"Dad! I got a perfect score in every subject!"
A ten-year-old boy had just returned home from school. His face lit up with excitement as he burst into the house, proudly holding up a stack of test papers to show his parents.
His name was Andress Kondevin, a fourth-grade student and known as the smartest kid in his school. He had jet-black hair and bright blue eyes—his good looks a perfect blend of his parents' beauty and charm.
"That's my boy! I knew you could do it," his father, Anjovi Kondevin, beamed from the couch. Even though Andress often scored perfect grades, the pride in Anjovi's eyes never faded.
Anjovi was thirty years old, a police officer with a tall and muscular build. Not quite a bodybuilder, but more like a trained MMA fighter—lean, fast, and strong. His jet-black hair and dark eyes added to his serious demeanor.
[Anjovi Kondevin | Age 30]
"I'm not even surprised anymore," his mother, Ressaloni, added with a warm smile. "How many times has it been now?"
She was a stay-at-home mom, also thirty, with long black hair and striking blue eyes—eyes that now shone just as brightly in Andress.
[Ressaloni Kondevin | Age 30]
"Dad, we're still going to the movies tonight, right? You promised!"
Andress asked eagerly, his voice filled with excitement. Anjovi had promised to take him to the movies if he got perfect scores.
"Yeah, yeah… We'll go see 'Furious and Fast,' your favorite one."
"Yaaaay!"
Night had fallen. Andress and his father headed to the movie theater, while his mother chose to stay home. After the movie, they decided to grab dinner at a restaurant before heading back.
"Dad, I'm starving. Can we get some food first? We can eat with Mom when we get home."
"Hmm… sure. Let's grab something."
It took them less than five minutes to reach the restaurant. The place was warm and lively at first. People were laughing, silverware clinked against plates, and the scent of grilled chicken filled the air.
But all of that shattered when the roar of motorcycle engines erupted outside.
Not ten, not twenty—but dozens of motorbikes filled the parking lot all at once.
Then, they barged in—loud and violent.
CRAAASH!
The restaurant doors slammed open so hard they cracked. A swarm of masked bikers burst inside, wielding blades and bats. Their faces were completely hidden behind black helmets.
"D-Dad…"
Andress's voice trembled, nearly drowned out by the pounding of his heart. He grabbed his father's hand tightly, overwhelmed by fear.
"We need to get out of here," Anjovi said in a deep, tense voice.
They tried to escape, but it was already too late.
Ten men blocked their way, even though they had already moved far from the restaurant's center. Their eyes were hidden, but their intent was clear—murder.
Anjovi stepped forward, pulling Andress behind him.
"Andress, whatever happens, don't get involved. If you can, run."
But Andress knew—it wouldn't matter even if he ran. There was no way out.
The bikers lunged. Five men came at Anjovi at once. He blocked one, kicked two, but more kept coming. Knives flashed in the air like streaks of death.
The situation quickly spiraled. Wounds slashed across Anjovi's body, blood splattering across the streets. But he kept fighting—like a lion—fierce, desperate to protect his son.
Andress could only step back. He was frozen in fear, trembling as tears streamed down his face. His eyes had been locked on his father ever since the fight began.
"Damn it! Come on, all of you!"
Anjovi roared, taking down one, then another, and another still. His body was drenched in blood, but his eyes stayed sharp. Soon, only two enemies remained standing.
Anjovi was exhausted. His knees shook, wounds covered his body, and blood dripped from every inch of him. But through it all, one thought burned in his mind:
'No matter what happens… Andress must survive.'
From a distance, Andress spotted a knife lying on the ground. Slowly, as if something moved him beyond his will, he began to walk toward it.
'This is my only chance. I have to help Dad.'
Without thinking, he ran. He picked up the knife and—
STAB!
He plunged it into one of the men's backs.
"AAARRRGHH!!"
The man howled in pain and violently kicked Andress, sending the boy crashing to the floor. But that small act gave Anjovi the opening he needed.
THUD!
The last enemy collapsed. Andress let out a shaky breath of relief.
The young boy smiled. "Dad! Let's—"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Four gunshots tore through the air.
Anjovi fell. His eyes widened, and the warmth in his smile vanished.
His chest turned red, four small holes bursting with blood.
'D-Dad?'
Andress stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. Everything around him fell silent. As his father's body collapsed in slow motion, time itself seemed to stop.
