In a world where magic reigns supreme, its existence gives birth to everything imaginable and unimaginable. Humans thrive beneath its influence, monsters roam freely, devils scheme in the shadows, angels descend from the heavens, and even the most illogical creatures find a place in reality. Where magic exists, life in all its forms follows.
Yet beyond magic far beyond it there exists another force.
A power so rare, so absolute, that even the strongest spells pale in comparison.
This power is known as Will.
Unlike magic, Will cannot be learned, borrowed, or stolen through ritual. It is not bound by mana, bloodlines, or divine favor. Will is the manifestation of pure intent—the ability to impose one's desire directly onto reality itself. With enough Will, laws can be bent, fate can be challenged, and even gods can be defied.
Because of this, every race desires it. Kings wage wars for it. Angels fear it. Devils covet it. Monsters instinctively bow to it.
But Will does not answer everyone.
So what happens when someone who has this power exists.
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"What a stupid dream…"
Junni groaned as consciousness dragged him back to reality. His alarm screamed beside his head, sharp and unforgiving, and he slapped it silent with a lazy swing of his arm. The ceiling stared back at him, cracked and familiar.
As he dragged himself out of bed and put on his school uniform, the same thought replayed in his mind every morning, without fail.
My life is so boring.
School. Home. Repeat. Same old same old.
He brushed his teeth, barely paying attention to his reflection. A Eighteen year old kid with Freeformed Locs and tired eyes stared back at him. Nothing special. Just another guy who went to school, thought about the same perverted stuff every other teenager thought about, came home, and started the cycle all over again.
Junni let out a long sigh and grabbed his bag before heading out the door.
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The school gates loomed ahead, already crowded with students laughing and talking in clusters. Friends leaned against each other, sharing jokes and stories Junni would never hear.
Must be nice, he thought, keeping his eyes forward as he walked past them alone.
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Class was no different.
Junni sat at his desk, staring blankly at the board while Miss Launa droned on about something he wasn't listening to. His thoughts drifted back to the dream, A strange, unsettling one that still lingered in the back of his mind.
In it, he had spoken to a bizarre, imp-like creature. Its crooked grin and glowing eyes sent chills down his spine even now. The thing had said something strange something that hadn't made sense at the time.
You are in possession of your will.
Junni had brushed it off the moment he woke up. I mean, what even was a will? It was probably just his brain making stuff up.
Suddenly-
THWACK.
A sharp pain exploded across his forehead.
"Ow!" Junni yelped, clutching his head. "Whoever did that, I'm gonna kill yo-"
"Kill who?" Miss Launa snapped.
The class fell silent.
Junni froze.
"If you were paying attention," she continued, arms crossed and another marker bouncing in her hand, "I wouldn't have had to knock some sense into you."
Junni rubbed his head, shrinking back into his seat as a few students let out tiny chuckles.
"Should've been paying attention," some students whispered, stifling their laughter.
Yeah, he thought bitterly, just another boring day.
He sat down ready to think about the dream that wouldn't let go of him.
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"No reason to get comfortable," Miss Launa said sharply.
Junni, who had just started to relax in his chair, straightened immediately.
She turned toward the board, tapping the marker against her palm. "Answer this question," she continued. "Why did God disappear after the Second Great War?"
The room went quiet.
Junni blinked. "Why?"
Miss Launa paused and turned slowly. "Why… what?"
"Why do i have to answer a question about something that isn't even real?" Junni said, spreading his hands. "Gods, demons, monsters, they don't exist. So why are we learning about something so stupid? It's just a waste of time."
A few students sucked in their breath. Someone in the back whispered, "Ohhh, he's dead."
Miss Launa's hair slipped forward, shadowing her eyes. For a moment, she didn't say anything. Then her mouth twitched not into a smile, but something far more dangerous.
She calmly reached into her desk, took out a book, and set it neatly on top.
WHOOSH.
Junni barely had time to react. He ducked, and the marker sailed over his head, clattering against the wall behind him.
"Hahh, missed, that was the last marker you had" Junni muttered, glancing back at it.
That was his mistake.
When he turned around.
SMACK.
A textbook collided with his face.
"Owww!" Junni cried, clutching his forehead as pain exploded across his vision.
The entire class burst into laughter. Desks shook. Someone nearly fell out of their chair.
Miss Launa slammed her hand on the desk. "I couldn't care less about your damn beliefs!" she shouted. "Answer. The. Damn. Question."
Junni sniffed, rubbing the rapidly swelling bump on his forehead. His voice dropped to a mumble.
"Because… he was gravely injured… from the betrayal of the fallen angels."
Silence.
Then—
DING.
The school bell rang.
Students immediately grabbed their bags and bolted for the door, still laughing their asses off as they passed Junni.
Miss Launa stared at him for a long moment before turning back to the board.
Junni slumped in his chair.
Yeah, he thought, touching the lump on his head, definitely a boring day.
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The day dragged on like any other—bells ringing, teachers talking, time crawling. By the time seventh period rolled around, Junni already knew what awaited him.
PE.
He hated PE.
Everyone else had someone. A friend to pass the ball to, a group already formed, a place to belong. Even the loners at least they got picked eventually. Junni never did. He stood there every day, hands at his sides, pretending not to care while the teams filled up without him.
Am I really that bad? he used to wonder.
But somewhere along the line, that thought shifted into something else.
If nobody wants me here, he realized, then I don't have to be here at all.
A crooked, ugly grin spread across his face.
If he was going to be alone, he might as well do what every bored eighteen year old boy with too much time and too little supervision was tempted to do.
Junni slipped out of the gym unnoticed, heart pounding not out of fear, but excitement. He didn't leave the school. Instead, he headed down the hall toward the girls locker room, ducking inside and pressing himself against the wall, waiting.
