Continuation of the chapter ❤️❤️Even The Monster Doesn't Want You❤️❤️
Media appears...
Her father's corpse lies before her in the viewing room for the last time.
With cold indifference that crept into her like white worms in a rotten apple.
She says with icy calm, "My father has died... It doesn't matter even if he's dead; I couldn't gain anything from him anyway..." (with glacial detachment and mockery)
(To herself) "What matters is completing the formula to reach a mythical being... I was born to create a miracle... I don't want to waste my time on such a trivial funeral." (with sarcasm as she slightly tosses her hair)
A director enters through the steel door with a creak that cuts through the silence, his heavy steps leaving marks in the dust on the floor, his face a stone mask with no expression except deep wrinkles.
"You've been rejected by everyone... No... No, Media..."
He extends his hand clad in black leather gloves while she looks anxious. A thin man as if carved by the wind, his thick glasses grotesquely magnify his eyes. He gently grasps her shoulder, but his grip leaves red marks.
"You have remarkable talent, Media (he embraces her and looks down at her)... We'll help you birth the miracle you desire, what do you think? And we'll provide everything you need to achieve your dream... Isn't this an ideal deal?" (with all kindness and cheer)
Media (staring at her father whose eyes are slowly closing like a sun setting behind a mountain):
"Yes...
I'll continue my dream, at least I won't be a failure like you, Father (laughs)... I must become stronger. It doesn't matter if I kill or hurt people; what matters is achieving my goal to revive my grandfather Mjölnir-Freyr's glory... And this will benefit you too, sir (she turns her head up and smiles cunningly)..." Then she pushes his hand away.
She tears apart her father's corpse with her hands and says in a cold voice:
"I'll leave this trash; maybe I can make use of it later..." with complete audacity while he smiles an artificial smile, his face showing no features.
Sajjad calmly: "Not even her own father did she spare... This girl is a devil in human form (coldly)... This is what I wanted from her, but should I extract more memories? (thinks) Yes, but it'll increase the pressure on my memory... No matter, I'll stop here..." (just as he's about to leave suddenly)
He notices a boy with blue hair hesitating "Theo" and stops.
He raises his head – his eyes becoming two burning embers: "I won't forgive you....."
(multiple crying emojis)
(The rain turns into thin threads, as if the sky itself is sewing a mourning garment for the scene)
Theodore: "(Gently looking at her then with an innocent smile) Were you... kicked out of your home? Or did you lose your parents... You can live with us at the orphanage; the matron is really kind... You can call me brother... We all live here; we're from the East, are you too? (asks with childlike enthusiasm)"
And he smiled innocently while she didn't even listen to his words.
Media, with deceptive gentleness: "Call me your older sister... You're such a sweet child... I'll work at the orphanage from now on..."
Media (to herself, with a voice as quiet and deadly as poisoned honey): "Is this the same boy... that I must use? He'll be an excellent experiment for the new master..." (her eyes flicker momentarily with mysterious excitement)
(He speaks to her while staring at that twisted smile on her lips, the smile that doesn't reach her glassy eyes which resemble two dead ponds)
That night,
In the pitch-black city night, flames erupted and crept into the orphanage. The matron rushed trying to save the children and screamed toward Theodore with great tremble and fear:
"Theodore dear, run! Don't hesitate! Escape with the children, don't stop no matter what!"
Theodore responded with concern and panic:
"Miss, I can't leave without you!"
She screamed in anger: "Go now, Theodore! Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just escape!" (with tears in her eyes)
But he composed himself and asked with a trembling voice:
"Do they hate us just because we're from the East? Why all this fear? We can face them together..."
She slapped him in a moment of despair and shouted:
"I told you to run! Why don't you listen to me? These people won't show mercy! Just save yourself!"
Suddenly, the matron was torn apart to reveal "Media" in her place, with bloody pieces scattered everywhere.
