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This is a dream.

Nothing written here has happened. Nothing here exists. Nothing here is reality.

This is a dream.

Everyone of the Bhaeven Arsenal knows that Kwan Jaemin was the genius of geniuses.

In the city of Bhaeven, genius, or very well-gifted, means the said person should be both a quick-thinker and an instinct-correct person; a trained soldier, someone who would at least be able to survive at the city Bhaeven without too much effort.

In the city of Bhaeven, the genius of geniuses, or the one they can't touch even if they wanted to, means the said person should be both a genius and an owner of an inhumane fighting ability to add.

And Jaemin was that and more.

Jaemin was a chess piece every government of the organization Requiem wants; a powerful, dominating young man still with space for improvements. It didn't matter that he killed everyone who walked beside him in the field. The sacrifice was worth it.

But whatever reason he came to Bhaeven, General Gamma Blitzkrieg didn't like it. At all. The Bhaeven Arsenal will not welcome him easily, especially with his long feared history.

She bit her lips, somewhat successfully restraining back her rebellious tone. “I don't want some killer machine coming to my arsenal.” She said.

“I may have confidence in the strength of my men... And women, mind me. But I'm not taking the risk of losing my allies just because of another...” She frowned at how uncomfortable it was to call Jaemin an... “Ally, or whatever he is.

There is no such thing as greater good in my city, sir. I can't let him in.”

There was a long silence, before the priest answered. “We cannot defy his orders, General Blitzkrieg.” The answer came monotonously. “There is nothing we can do; we are simply his messengers.”

Her grip on her uniform tightened, her lip bleeding from the sheer force she used unconsciously. Her mind was screaming, refusing to be quiet. There was just something far too suspicious about this.

Why Lue Bhaeven?

“Do I have your consent.”

It wasn't a question, Gamma knew. It was an order.

“...Yes, sir.”

She could hear his pleased hideous face, the thick, ugly mouth curling to a sly smirk.

“Very well. Pierce, Requiem.”

But she will not take this quietly. There will be a small resistance, she was sure...

Even if the Requiem higher-ups will be watching closely.

“Pierce, Requiem.”

Rip, Lue Bhaeven.

Description
This is a dream.

Nothing written here has happened. Nothing here exists. Nothing here is reality.

This is a dream.

Everyone of the Bhaeven Arsenal knows that Kwan Jaemin was the genius of geniuses.

In the city of Bhaeven, genius, or very well-gifted, means the said person should be both a quick-thinker and an instinct-correct person; a trained soldier, someone who would at least be able to survive at the city Bhaeven without too much effort.

In the city of Bhaeven, the genius of geniuses, or the one they can't touch even if they wanted to, means the said person should be both a genius and an owner of an inhumane fighting ability to add.

And Jaemin was that and more.

Jaemin was a chess piece every government of the organization Requiem wants; a powerful, dominating young man still with space for improvements. It didn't matter that he killed everyone who walked beside him in the field. The sacrifice was worth it.

But whatever reason he came to Bhaeven, General Gamma Blitzkrieg didn't like it. At all. The Bhaeven Arsenal will not welcome him easily, especially with his long feared history.

She bit her lips, somewhat successfully restraining back her rebellious tone. “I don't want some killer machine coming to my arsenal.” She said.

“I may have confidence in the strength of my men... And women, mind me. But I'm not taking the risk of losing my allies just because of another...” She frowned at how uncomfortable it was to call Jaemin an... “Ally, or whatever he is.

There is no such thing as greater good in my city, sir. I can't let him in.”

There was a long silence, before the priest answered. “We cannot defy his orders, General Blitzkrieg.” The answer came monotonously. “There is nothing we can do; we are simply his messengers.”

Her grip on her uniform tightened, her lip bleeding from the sheer force she used unconsciously. Her mind was screaming, refusing to be quiet. There was just something far too suspicious about this.

Why Lue Bhaeven?

“Do I have your consent.”

It wasn't a question, Gamma knew. It was an order.

“...Yes, sir.”

She could hear his pleased hideous face, the thick, ugly mouth curling to a sly smirk.

“Very well. Pierce, Requiem.”

But she will not take this quietly. There will be a small resistance, she was sure...

Even if the Requiem higher-ups will be watching closely.

“Pierce, Requiem.”

Rip, Lue Bhaeven.