trembling body. Silence. Then, "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Found yaaaaaaa!" The bully''s voice rang through the air. "What was that noise? Did you just poop your pants?!" The rest of the group rushed over, their laughter filling the space like a cruel chorus. Ji-hoon barely had time to react before the first punch landed. Then another. And another. "Arghhhhh, plssss stop" "Please I''m begging you stop" He curled up on the ground as fists and kicks rained down on him. The garbage bags ripped apart, scattering trash everywhere, but the real filth was in the people standing over him. By the time they were done, he was left lying there, battered and broken. His body ached, his face was swollen, and his vision blurred with tears. He wanted to scream, to call for help, but what was the point? No one would listen. If he told the teachers, the bullies would only make things worse. This wasn''t bullying, this was torture. Alone, humiliated, and hopeless, Ji-hoon could do nothing but cry. After the beating, Ji-hoon stumbled into the school bathroom. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. He locked himself in a stall, trying to clean himself up as best as he could. The routine was becoming all too familiar. Always bringing an extra uniform, always knowing the pain would come. It was a part of his life now. His skin stung as he wiped away the blood and dirt, but it was nothing compared to what he endured every day. Once he was cleaned up, he slipped into a fresh uniform and dragged himself back to class, as if nothing had happened. [Academy of Haneulyeon] Every aspirational youngster apparently dreamed of attending this so-called pinnacle of status. Those imposing gates and immaculate grounds were more than just the entrance to a school; they were a statement. The idea that only the elite belonged here, that wealth, connections, and the power of a last name mattered more than intelligence, made it nearly impossible for ordinary people to step foot in Haneulyeon. If the tuition fees weren¡¯t enough to cripple a family''s finances, the brutal competition for admission would be. At least, that was the illusion they wanted everyone to believe, that only the most intelligent and well-prepared students had a chance. But the truth was, money did most of the talking. And I knew that better than anyone. If you had enough of it, doors that were locked for others would magically open for you. My father ensured that I was admitted to Haneulyeon, not because I was a genius or a prodigy, but because he had the money to make it happen. Seeing me in this academy alongside the children of CEOs, politicians, and business tycoons was more his dream than mine. And for a while, I could pretend I belonged. I had the name, the lifestyle, until I lost it all. When my father died, everything crumbled. Overnight, the reputation, the wealth, and the security disappeared. The family business collapsed, and suddenly, I was just another student in a school where money was everything, except I had none. People remembered me as a fool, while others were praised for their intelligence. I became the student who struggled to keep up in class, the one whose every mistake was met with laughter. I was the joke, the one people whispered about, the one teachers barely tolerated, not the genius bound for greatness or the prodigy acing every exam. I didn¡¯t belong here. Maybe I never did. Everything I said, did, even my very existence at Haneulyeon felt like an accident. And yet, even at the bottom, surrounded by people who thought I was nothing, I refused to silently disappear. Even if I had nothing left, at the very least, I still had myself. In the classroom, Ji-hoon sat at his desk, his mind far from the lesson. The words the teacher spoke felt like they were bouncing off of him, never sticking. He had trouble grasping the material, and even if he managed to understand something, it was quickly forgotten. He was an idiot, or so he thought, but it didn''t matter. The bullying was always a constant. He''d never truly be able to escape the cycle. But there was one person who made it slightly more bearable: Kim Seojin. She was everything Ji-hoon was not. Educated, dedicated, and widely admired. Seojin was at the top of her class, constantly succeeding in all subjects. Her genius was evident. He knew people whispered about their relationship, but he didn''t care. Seojin was kind to him, never mocking his lack of intellect. That small act of kindness meant more than he could express. After class, Ji-hoon and Seojin decided to take a stroll down the dike, away from the noise of the school. They sat down on the edge, looking out at the sea. Fishermen were scattered along the shore, casting their nets into the water while the waves gently crashed against the rocks. "So, did they beat you again?" Seojin asked with a soft voice. "Yeah," Ji-hoon replied with a bitter laugh. "I''m kinda used to it by now." He shrugged, trying to play it off, but the sarcasm in his voice didn''t hide the exhaustion. Seojin reached into her bag and pulled out some cotton and alcohol. Gently, she began cleaning the bruises on Ji-hoon''s face. "I know this is random, but do you ever question your existence?" Ji-hoon asked. "Me? Uhh yeah, all the time. Like, why am I here? What''s my purpose? But then I remember I still haven''t figured out if cereal is a soup or not HAHAHAHA" "HAHAHAHAHAHA" Ji-hoon just laughed off the cringe. "What''s existence to you?" she asked. "I don''t feel like I exist." Ji-hoon wiped his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. "But you''re here, Seojin. You make me feel like I matter, like I actually exist in this world." Seojin rolled her eyes but smiled lightly, giving his back a playful slap. "You''re so cringe, you know that?" Ji-hoon managed a small smile despite himself. Her teasing was the only thing that kept him grounded, reminding him that even though the world seemed hell-bent on breaking him, there was still something worth holding onto. The moment of quiet calm between Ji-hoon and Seojin was shattered when a loud fart escaped from Ji-hoon, echoing across the dike. His face turned red, and he awkwardly shifted in place, clutching his stomach. Seojin burst into laughter, nearly doubling over. "I know that wasn''t just some random noise, Hahahahaha!" she teased, wiping tears from her eyes. Ji-hoon was about to respond when Seojin''s phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen and let out a small sigh. "Ah, it''s my driver. He''s probably here already," she muttered before answering. "Hello? Yeah, I''ll be there in a minute." Ji-hoon nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Guess that means you''re heading out?" "Yeah," Seojin said, locking her phone and looking up at him. "But hey, this was fun." Ji-hoon grinned. "Yeah, it was. You heading straight home?" "Probably. Unless my mom suddenly decides to drag me somewhere," she said with a smirk. Ji-hoon chuckled. "Classic." Seojin took a step back toward the street. "Alright, I''ll see you around. Text me later or something." "Will do," Ji-hoon said, giving her a small wave. Seojin waved back before heading toward a sleek black luxury car parked by the curb. Ji-hoon watched as she opened the door and slipped inside, the tinted windows reflecting the bright afternoon sun. Just before the car pulled away, she turned back, flashing him a warm smile and waving her hand in a playful goodbye. Ji-hoon stood there for a moment, watching as the car disappeared down the road. With a small chuckle, he exhaled and turned to start walking home, already looking forward to their next conversation. Later that evening, Ji-hoon sat in the cramped bathroom, clutching his stomach. He was struggling again, the pressure building inside him as he sat on the toilet, his body straining with every attempt. "Fvckk, even pooping is too hard for me," he muttered under his breath. "Why can''t it just go out easily?" He gritted his teeth and groaned, his body pushing with all the force it could muster. "Aghhh... Arghh!" But just as the pain and frustration reached their peak, something strange happened. The green crystal necklace he had worn for years suddenly began to glow. Its eerie green light pulsed brightly, casting a strange glow in the dim bathroom. Ji-hoon froze, his hand instinctively reaching for the necklace, but before he could even touch it, the necklace seemed to jerk from his neck. In a shocking moment of force, the necklace ripped itself free and flew across the room, landing in the corner with a faint clink. Ji-hoon, still in disbelief, reached for his phone, completely forgetting about the struggle of pooping. He quickly began to record, his mind racing with confusion and wonder. "Is this... actually happening?" he muttered as he filmed the glowing necklace in the corner. The light continued to pulse, its strange energy filling the room, casting shadows that seemed to shift unnaturally. And then something weird happened.