Media said coldly:
"Good that none of you got hurt. The success of the experiment depends on the safety of its components..."
Theodore exclaimed stiffly:
"Media! Why did you kill the matron?!" in a barely audible voice
Media answered mercilessly:
"Don't you understand yet? You're just lab rats. I don't care about you; I'm only using you to serve my lord, 'The Silver Arrow'..."
At that moment, a man arrived whose features were completely indiscernible.
Sajjad had awakened from her memories: "So Theodore suffered because of them too... He always tried to hide his pain with his pure smile (almost exploding with anger)... My head (he holds his head)... It still hurts from extracting so many of her memories... This is what I could learn from her garbage... Meaning they were responsible for that massacre...(his head hurts again and he's extremely angry but calm)... No matter, I'll crush her tonight (suppressed anger)..."
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Meanwhile, at the same moment, inside the dark field—
Media strikes the illusionary version of Sajjad with tremendous force.
Her punch doesn't just hit him—it creates a vacuum in the air, followed by successive shockwaves gradually shattering the illusion's body.
His bones crack with a sound resembling an iceberg collapsing, ribs break and pierce through the skin, blue blood erupts like a fountain.
He whispers quietly as he moves, "Do you know why I've exhausted myself... It's simply because I can't show you mercy..." The space echoes.
His eyes don't blink—but inside, a volcano erupts.
Media (while crushing the illusion's head with her heel): "Haha... No use for failed experiments... You... weak and stupid fool... Just like Theodore!" (with sarcasm and mockery, her eyes turning red with rage)
Those final words—the spark.
Real Sajjad outside the field—his body freezes.
Not stopping—but building pressure before the explosion.
Broken-smiled Sajjad: "I don't have to be a good person like you..."
The black room suddenly transforms into an execution chamber.
Gravity multiplies ×50 suddenly—the ground splits, the ceiling bends, Media inside the field collapses onto her knees, her bones grinding against each other under the pressure.
His hand penetrates the heavy gravitational field as if it's nothing, grabbing her neck.
Air is sucked from her lungs—she can't breathe, her face turns blue, veins bulge and nearly burst under her skin.
Air is sucked from her lungs—she can't breathe, her face turns blue, veins bulge and nearly burst under her skin.
Sajjad suddenly appears before her—the dark field shatters like glass around him.
His voice now low, calm, and dangerous like a knife to the throat:
"Repeat... what you said..."
His fingers sink into her neck flesh—not just a grip, but an internal destruction technique:
His fingers sink into her neck flesh—not just a grip, but an internal destruction technique:
Media feels her neck ligaments tearing one by one—sound of "crack... crack..." inside her body.
Sajjad (eyes now red like a fusion furnace):
"Theodore... At least he wasn't a filthy person who never exploited anyone like you? How dare you speak of someone who showed you compassion and was stabbed in the back? How dare you compare a lowly pig like yourself... to a noble person like him?" (almost exploding)
He presses.
"You bit the kind hand that tried to catch you... Despite all his suffering and tragedy, he didn't expel you from the organization; he was just waiting for your repentance (Theodore looks at her in the organization and doesn't speak to her)... Have those who help people become stupid and ignorant fools to scum like you? (remembers his smile)" in a choked voice
Sajjad looks at Media staggering, her neck completely destroyed but still breathing with difficulty—an animalistic will to survive.
"I came to this ridiculous farce... Only to destroy you for revenge for the massacre... As for me..."
He leans slightly, his eyes like a beast looking down at her:
"I don't deal with such generosity as him..."
His hand touches her forehead—a warm black energy enters her skull.
Not normal pressure—but a miniature spherical collapse inside her neck.
The bones turn to powder, the trachea compresses as if squeezed in hydraulics, the arteries explode like blood-filled balloons.
Her blood erupts not as liquid—but as black husk pouring from her mouth, nose, and eyes.
He throws her body easily like a toy...
