Cannon Fodder's Time Has Come
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He was knocked to the ground. His neck, exposed, felt the cold bite of a blade. Blood-red eyes burning with hatred stared up at the enemy.
Mysterious Man
You don't even know how much I've enjoyed this. Your pain... your suffering. Do you remember your family?
Mysterious Man
*The man taunted, a cruel smirk on his face. His voice dripping with venom.*
Jeon Jungkook
Stop... stop talking nonsense!
Jeon Jungkook
*His heart screamed. “Kill him. Kill him now!”*
Mysterious Man
Ah... but the years I've spent destroying you, tearing apart your life... Your family’s cries still echo in my mind. Doesn’t it bring you joy to hear me speak of it?
Jeon Jungkook
*His grip tightened on the sword. “I’ll finish this!”*
Mysterious Man
And yet, here we are. The final act, Jeon Jungkook.
Suddenly, something shifted. The dying woman, once motionless, sprang to life. Her hand grasped a dagger with precision and thrust it into the man’s chest.
Jeon Jungkook
*His eyes widened in disbelief, his body numb. He turned his head slowly, his expression dark, torn between love and hatred.*
Mysterious woman
I’m sorry... but this is the only way.
Mysterious woman
*Her voice broke as she spoke, the finality of her words hanging heavy in the air.*
Jeon Jungkook
So... this is the end...
Jeon Jungkook
*He stood alone now, no longer in the world of pain and suffering. The vastness of the stars stretched out before him, his black robe replaced with sleek, tight-fitting clothes. A sense of peace filled him as he looked down at the watch—or rather, the AI—on his wrist.*
Jeon Jungkook
This... this isn’t the end. Not for me.
Jeon Jungkook, he had once been a top hacker in the high-tech world of 2458. But now? He was trapped in a dimension far beyond the one he knew.
A “God Space” had dragged him into this place
He had been loaded into the 'Villain System', forced to walk a path of no return. A path designed for the villain who could never die. He knew he should never touch that man's woman, never steal the master's treasures, never bully that boy’s brother, never suppress that man's family... but it didn't matter. He was under the control of the system, trapped in a cycle of doing stupid things.
Jeon Jungkook
Why the hell am I doing this?
Every choice felt like a trap leading to death. The system controlled him, forced his every move, and there was no escape.
Whenever he had a chance to strike, to kill someone important, the system would flood his mind with a thousand lines of text. "No. Wait."
It always came too late. The dagger was already there, a figure waiting silently behind him. “Damn it. It’s inevitable...
Despite his outward charm, that slight smirk on his face even when he wasn’t smiling, which made people think he was a gentle soul... it was all a façade. Inside, he was insidious, manipulative, and his thirst for control burned deep.
A man who once treated the network like a toy, now reduced to a pawn in the system’s game.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll make you pay for this... Lord God.
The psychological gap was vast. He felt the pressure building, anger swelling with every moment of helplessness. He wasn’t just a villain anymore. He was a man driven by vengeance.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ll regret turning me into this monster.
If he were like any other person, maybe he would search for clues in every new world, cooperate with the system, enhance his strength, and eventually track down the source of the Lord God to destroy it. But not him.
He was a hacker, and no one understood the essence of data better than he did. The system could be the most orderly, sophisticated, and stable machine in the world... but it could also be the most chaotic, out-of-control, and vulnerable thing that ever existed.
In this virtual world, the so-called omnipotent main god? It was nothing more than a set of data. To destroy it, you didn’t need overwhelming power. All you needed was one small glitch, a tiny mess of code—commonly known as a virus.
From the very beginning, he had planned to turn himself into that virus.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll exist in the system, undetected, uncontrollable. I’ll be the one thing it can’t eliminate.
Compared to the main hub of the Lord God, he was just a small fragment of insignificant code. But that small fragment? It would cause permanent damage. Over time, those small injuries would add up, creating a cascade effect that would eventually paralyze the system.
Jeon Jungkook
One day, I’ll get out. Back to the real world.
He could already feel the weight of that future in his chest. He was looking forward to the day when everything would fall into place.
Right now, he was toying with the AI on his wrist. The Lord God’s gift to him. The ‘villain system’.
The system was assigned the code number 007, and its voice—always that male voice—was a constant presence in his ear. It was responsible for assigning the tasks, delivering punishments when he failed, and if he didn’t follow orders...
Jeon Jungkook
It can even control my body. If I defy it, I’m obliterated. But that doesn’t scare me
It wasn’t enough to break him. He would use this system. He would turn its own rules against it. One day, he would be free.
If he were an ordinary person, he would fear or hate the system. But not him. No, Jeon Jungkook felt something entirely different.
Excitement. Ecstasy. This is it.
He couldn’t help the rush of thrill that surged through him. He was a hacker. Give him a computer, and he could conquer anything. The Lord God had given him the perfect tool.
After countless reincarnations, he finally completed his villain mission, and when he expected to be sent to the main god's space... something different happened. He was transported to this vast sea of stars instead.
The moment was now. The virus was in. 007 was done. The system that had threatened him was completely obliterated.
007 could no longer issue tasks, no longer speak, no longer control his body. It was no longer a master... but a tool in his hands.
Jeon Jungkook
*He stretched his fingers, slowly beginning to debug the AI. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, enjoying every second of the power he held now.*
The vast galaxy around him was a secret space created by 007, a place to escape the Lord God’s constant surveillance. It was his sanctuary, his playground.
