The Useless One Chosen by Darkness

The rain poured over Incheon like the sky itself felt pity.

Han Jihoon sat on the cold floor of his room, knees pulled to his chest, shivering not from the weather but from the weight of everything. His room was dark. Silent. Empty. Except for the storm outside.

Thunder echoed through the walls loud, angry, alive. It was the only sound that didn't blame him.

No friends.No warmth.Just silence... and shame.

His stepmother never looked him in the eye. His father stared at him like a burden that refused to leave.

"Why are you like this?""You embarrass us.""I wish you were never born."

Words that once pierced now echoed hollow. He had grown used to them, like bruises that never faded, or dinners that never came.

School wasn't any better. Teachers ignored him. Classmates whispered behind his back or shoved him in hallways. But tonight... tonight was different.

2:00 a.m.

A strange mist gathered in the corner of his room. It wasn't smoke. It moved like it was alive.

Jihoon froze. His breath caught in his throat.The room grew colder. The air heavier.

And then-A voice echoed inside his mind. Low. Deep. Ancient.

"Han Jihoon…""Do you want to be seen?""Do you want power—greater than gods—enough to make them all regret ignoring you?"

Jihoon didn't speak.He didn't cry.He only stared at the mist... and nodded.