𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 ☞ 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

♔ fifty ; Pretender

A/N: amazing, we're at chapter 50 at 100k views. we've come so far... thank you for existing.

the plot was supposed to be full on angst with no happy ending. (m/n) going insane and capturing sung jin-woo and keeping him in the destroyed world with an exhibition kink because of the readers. (gosh it was so cringe)

i've grown dw, angst is good 😌

honestly, i did this on a whim... and i invented the character system while shitting on the toilet one day. ehem ehem. it all began with reading solo leveling like

"ugh, the world is shit and i hate myself but i love sung jin-woo more than anyone else in the world so i'm going yandere on him now. istg i'll lock him up."

IT'S NOT HEALTHY! Thats why we have Yongsun~~ ah, my bastard son. he's my personal favourite for being an asshole~

but because of those thoughts i managed to make friends! theo!! i love you!! 💕

excuse my rambling! i'm just too happy being here with you. enjoy the chapter!

also... can you guess author-san's gender??
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❝ WHAT ARE YOU PLOTTING, SYNTYCHE? ❞

The God of War grinded his teeth, glaring at the God of Fate as his (e/c) eyes turned a shade of luminescent purple. His hands were already freezing cold, slowly spreading cold puffs of smoke from the gaps of his fingers.

"It's the Dictator's script. What else?" Syntyche tapped his hands on the thick sheets of paper in his hands, the writings of fate. He wasn't the one writing the story, but his guesses were accurate enough to be called fate. It would more often be 100% precise, even to the little details.

"Your son will die."

"They should've sent me again. I killed Death once and I can do it again," War declared, the room's temperature dropping below 0 degrees as he exerted his pure ice power as a threat.

"But you won't do it," The God of Darkness entered the room, saying those words with absolute certainty. "You were friends with him once so you definitely won't do it. Your son is a better choice."

The room became colder to the point that a layer of ice coated the floor, cracking at the contact of the (h/c)-haired man's black boots. "Yongsun shouldn't be the antagonist here if you know with 100% certainty that he will die."

"It's what you get for siding with the Goddess of Light. You know the system better than anyone. It's your job as a Kingpin, (L/n) (F/n)," Caligo called out his true name, his intentions still unclear as (F/n) was forced to suppress his anger.

"This is why we named him Cha instead. He's not an (L/n)."

The God of Fate started to laugh, putting his pen on his desk. His smile dropped at he looked at the man's furious eyes.

"Syntyche is a woman's name, it means fate. I've changed into a man, yes but that doesn't mean I can change the fact that I am still Syntyche," the God of Fate ran a hand through his hair, feeling sad from that information.