The world hadn't ended that night. But Andress's heart had shattered completely.
"DAAAAD!!"
He ran, then stumbled, crawling his way across the blood-slicked floor.
Blood trickled from Anjovi's mouth. His hand trembled, reaching for something unseen.
"Dad, no! Please, hang on!"
Andress grabbed his father's hand.
It was cold—not like the night air, but like death itself.
"Please… don't die… I'm begging you…"
Anjovi slowly opened his eyes. Even with the life draining from him, a small smile remained on his face. He didn't want his son to see him die in despair.
"Andress…" His voice was barely a whisper.
"You're… such a great kid… so…"
"Don't… cry like this…"
"You're already… stronger than I ever imagined…"
Andress shook his father's body in panic.
"Don't say that! The police will be here soon! We'll get out of here! We'll go home together!"
Sirens wailed in the distance. But to Anjovi, they meant nothing now.
"This wound… can't be saved…"
His breath was ragged. His chest rose and fell weakly.
"Son… take care… of your mother… Don't let her be alone…"
Tears streamed down Andress's face. He kissed his father's hand and hugged the cold body tightly.
"Dad… don't leave me… I'm not ready…!"
"I promise… I'll protect Mom… But please… please don't go…"
Anjovi stared at the night sky. His eyes began to lose their light. With the last bit of strength he had, he raised his hand and touched Andress's cheek.
"I'm proud of you…"
"This isn't your fault… none of this is your fault… my son…"
His hand fell.
His breathing stopped.
Silence.
And yet… those eyes remained open, even in death.
"DAAAD!!"
Andress's scream pierced the night.
Tears poured as he cried over his father's lifeless body.
That night, a boy lost everything.
And in his heart, something began to grow.
Something dark.
Something dangerous.
Vengeance.
Thenextday—right after the incident.
The television filled the room with breaking news. A reporter appeared on screen, her expression grim.
"Good evening. A horrifying tragedy occurred last night in a downtown restaurant. An armed biker gang launched a brutal attack, resulting in an unprecedented number of casualties."
"102 people were confirmed dead, including a police officer named Anjovi Kondevin, who was killed protecting his only son during the attack."
"Sources say the boy is suffering from severe trauma and is currently receiving psychological care."
"The chief of police has vowed to use every resource available to hunt down those responsible and bring them to justice personally."
"Public support for this statement has been overwhelming. The entire city mourns with grief and fury."
In the corner of the room, Andress sat in silence. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks stained with tears. He didn't even blink.
The television kept broadcasting, but to him, it all echoed like a distant, hollow voice.
The world might have kept moving.
But for Andress… time had stopped.
Days passed, but the pain remained unchanged.
Anjovi's funeral was held without grandeur. Just black clothes, grieving relatives, and a heavy silence.
The officers in uniform had already left. Only family and a few close friends remained.
Andress stood in front of the grave, unmoving, staring at the headstone with an empty gaze. Light rain began to fall, but he didn't flinch.
Beside him, Ressaloni sobbed uncontrollably in her parents' arms. Her body trembled as she knelt on the wet ground.
Andress remained still.
'This is my fault.'
'If I hadn't insisted we go to the restaurant…'
'If I hadn't begged to eat out…'
'Dad might still be alive…'
His head bowed. His lips trembled. His fists clenched. His eyes turned red. And then… his gaze shifted—cold, sharp, full of pain and fury.
'Mom… Grandpa… Grandma… I'm sorry. This was all my fault.'
'Dad died… because of me.'
'But I swear…'
'If I ever find the one who killed him…'
'I'll kill him with my own hands.'
'I'll stab his stomach. Crush his eyes. Cut out his tongue. Peel his skin off layer by layer.'
'And if I have to… I'll grind his body slowly through a meat grinder.'
'I'll make sure he tastes hell before he even gets there.'
— — —
Twelve years later.
'Ugh… I'm so tired.'
Andress collapsed onto a bench in the university park, letting out a long sigh as he gazed at the fading afternoon sky. The breeze was cool, brushing gently through his slightly messy black hair.
His face looked drained, his eyes shadowed like a panda's, and it felt like he was carrying more weight than just his backpack.
'If I'd known college would be this stressful, I wouldn't have bothered enrolling.'