Suddenly, from the shadow created by Media's blood spread across the ground, a sticky black substance begins to bud.
Not an ordinary shadow—but a three-dimensional entity emerging from nothingness, taking human shape but with a fluctuating outline like black flames.
The husk forms in the air—taking the shape of a woman with white hair, face distorted with anger, empty eyes.
Sajjad sighs—a deep sigh.
Utters "Existence Annihilation." Without moving, the husk tears apart like a blade cutting through the air. Before it could fully materialize, its body vanished into dust with him.
Not physical cutting—but erasure of the husk from the level of existence.
The husk disappears not by evaporation—but is deleted, as if erased from a video tape.
Sajjad: "I don't know why he didn't tell the organization why he gave her a second chance despite her torturing him..."
He remembers her memories and feels her hatred towards him, jealousy and envy.
Sajjad laughs painfully: "All these questions swirl in my mind and I find no answers... After all their evil, and they tell me to protect them (he bites his lips until they bleed with brokenness and sadness)..."
His silence more dangerous than any scream.
Then suddenly, a rift in the air opens, light streaming toward the white hall he emerged from earlier.
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As Dalia waited impatiently for Sajjad's emergence...
Suddenly.....
Taylor appeared like a tar phantom, his body dripping darkness onto the shattered white floor.
His voice wasn't audible in the air—but rather a whisper that resonated directly in their minds, like an imposed foreign thought:
Dalia: "You came quickly....." He interrupts her: "And I'll leave quickly....." Dalia: "Then why did you come at all...."
Taylor: "He's angrier... more than usual... I wish I'd brought popcorn to watch the show..." smiling
"Look at my dog, isn't he cute...My dog Shadow is adorable, isn't he Dalia..."
Dog barks gently
Dalia to herself: "Yes, after remembering his terrifying giant form, yes, adorable....."
Dalia: "Why did you come and where were you.... It's not like you, X, to monitor Sajjad.....and what's the purpose of this mission when you know there's no auction and it's just a trap..."
From Dalia's perspective, X wasn't originally Taylor at all.....
X: "As I said before, because of Taylor he went to see his wives.....I have no other intention...As for sending you, it was because of Gene Weapon....."
Dalia: "What? Isn't Ather supposed to handle it....."
X: "Of course not, and I don't want either Sajjad or Ather to deal with the Bisha version of Gene Weapon...because the person expected to be involved is ــــــــ....." surprised, leaving Dalia frozen in place
His cold eyes directed toward Dalia who was watching from the far corner:
"Dalia... I advise you not to tell Sajjad about Gene Weapon... Not... not while he's in this state..."
X to himself: "They would cause bigger problems (worried, petting his dog's head).....Even if Athir meets him, nothing good will come of it, so I deliberately gave him false official reports about Gene Weapon....and with Sajjad too, I manipulated information to buy time for Dalia.....They're both in bad shape and extremely exhausted.....and I really don't want either of them to encounter Gene Weapon this time at all (thinking deeply, anxious)....."
Dalia looks down.
Her fist tightens on her arm until her joint turns white.
The black tent of old sorrow drapes over her face—shadows under her eyes deepen like an open wound.
She says in a low voice that almost disappears beneath the remaining energy roar in the hall:
"Don't worry... I'll handle it myself..."
But her eyes don't meet X's—she looks at the ground, angry
As if seeing something else—a memory mixed with the same colors.
X notices her gaze.
His body begins to evaporate from the edges, transforming into black smoke retreating into the shadow:
"Dalia... I'll leave... I can't fight him now... My presence here might worsen the situation (calmly and sadly)....."
His voice becomes weaker, as if transmitted through a glass barrier:
"Really, I didn't mean to throw this burden on you―――"
She interrupts him and smiles as if everything's fine
"I know their powers are contradictory and if they fight, it will pull Sajjad towards him.....and he... doesn't need more anger right now.....so your decision is correct...."
