The World Contractor

I had always wanted to make his character something so terrifying, so irreversibly broken, that the world itself would tremble at his very existence.

And I would make sure he had no choice but to fulfill his role.

His fate was sealed, woven into the very threads of this world.

No happy endings.

No salvation.

Only the abyss.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I watched Noah wipe the blood from his grandmother's dagger, crimson still dripping from his fingertips.

The system had done its job splendidly. Guiding him. Whispering to him. Molding him.

It was a good idea using my connections this time. 'Hehe'

The contract was signed, and I hadn't even needed to interfere.

It was all falling into place.

Everything was perfect.

Or so I thought.

Because just as I allowed myself to revel in my own self obsession—

The air in my office shifted.