Now 22 years old, Andress was in his final year of university. Known for being smart, quiet, and composed, he carried an aura that made people keep their distance. But beneath that calm surface was a deep, unhealed wound.
He had finished therapy at 15, but the scars from losing his father had never truly disappeared.
Those scars had shaped the person he'd become.
[Andress Kondevin | Age 22]
'Parks really are the best place to escape reality. The birds, the breeze, the sunlight… it's peaceful.'
He leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment.
Usually, the park would be lively this time of day—with students chatting, kids running around, or couples sitting together in the corners.
But today… it was strangely empty.
'Weird… it's never this quiet. Feels like a graveyard.'
He opened his eyes and looked around. Not a single soul in sight. No cars in the distance, no footsteps, no laughter.
It was… unsettling.
Still, his body was too tired to care. All he wanted was a quick nap before heading home.
Then suddenly—
THUMP!
"Ow! What the hell?!"
He rubbed the back of his head, groaning in pain. When he looked down, his eyes narrowed in confusion.
'…Books?'
Ten thick, black-covered books were scattered across the ground in front of him. They looked pristine, as if freshly printed. No publisher mark. No barcode. Just bold white titles on each cover:
Bad End Vol. 1
Bad End Vol. 2
…
Bad End Vol. 10
'Where the heck did these come from…?'
He picked up one of the books and flipped through the pages. The contents were formatted like a typical novel—narration, dialogue, chapter breaks.
He opened the others, checking them one by one.
'Did someone throw these down? From where?'
He looked up. There were no helicopters, no drones, no tall buildings nearby.
'They just… fell out of the sky? Seriously?'
He sniffed one of the books. The pages had that fresh, inky scent—like they'd just come off the press.
'If this is a prank, someone went way too far. Ten volumes? All thick as hell?'
Andress sat back down, opened one of the books at random, and started reading.
Minutes passed without him realizing.
'The pacing's fast, the language is simple, and the story's… decent. Seems like your average fantasy novel.'
'Magic and tech, mixed together. Kinda common these days.'
He shrugged. 'Still, not bad. Readers who like this stuff would enjoy it.'
He closed the book and glanced at the cover again.
'Bad End. Short title, but kind of intriguing. I wonder if the ending really lives up to the name.'
Andress gathered all the books and stuffed them into his backpack.
'No idea who these belong to, but they'll make for good bedtime reading.'
'They showed up so mysteriously… maybe they'll bring me some luck.'
A voice suddenly called out from behind him.
"Andress."
A young man approached, raising one hand in greeting. It was Kai Meru, Andress's closest friend—and arguably the only one he could really call a friend. Kai wasn't the talkative type, but he wasn't too quiet either. Calm, observant, dependable. Much like Andress.
[Kai Meru | Age 23]
"What's with all the books?" Kai asked, glancing at the titles peeking out from the backpack.
"Not sure. I found them just now," Andress replied.
Kai squinted at one of the covers. "Bad End… weird name."
"There are ten of them," Andress added.
"Are you in a hurry?" he asked.
"Nah. Just walking around. Why?"
"Then help me carry some of these. They're heavy as hell."
Kai looked at him, then let out a short sigh.
"Sorry. I can't help right now. I've got something to take care of. Maybe next time."
Andress faked a smile. "Didn't you say you were just walking around?"
"I meant… walking to where I need to go," Kai replied, holding back a smirk before turning away.
— — —
Oneyearlater
"Congratulations, sweetie. You finally graduated from university," said Ressaloni, smiling brightly.
"Yeah. Thanks, Mom," Andress replied with a polite smile. But as always, his smile didn't reach his eyes.
For years, Ressaloni had raised Andress alone. A strong single mother, she'd sacrificed so much to give her son a decent life. She worked hard, kept their home in order, and never failed to show love and warmth.
To Andress, his mother was everything. And he never forgot the promise he made to his father—to protect her no matter what.
"So, now that you've graduated... what's next?" Ressaloni asked.
"For now, I'll keep working part-time. But I also want to start a small business and grow it into something big."
"Are you sure? Do you even have the money for that? I can help, but it won't be much."
"Don't worry. I've got five hundred million rupiah saved up. Starting something small won't be a problem."
Ressaloni froze. "WHAT?! Five hundred million?! Where did you get that kind of money?!"
