Mihk

In a world where every person is born with a spirit insect granting them unique powers, everyone is bound by the laws of fate and power rankings. From rank D to S, all strive to reach the top. But hidden beyond common knowledge lie the secret rankings—SS and SSS—where those who possess them do not follow the rules; they become the rule itself.

Raine Earthon was born in a poor village deep within the forests, an outcast, weak, and without a visible spirit insect. He lived in disgrace, beaten and humiliated—until the day everything changed. In a single moment, the Black Butterfly awakened, an SS-ranked insect with a power beyond imagination—the ability to control fate itself.

But this was no gift… it was a curse.

When fate knocked on his door once more, it led him to the slaughter… to the massacre… to an eternal damnation. Drenched in blood, surrounded by the torn remains of his village, something new was born within Raine—something devoid of mercy. And when the secret organization stood before him, seeking to control him, his response was simple: rejection of the entire world.

From that moment, the era of chaos began. Raine was no longer human, no longer just an insect wielder—he became a living catastrophe. Armies would perish, empires would crumble, and fate itself… would either bow to him or be torn apart.

In the end, nothing would remain… except the abyss.

Abyss Saga

There was nothing but screaming, the scent of blood mingling with the smell of burning wood, and scattered remains covering the ground like the remnants of a savage feast.

Raiden stood in the middle of the square, his breaths slow and steady, as if he hadn't just slaughtered his entire village moments ago. His dark eyes reflected in the pools of blood beneath him, while the black butterfly fluttered around, its wings beating lazily as if savoring the chaotic scene he had created.

"It's over now, isn't it?" the butterfly whispered in his mind, but Raiden did not respond.

He looked around… corpses everywhere. Some were torn apart, some had simply vanished as if they had never existed, while others were frozen in place, their eyes wide open, forever capturing the terror they felt in their final moments.

Raiden felt nothing. No remorse, no relief… nothing but emptiness.

But this emptiness was better than pain.

His steps were slow as he walked through the village, which was now nothing more than a blood-soaked ruin. Flames began to consume the huts, and thick black smoke rose to cover the sky.

A faint whimper caught his attention.

He turned toward the source of the sound and found a young girl, barely ten years old, crawling on the ground. Half of her body was covered in blood, and her eyes were filled with sheer terror.

"P-Please… don't…" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Raiden said nothing. He didn't even move. He just stood there, staring at her without expression.

For the first time since the massacre began, he hesitated to kill.

But the black butterfly wouldn't allow it.

"There is no place for the weak, Raiden," the butterfly whispered, its dark wings glowing with an eerie shimmer.

In an instant, the girl's body convulsed violently, as if an invisible force was ripping her apart from the inside.

Then, with a single scream, she exploded into scattered pieces.

Raiden stood there for a moment, staring at the remains of the girl.

At the edge of the village, he stood before the only house that had yet to burn.

He stepped inside slowly, his eyes scanning every detail. The worn-out table, the tattered bedding, the fireplace that hadn't been lit since she died.

Something stirred inside him… something resembling nostalgia, but he crushed it immediately.

"There is no past anymore," he muttered under his breath.

He stepped out of the cottage, looking up at the sky, now darkened by the rising smoke.

Raiden gazed at the horizon, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Then, with steady steps, he walked away from the ruins of his village, leaving everything behind… except for the darkness growing within him.

Melody of Blood