X smiles despite his sadness
"Dalia, thank you (scratches his hair)...and also don't worry about Sajjad, he will never come from that direction, be sure of it...."
She gives a thumbs up indicating she's okay
Before disappearing completely, a red flash in his eye sockets:
"Take care of yourself well...and sorry for leaving this burden on you..."
Then he dissolves into the shadow, as if he was never there—not even a trace of heat remains.
Dalia remains standing.
The air around her suddenly grows heavy—not from external force, but from the weight of a decision.
"Alright....I need to be strong for you....." She smiles a broken smile and tries to calm down
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Sajjad emerged from the rift, mentally exhausted: "It seems I've reached my limit. I must return after finishing this mission..."
He slowly wipes his hands, with obvious disgust, as if he had touched disgrace itself.
The blue blood staining him evaporates with his movements, leaving a shadow-like trace on his skin.
Around him, the wind is silent—more than silent: dead.
But in his ear, Eiris's laughter swirls like a poisonous fly that can't be swatted away.
Her voice forms from the void, venomous, feminine, enraged:
"Hahaha... How very tender-hearted you've become... Keeping her alive only..."
Then a deliberately short silence before continuing with a voice full of feigned annoyance:
"Really... How foolish you've become! Are you protecting that spoiled girl? Since when....." boldly
Sajjad (whispering through clenched teeth, jaw muscles bulging):
"What do you want from me now? Just... go away. Leave me alone."
Eiris (her voice transforms into a sarcastic whisper swirling in his skull like black smoke):
"Why are you afraid to listen to me when I speak the truth... Didn't I tell you before that you'll become her slave?.....Pathetic....."
Sajjad (his voice rises, but still trapped in his throat like a caged animal):
"Shut up. That girl means nothing to me. Nor Nareen or whatever her name is. I'm... tired of all of you....."
Eiris (her voice raises, her words thrown like knives):
"Since you're tired of us....why didn't I give her Nareen's perfume.... You can't get rid of me because of power bonds... While she... you can just snap her neck! Don't tell me you can't (mockingly)... Don't be like Theodor who easily gave his trust and got betrayed! (remembering Theodor's kindness, smile, and calmness with Media)....Do you think she'll be different from her....You just want a doll to compensate for your mother, that's why you're protecting her...."
Sajjad (jumps in place, grabs his head as if wanting to forcefully remove her voice from inside):
"I'm telling you: Shut up!"
Eiris (laughs, and this time her voice really seems to be fading away, but not before the final stab):
"Alright... I'll do what you want... But... remember:
You didn't protect her because you're kind.
You protected her because you're a coward...a coward who can't face death alone...That girl won't be any different from her, she'll be just as hypocritical.....Ohhh and she'll make you suffer from disappointment again... You need me, without me you're nothing... If we return to how we were, you'd become my puppet....and you my loyal servant....and we'll crush everything in our way hahahaha...."
The laughter fades away as if switched off.
He remains standing in the middle of the destroyed rooftop, his shadow extremely long, distorted, as if the one casting it isn't him.
He says to himself, the words finally emerging like black blood from his mouth:
"What... a coward? Am I... a coward for not facing Nareen? Am I... afraid to face that despicable woman?"
A memory flashes vividly
She stands at the door, her back to the dim light filtering through the hallway.
Her eyes are hard, filled with pure hatred, pristine loathing without a trace of mercy.
She looks at him as if he's an insect, then begins to slowly close the door.
Nareen: "I don't want to see a disgusting monster like you... I wish I hadn't given birth to something this filthy..."
Standing stiff in his place from fear
He trembled then.
And now... he still trembles.
Her voice reaches him
He raises his pistol upward
He raises his pistol upward
Inside him, only a whisper repeats:
"Even the monster I gave birth to... do
esn't want to see you..."
Lost in madness, barely distinguishing between reality and imagination
From afar...
End of chapter 😢
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