"That's a secret," Andress replied calmly. "But don't worry. It's all clean. No stealing, no scams, nothing illegal."
"You're not lying to me, are you?" she asked suspiciously.
"You don't trust your own son?"
"Of course I do… It's just… that's a huge amount."
Afewhourslater, night fell.
Andress sat alone in his room, staring at the ten Bad End books neatly stacked on his desk. They had been with him for a whole year—from start to finish. Only one chapter remained. Just a few more pages, and he would complete the final volume.
'I can't believe it… Today I graduated, and I'm finishing this series too.'
He carefully opened the final pages and began reading.
An hour passed.
When he finished, Andress simply stared at the last page in silence. Then, he smirked.
'Wow… they weren't kidding with that title. The ending really was bad.'
He leaned back in his chair.
'I actually feel sorry for the main character. His adoptive son killed his family, his best friend was slaughtered by demons, and his entire country was wiped out by the demon prince. What a mess.'
But it was that very mess that gave Andress a sense of satisfaction.
'I used to hate the main character for being so naive. But watching everything fall apart around him... weirdly satisfying.'
He looked toward the window, the smirk still on his face.
"If he hadn't been so stupid... maybe the ending wouldn't have been so tragic."
In truth, it was the protagonist's downfall that made the story compelling. As cruel as it sounded, Andress couldn't deny it—the pain made it feel real.
'People would probably call me a psycho for enjoying that ending. But… whatever. I liked it.'
Far from the human world, someone was watching Andress closely.
Of course, she wasn't human.
She was The Goddess of the Universe, the being who had written Bad End. She was also the same one who had dropped the books on Andress's head—not by accident, but by design.
[Goddess of the Universe]
The goddess smiled to himself. 'Looks like I've found the right candidate.' Her eyes gleamed with certainty.
'The way he thinks… he might be the only one capable of changing the fate of the Bad End world.'
With a calm breath, the goddess stood. 'Time to transfer his soul. Forgive me, Andress… This might hurt a little.'
Back on Earth, Andress got up from his chair and walked toward the bed.
His body felt heavy—but not the usual kind of tired.
Something was wrong.
'What…? Why is everything blurry?'
He clutched his head. The room spun. His vision wavered. His breathing turned shallow.
'What's happening to me…?'
His knees buckled. He fell to the floor, one hand gripping his head, the other fumbling for balance.
"Haaah… haaah…" His breaths grew louder, erratic. His heart pounded wildly in his chest.
'I… can't stay conscious…'
THUD.
Andress collapsed beside the bed, unconscious. His heartbeat began to slow, fading away.
Then—
A figure emerged from the shadows.
The Goddess of the Universe approached, placing a hand gently on Andress's head, and began chanting. A glowing light surrounded the boy's body as his soul was pulled from his physical form.
'Forgive me, Andress. I know this hurts'
'But don't worry. It'll be over soon.'
In a flash, his soul was taken—ripped from the real world—and sent into another.
— — —
Girls' voices echoed faintly. Distant yet lively.
"Haha! Seriously? You're not messing with me?"
"I swear! I saw him fall into the ditch yesterday!"
Andress slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry. He could hear laughter, chitchat, a classroom atmosphere that somehow felt... familiar.
'Where… am I?'
He looked around. Desks. Chairs. A whiteboard.
He said nothing. But in his mind:
'Calm down. Calm down, Andress. Don't panic. Let's think this through.'
He tried to recall everything.
'Last I remember, I was in my room… just finished reading Bad End… Then I stood up, felt dizzy, and blacked out…'
He looked down at his hands.
'These… aren't mine.'
His eyes widened. His hands were smoother, unfamiliar.
He scanned his body.
'This isn't my body. Everything feels different.'
'Did I… transmigrate?'
'It sounds impossible, but right now, that's the only explanation that makes sense.'
Just then, someone called his name.
"Andress."
He didn't answer. The voice called again.
"Andress. Hey!"
He flinched. "Huh? What?"
A boy sitting beside him gave him a puzzled look.
"Are you okay? You've been spaced out for a while."
Andress stared at him, confused. But one thing shocked him more than anything.
'Did he… just call me Andress?'
'Is this body's name also Andress?'
The boy frowned. "You sure you're not sick or something?"
"No. I'm fine."
In his mind, Andress was racing.
