The visions came like a storm. The sky was gone. The earth had crumbled.
Jin stood motionless as images flooded his mind — burning worlds, the cries of dragons, and a colossal figure watching over him with ancient, golden eyes. It was the True Dragon God — a being older than stars themselves. Its gaze pierced through Jin's soul, not to harm him, but to judge him. Scales like molten starlight.
Eyes older than creation.
Its breath distorted space itself.
Jin stood paralyzed as visions flashed before him — glimpses of ancient wars, fallen gods, a universe drowning in screams and blood.
Then, before him, six empty thrones appeared, each carved from materials beyond mortal understanding — one of crystalized time, one of ocean, one of flame, one of petrified dreams, one of frozen reality, and one... of bleeding stars.
The voice whispered once more:
" Fusion failed. To wield Genesis Resonance, one must first sacrifice.
One identity must fall... or all shall collapse."
Jin's heart twisted.
He trembled.
Sacrifice... his identity?
He had two names etched into the marrow of his soul:
Jin Shang.
Han Suho.
How could he choose between two halves of himself?
Suddenly, a chilling whisper caressed his ear:
"Now... it's my time to rise."
The world around Jin shattered like fragile glass. He found himself trapped inside a blinding white room — endless, pure, merciless.
in front of him stood a boy identical to himself...
Yet utterly, horrifyingly different.
But it was not him.
It was Han Suho.
Suho's eyes were cold, detached, almost mechanical. He smiled without warmth.
"At last," Suho said. "It's my time to rise."
Jin staggered back. "What...?"
"At last, we meet properly," he said. "You — the parasite who wore my body.You don't understand, do you?" Suho stepped forward. "I am the original. You? You are just the mask. The survival instinct. The dream of a dying boy left to rot."
"No," Jin said firmly. "I am not your dream. I lived... I fought... I suffered."
"We're the same," Suho countered.
"Same blood. Same soul."
He chuckled, the sound hollow.
"No. We were once one. But when death's shadow approached, you were born — a persona, a mask created from fear. You hijacked my body... and lived the life I abandoned."
Jin shook his head, furious.
"I am not a parasite! I became who I am by choice — by will!"
Han Suho's smile widened, cruel.
"You deluded yourself into thinking you're real. But the truth remains: the powers you wield... they are mine. The dreams you chase... they were once mine.
And now, I will reclaim it all. And what will you do if I sacrifice myself? Do you think the world will remember you, Jin Shang? Without me, you have no past. No right."
His words were knives, but Jin stood firm.
He leaned closer, eyes glinting.
"If I sacrifice you here, I will live — and everything you love... will burn. Velka, Lia, Your Friends."
That broke the final thread.
Without warning, the two charged at each other.
No powers. No magic.
Only bare fists — raw, human, desperate.
The white room shook with the fury of their clash. Every blow was a piece of their soul breaking and reforming.
Suho was faster. Sharper. Jin Shang fought with rage, with defiance, with heartbreak.
Each blow was a memory.
Each strike was a life they had both lived — and now fought to own.
Han Suho eventually gained the upper hand.
Pinning Jin against the floor, he raised his fist for the final blow.
"See?" Suho whispered. "You were never strong enough."
But just as the fist came down—
Jin's hand snapped up, grabbing Suho's wrist mid-air — his grip unbreakable.
His eyes burned with a terrifying clarity.
Jin spoke, voice calm but cutting:
"When I was left for die...a couple took me in and named me Jin Shang."
"When I was betrayed by my best friend, Hyun...
I saw the true face of humanity."
"I sacrificed innocence, because innocence only invites pain.
I abandoned kindness, because kindness is a knife others twist in your heart."
"I clung to sanity — the only light that did not betray me.
And when light failed me... I embraced darkness.
Not because I was weak — but because I was strong enough to endure it."
Jin's eyes, once soft, now burned like twin burning stars.
"I am not your parasite.
I am not your mask.
I am Jin Shang — the true owner of this body.
You are the dream that refused to wake up.
The shadow that feared the light of pain."
With a roar, Jin punched Han Suho across the face — shattering bone, blood spraying in a crimson arc across the white room.
He spat blood and hissed:
"If I told you that innocence, kindness, and sanity were mine... that you stole them from me... what would you say?"
Jin's response was swift — a brutal knee to Han Suho's face, snapping his head back.
"If you truly held innocence and kindness," Jin growled, "you would never have threatened to kill those I love."
He stared into Han Suho's trembling, hateful eyes.
"You are not kindness. You are cowardice.
You are not sanity. You are fear.
You are not me. You are the coward who hid in the darkness when I needed you most.
You are the weakness that I refused to carry.""
Suho roared and attacked again, clawing at Jin's throat.
They grappled, each trying to destroy the other. This time, Jin was faster, stronger — unstoppable.
Finally, Suho gasped, clutching at Jin's wrist.
"If you kill me... everyone will forget Han Suho... As a result everyone will also forget you."
Jin smiled sadly, coldly.
"You already forgot yourself.
You left no mark.
You lived in the shadows and gave nothing to the world.
No one will weep for a ghost who never lived."
"You hid in darkness," he said, almost gently.
"You never shared your moments.
You left behind no legacy.
You will be forgotten — and the world will be fine."
With a single brutal motion, Jin snapped Suho's neck.
Suho fell — eyes wide, fading into mist.
The white room collapsed.
Jin stood alone.
Then, the voice spoke, solemn and heavy:
"Sacrifice complete.
Fusion complete. Genesis Resonance... achieved."
He felt it — the impossible fusion of DNA and bloodlines, the birth of something new, something the forgotten being had never seen before.
All of it now surged within him — reborn, united by the sacrifice of a part of himself.
He had severed the past to seize the future.
He had killed his innocence to ascend.
This was not just evolution.
It was Genesis Resonance.
new Jin Shang was born.
No longer a The person who was betrayed by Gods.
No longer a broken survivor.
But a sovereign —
A legend still unwritten.
After the battle, Jin stood silently waist-deep in a sacred crystal lake.
Moonlight bathed his figure, the cold water brushing his scarred body. Every time he was thinking about Lia then he and Velka's kiss moment was appearing in his mind.
His mind was anything but calm.
"Why..."
"Why couldn't I stop her?"
He remembered it —
Velka's kiss.
The soft touch of her lips.
The desperate, soul-piercing emotion she had poured into that single moment.
His fists clenched under the water.
"I should have stopped her... I should have reminded her that my heart belongs to Lia..."
But he didn't.
No matter how many times he told himself that he fought, bled, and survived for Lia —
he couldn't deny it.
Part of him responded.
Part of him... didn't want to pull away.
He gritted his teeth, struggling with the swirling chaos inside his heart.
"If I let myself feel anything for Velka... then I betray Lia."
"But why... why does my heart hesitate...?"
"She is my friend."
"Not my lover."
"Not my wife."
"Never."
He stared up at the silent moon, feeling more broken than ever.
But no matter how fiercely he denied it,
the seed of doubt —
the seed of emotion —
had already been planted.
And one day, it would bloom —
whether he wanted it to or not.
Back in the Lunar World, under the pale moon and the watchful stars,
Velka, holding Eres in her arms, stood as the storm she had unleashed slowly began to unfold.
The world Jin would return to...
would be far different from the one he had left.
And the heart he would come back with...
would not be the same either.