But the moment he peeked around the corner, he froze.
Two boys were already there.
"You perverts!" Junni shouted, pointing at them.
Big mistake.
In a flash, one of them lunged forward, wrapping an arm around Junni's neck in a tight headlock. The other hissed urgently, "Shut up! You're gonna ruin everything!"
Junni flailed for a second, then nodded frantically. The grip loosened.
"Good," the taller boy said. He was about Junni's height, broad shouldered. "Now relax."
They stepped back, eyeing Junni suspiciously.
"I'm Mark," the taller one said.
"And I'm Ray," said the shorter boy, who barely reached Mark's shoulder.
Junni blinked. Then he burst out laughing.
"Wait you're the 'Perverted Pack'?"
Ray groaned. "We hate that name."
"That's what everyone calls you," Junni wheezed, clutching his stomach as laughter tore through him. Tears streamed down his face. "You guys are always getting caught doing stupid stuff"
"Okay, okay," Ray snapped. "Get it out of your system. Gym's almost over."
He glanced at the door, eyes shining a little too brightly. "We gotta get into position if we're gonna catch anything worth seeing."
Mark crossed his arms and looked at Junni. "So why are you here?"
For a second, Junni considered lying. Making something up. But then he sighed.
"Same reason as you," he admitted.
The mood shifted instantly.
Mark smiled. Ray grinned.
"Well," Mark said, clapping his hands together, "looks like you found the right guys."
Ray nodded eagerly. "We'll show you the perfect spot. Hidden, clear view, zero chance of getting caught."
Junni let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Thanks."
The three of them huddled together, rubbing their hands like cartoon villains, their laughter echoing softly off the locker room walls reckless, stupid, and full of the kind of confidence that only came from not yet realizing how bad things could go.
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The bell rang.
PE was finally over.
Inside the metal lockers, the boys trembled not from fear, but anticipation. Every second stretched thin, the air heavy with held breath and muffled sound. Junni pressed himself into his locker, knees drawn in, heart pounding so hard he was sure it would give him away.
Footsteps.
Laughter.
The locker room door swung open, and the girls flooded in, loud and careless, voices overlapping as they talked about class, about guys, about each other. Lockers slammed. Shoes hit the floor. The room filled with noise and movement.
Junni shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, unable to stop himself. His pulse raced. His face was so red his nose began to bleed from the sight of seeing so much ass and titties in front of him. Heat crawled up his neck, his face burning with excitement and panic mixed together. Every sound felt amplified, every laugh too close.
He shifted and froze.
There was a small hole in the side of his locker.
It connected to the one beside him.
Carefully, Junni leaned in and looked through.
Mark and Ray were there, crammed together, eyes wide, faces flushed. Mark looked unhinged, completely lost in the moment, while Ray stared forward with a nose bleed, breathing fast. A thin line of drool ran down Mark's chin, landing on Ray's shoulder.
Junni recoiled slightly, then turned his attention back.
That's when he saw her.
She stood out immediately not loud, not frantic like the others. Taller. Dark-skinned. Slim with a fat ass. Hair so curly you wanted to sleep on it like you would a pillow. Titties so plump you'd suck for your own pleasure but besides that sexy body she was also calm, calm in a way that drew the eye without trying. Every movement was deliberate, confident. Junni's focus narrowed until nothing else existed in the room.
He couldn't look away. Drooling with excitement
Seconds passed. Then more. His thoughts spiraled, thinking of so many dirty things he wanted to do with her. repeating the same desperate phrase over and over in his mind, louder each time, drowning out reason.
I need it.
I need it.
I need it.
THUD.
The sound shattered everything.
Junni flinched.
He looked through the hole again just in time to see Ray double over, a fist buried deep in his stomach. The force knocked the air from him and Mark felt it too, crumpling behind him as if the pain had echoed through the locker itself.
Metal screeched.
The locker door was ripped clean off.
What demon could possess that kind of strength? Junni thought to himself.
Mark and Ray were dragged out, gasping for air, their feet scraping against the floor. When they looked up, all they saw was a petite girl standing over them, fury blazing in her eyes.
No way she was the one who did that? How is that even possible
"It seems you didn't learn your lesson," she said coldly.
Before they could answer, the locker room shifted.
The girls closed in.
What followed was fast, brutal, and merciless. Junni watched in silent horror, hands clamped over his mouth to keep from making a sound. Every punch, every cry, every impact sent a jolt of terror through him.
Please don't see me.
He dared to look again through the narrow slits of his locker.
The girl the one who had held his attention turned.
Their eyes met.
Junni's blood ran cold.
She didn't shout. Didn't react.
She simply held his gaze for a long moment.
Then she bent down, picked up her clothes, pulled on her pants with calm precision, and walked out of the locker room without another glance.
The beating ended soon after.
Silence followed.
When Junni finally stepped out of his locker, his legs shaking, he saw Mark and Ray lying on the floor, barely moving. Bruised. Broken. Their bodies marked so badly it looked as if a single word had been carved into them through pain alone.
Sorry.
Junni swallowed hard.
He knew he would never forget what he'd seen.
And he knew without question that he had come far too close to sharing their fate.
—————
Finally, school was over.
Junni walked home with his hands in his pockets, his thoughts drifting back to the events of the day. A laugh slipped out of him then another until tears blurred his vision.
Today really wasn't boring after all.
"Hahaha…"
His laughter grew louder, more unhinged.
They really beat them until their bodies spelled sorry.
The memory sent another wave of hysterical laughter through him as he continued down the street, shoulders shaking. Anyone watching might've thought he was insane.
Then someone stepped directly into his path.