If this body really shared his name, then at least he wouldn't have to worry about faking a new identity.
'But the problem was… who the hell is this guy?'
Andress didn't want to ask directly—it would've seemed suspicious. So he came up with a subtle plan to learn his name.
"Hey, random question. What's your full name?"
"Huh? My full name? Why do you wanna know?"
"I met a kid recently whose name sounds almost exactly like yours. It just popped into my head."
The guy nodded. "Tengli Yusni. What was the kid's name?"
"Tangli Husni. Crazy similar, right?"
"No kidding. That's freaky close."
[Tengli Yusni| Age 17]
Andress smiled to himself. Mission accomplished. He now knew the guy's name—without raising suspicion.
Tengli was a side character in Bad End. He had been Andress's only friend at NFS Academy.
Suddenly, a transparent screen appeared in front of Andress:
『…』
『System initializing. Please wait…』
Andress froze. 'No way… Is this—an actual system? Like the ones in those fantasy comics?'
He glanced around. No one seemed to notice it. It looked like the screen was visible only to him.
『System successfully loaded.』
『Name: Andress Soniel | Age: 17 | Gender: Male』
『Role: Ranged Attacker (Archer)』
'Andress Soniel…? Not Kondevin? And 17 years old?'
'Then it's true. I've transmigrated into a different world.'
『Knight Rank: E | IPR: D』
『Stats』
Strength: 30
Endurance: 20
Speed: 25
Magic: 15
Reflex: 20
Stamina: 15
Andress stared at the screen.
'Knight… IPR… and stats just like in a game.'
He started putting the pieces together.
'The uniforms, the campus layout, even these terms…'
'There's no doubt about it… this is the world of Bad End.'
[NFS Academy]
An elite institution that trained future Knights—humans gifted with IPR (Inner Power) to combat monsters from another dimension. The Academy served as the main setting for Bad End, where the protagonist spent 70% of his journey.
[Knights & IPR]
Forty years ago, portals began erupting from deep underground, releasing monstrous creatures that ravaged humanity. Modern weapons were useless. Humanity stood on the brink of extinction.
But then… came IPR. Some humans awakened mysterious (inner power) and became known as Knights, the last hope for mankind.
『Would you like to activate the Skill: Map?』
『Yes / No』
Andress pressed "Yes."
A glowing map screen appeared in front of him—just like a game interface. Icons lit up across a 3D campus layout, complete with labels and tracking functions.
'This is insane… I can track every location and every person I want?'
He tapped on a few markers.
'I can even find my dorm room and all the main areas instantly.'
But one thing was missing.
He couldn't find the villains.
'Of course… in Bad End, the real identities of the villains were never revealed. That's probably why they're hidden even from the system.'
Still, it gave him a huge advantage. With this system, adapting to this world would be much easier.
'I already know the layout, the curriculum, the dangers… But still, I can't afford to get careless.'
At the same time, in another realm...
The Goddess of the Universe stood watching Andress through a celestial mirror. This time, she wasn't alone.
Beside her stood a tall figure cloaked in shadows—The God of Death.
[God of Death]
"You really think this boy's the one?" he asked, his deep voice skeptical.
The Goddess of the Universe smiled. "I'm sure of it. He's not like the others."
"Well then… let's hope your judgment isn't wrong for the 13 times."
Ten minutes later, a voice echoed across the academy grounds:
"All students, please gather at the main courtyard. The new semester's opening ceremony will begin shortly."
Andress stood up. With the help of his Skill Map, he began walking toward the designated area. But before that, he made a quick stop at the restroom.
He had to see what this new body looked like.
Inside the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection.
[Andress Soniel | Age 17]
'Huh… actually not bad. For a background character, this face is way above average.'
But his smile faded. His expression darkened.
He clenched his fists. 'I want to go home…'
'Just hours ago, I was with Mom. We were celebrating my graduation.'
'Now… I'm in a world full of monsters and death.'
'This is insane.'
He stood there, silent for several minutes. Students passed by, glancing curiously at the boy frozen in front of the mirror.
Eventually, he took a deep breath and raised his head.
'I have no choice. I have to survive this world.'
'I have to find a way to get back.'
'Because I made a promise to Dad—no matter what happens, I'll protect Mom.'
'Even if the only way to go home is by killing a thousand innocent people… then I'll do it—without a second thought.'