Reinforcements Arrives.

Abnormalities were not always hidden from society as it is today, they existed in an era where blood was spilled in exchange for money, these two went hand in hand. Their origin and how they came to be is still majorly unknown but it is theorized that individuals morphed overtime after consumption of other humans till a major mutation occurred, this is very similar to polymorphism.

Power creates a certain degree of greed and this was no different for Abnormalities. Eventually, they went berserk with their powers, breaking laws and robbing in broad daylight simply because they could not be stopped. They were virtually gods and with no one to oppose them, it was not long before they attempted to take over their various kingdoms. This was successful in some parts of the world but the continent of Africa suffered the most, with each country overran in such a short period. Luckily, due to some Abnormalities fighting on behalf of their nation, they resisted the revolution, and balance was restored.

Eventually, as years passed. These stories became mere myths and legends. The Kingdoms put a gag order throughout their various kingdoms for they wished for it to fade away over time and implemented policies that would stop this from ever occurring again. Each continent had an Abnormality that is responsible for keeping order within all countries under a said region. Their power was said to be so immense, they coined the term "Calamity" but the majority felt this was a lie to make others like them scared. Unfortunately, they became puppets of the Government as time passed, they used them as weapons of politics, and eventually, these powerful figures just became yet another tool for the oppressive human regime. The new world order maintained this hierarchical system and introduced secret guilds.

Within countries, smaller guilds existed comprising of these special individuals that can only exist after being recognized by a General of said region. Most on friendly terms with one another and even more on bad terms. The faction that spots the unique tattooed red pentagram depicting a bleeding black eye in the center, was known as the "7 Lights Of Anarchy" but the faction spotting Roman numerical numbers were most often regarded as the "10 Commandments", this was a fanatical guild that consisted of ruthless murderers but had been eradicated in the old world upon being designated as wanted by the "6 Generals". One could imagine the surprise upon their supposed sudden rebirth.

The 10 Commandment's strength and position are comprised of their tattoo but they are only 10 in numbers but it is said each member is just below a General, all but the person with the lowest number that is believed to be on the same level as a General. The accepted term for abilities possessed by Abnormalities is Archetype.

"No, not them. The 'others', we need to let them know... They are active!" Jinwoo said, springing to his feet but Byung shushed him, he was being way too loud.

"Hey! She might be here…" Byung said in a hushed voice.

"Trust me, if she wanted you dead. You WILL be dead." Jinwoo warned as he tried to snap Byung out of his trembling state.

"I think she killed your master!" He shouted before covering his mouth, but it was too late. The words had escaped.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Jinwoo asked, but Byung was reluctant to speak but then he recalled the news. This was no longer a hidden incident but a public one.

"You did not know? It is on the news... It is everywhere, he is..... dead." Byung said in a sympathetic tone but Jinwoo slumped to his knees as tears would roll down his cheeks, this had to some kind of joke, it had to be.

"This is bad… This is bad." He muttered, fidgeting with Byung trying his best to console him.

"It is alr-!" he was cut short by the screaming Jinwoo who seemed ready to throw a fit.

"NO! IT IS NOT! IF THE OTHERS WERE TO HEAR ABOUT THIS…..." Jinwoo looked to his left and right and saw that he was drawing attention to himself.

Quickly getting back to his feet, he composed himself just as fast and exited the PC Room with Byung lagging a few meters behind.

"Hey! Wait up!" Shouted Byung.

Blood splattered on the ground, where A-Yeong stood, with a tearful Dohyun running to her location but it revealed the blood was in fact, not hers but the emergence of a new figure with a cigarette.

Jin-Hyuk's right hand had impaled this person, clean through the chest, who seemed to have pushed A-Yeong out the way and into the arms of Dohyun. In doing so, took the brute of the attack in her stead.

"What are you doing here, Geun!?" Dohyun demanded from the figure, it was clear he knew him.

"Do not sweat it, Mountain, I am not the only one. We know what happened to Master Jin." Said the small male figure before them, measuring 5'6. He had long spiky red-maroon hair and large heterochromatic eyes, the left eye was golden and the right, orange. Presumed to be in his late teens, he had a black tank top on, with camouflaged shorts that reached just below the knee, with a black wrist band on his left hand and a pair of white sports shoes on. Despite a hand sticking right through him, he did not seem to be in any visible discomfort, the fact that he did not succumb to his injuries was a testament to the power he possessed as he grabbed the forearm of Jin-Hyuk.

The trio that consisted of A-Yeong, Dohyun, and Jinwoo was unaware of the death of Jin, not till this moment.

Something strange occurred once physical contact was established, Jin-Hyuk's entire arm began to rot at an unprecedented pace, causing him to forcefully yank his decaying arm out the grasp of Geun and retreat a few paces back.

"I do not understand, you sacrifice yourself just so you may take an arm?" Jin-Hyuk asked, calmly and in no visible pain implying he had a high tolerance to it. Jin-Hyuk's bones had become so brittle that moving it any more would snap it in two. The huge gaping hole in his opponent's chest was unsightly, but why was he still standing?

Geun noticed the confusion on the face of Jin-Hyuk but all he did was raise a brow as he showed the enemy the middle finger. Just then, the hole in his chest gradually closed up and this seemed to irk Jin-Hyuk with the edges of his lips arched up, taking the form of a menacing smile.

"I see, so that's how it is. You can freely kill and multiply cells, then use it to restore yourself but physical contact seems to be the deciding component. Very good, I expected nothing less from the 7 Anarchy of Light." Jin-Hyuk praised them, he was impressed. A-Yeong had finally come back to her senses, giving Geun a thankful nod before taking the unconscious Kwan and Cho away from harm's way as she retreated.

"But if you know we are here, that means…" Dohyun said, and Geun picked up from where he left off.

"That is right, Gyeong is here but she has gone looking for Jinwoo." Gyeong's possessed a very unique Archetype that worked in similar ways to a compass that only pointed to her comrades, allowing her to track any individuals that bore the tattoo of the guild within a kilometer radius. She had relayed the coordinates of Dohyun and A-Yeong to Geun beforehand. They had the suspicion that someone was targeting their own but despite this being a wrong assessment, it proved to be a lifesaving one.

"Now then, big guy. Let's have some fun." Geun said to Jin-Hyuk in a belittling tone.

"Hey! Take that cigarette out your mouth!" Dohyun shouted and Geun's hand moved to his face to complete an embarrassing facepalm.

"Why do you always have to kill my buzz, Big Bro?!" Revealing the cigarette to be fake.

Byung and Jinwoo were walking at a fast pace but just enough to not raise suspicion from the people they breezed past but they soon bumped into Gyeong. She was a very adorable pale-skinned girl with butt-length pink hair that has bangs styled in a hime-cut where it covers her eyebrows along with two curved streaks at the side of her face, grey eyes, and a rather flat chest. She was the shortest and youngest in their guild, measuring 4'6 in height and aged 16. She had a long blue silky dress on, reaching just below her knee with a flat top shoe of matching color.

"Huh? Who is this midget?" Byung asked with a raised brow but the girl looked too terrified to even speak which worried Jinwoo.

"What is wrong, Gyeong." Jinwoo asked, but the inability of Gyeong to respond made Jinwoo's body to slouch down and embrace the crying child. He knew why was she was crying instinctively.

"I know, I know. But now is not the time." He comforted her, gently stroking her back as she bawled her eyes out like a child as Byung clenched his fist in anger.

"I will make whoever is responsible pay!" He thought to himself, gritting his teeth like a gladiator swearing revenge.