He wandered through the stars, holding a glowing one in his hand, examining it carefully before gently returning it to its place in the infinite sea of light. This endless universe? It was just a thought away. In this space, there was no need for physical power, only the strength of will.
Jeon Jungkook
This is the true power.
Jeon Jungkook
*His fingertips glided through the sea of stars, his mind spinning with possibilities. He couldn’t wait to defile the Lord God’s so-called perfect world.*
Jeon Jungkook
This will be my world soon.
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Jeon Jungkook wakes up in an unfamiliar room.
Jeon Jungkook
Where the hell am I...?
Jeon Jungkook
[Glances around, noticing the soft king-sized bed beneath him, the pristine white ceiling above, and a luxurious crystal chandelier sparkling overhead.]
Jeon Jungkook
Another world already? This better be worth my time.
Jeon Jungkook
[ sits up, his sharp eyes landing on the sleek black band on his wrist. The AI bound to his soul, 007, remains silent for a moment before the screen flickers to life.]
007
Analyzing host body... Extracting details of this world.
Jeon Jungkook
[Lips curl into a smirk, a hint of mischief flickering in his gaze.]
Jeon Jungkook
*Cannon fodder again? Damn, Lord God must really think I’m easy to deal with.*
Text scrolls across the screen as 007 begins to explain.
007
To avoid the Lord God's detection, you’ve been assigned to a minor character—a role destined for destruction. Your best chance is to rewrite the data of this disposable life.
Jeon Jungkook
(chuckling): Rewrite, huh? Sounds like fun. Let’s mess things up a bit.
007’s text continues, and Jungkook’s smirk deepens.
007
By changing the fate of this cannon fodder, you’ll create errors in the Lord God’s calculations. These errors will multiply, destabilizing the system. Eventually, it’ll collapse entirely.
Jeon Jungkook
Perfect. Let’s bring the Lord God’s precious system to its knees.
007 flashes more details about his new identity. Jungkook reads them with sharp focus.
007
Host body: Jeon Jungkook, 16 years old. Eldest son of the Jeon family. You have two younger brothers—Jeon Hyunwoo, a half-brother adored by your father, and Jeon Minho. Your true brother died at birth due to a heart defect.
Jeon Jungkook
[Eyes narrow, his smirk turning colder, more calculated.]
Jeon Jungkook
(muttering) So, I’m the forgotten heir? That’s cute. Let’s see how long that stays true.
Jeon Jungkook
[Swings his legs off the bed, his voice low and laced with dangerous confidence.]
Jeon Jungkook
Time to rewrite this story... and destroy everything the Lord God thinks he controls.
Jungkook continues to observe the details of his new world.
Jeon Jungkook
So this is what I'm dealing with...
The screen displays more details, a story of family tragedy, betrayal, and a rising antagonist. Jungkook reads, his expression hardening.
007
Jeon Minho was born from a woman who was originally funded by Jeon mother. The woman was an orphan, but she was kind-hearted and always felt sorry for Jeon mother, after she gave birth she fell into depression, a few years later she committed suicide. The body was found by Jeon mother, its unknown whether that stimulated her, but the year after she jumped into the sea, her body was unable to found.
Jeon Jungkook
(snorts) What a mess. Family drama already running deep
007
Jeon Minho’s story became the world's protagonist. As a child, he was oppressed by his family, bullied by his brothers, but later fought back, rising to become a commercial emperor. After countless battles and betrayals, he reached the peak of power and wealth. Jeon Jungkook, however, was nothing but a mere obstacle on his path, not even worth calling an opponent.
Jeon Jungkook
A pawn in someone else's game, huh? Typical.
Text continues, showing the roles of the Jeon family’s three sons. Jungkook absorbs every detail carefully.
007
The three sons of the Jeon family: The eldest, Jeon Jungkook, is calm and composed, but in reality, he is the most naïve and manipulated. He doted on his half-brother, Jeon Hyunwoo, to the point of foolishness. Under Jeon’s father's guidance, he became the shield protecting Jeon Hyunwoo, all while bullying Jeon Minho.
Jeon Jungkook
(chuckles darkly) So this is the so-called 'family.' Sounds like they’ve already chosen their favorite son. Pathetic.
007
Despite his apparent intelligence, Jeon Jungkook became a tool for Jeon Hyunwoo, a shield, while the family turned a blind eye. In the end, he was left to bear Jeon Minho's vengeance and was deprived of his rightful inheritance, dying in poverty.
Jeon Jungkook
(scoffing) Cannon fodder. That’s all he was meant to be.
Jungkook sits back, his eyes narrowing with determination.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m not gonna end up like this. I’ll rewrite this entire damn story... And I won’t be some disposable character.
Jeon Jungkook
[Looks at the screen, his fingers tapping the wristband lightly.]
Jeon Jungkook
(smirking) Time to play the game my way.
Jungkook stretches lazily, absorbing the morning light.
Jeon Jungkook
(thinking)*Time to get serious. This isn’t some game. This world might be made of data, but to me, it feels real enough.*
He moves toward the large floor-to-ceiling window, basking in the early morning sunlight, his sharp features illuminated. 007’s voice quietly hums in the background, calculating his next move.
007
Fate of the original owner... Calculating possible alterations...
Jeon Jungkook
(smirking) It’s not about playing the Lord God’s game. I’ll rewrite it all, bend it to my will. This body, this life... I’m taking control.
The sun disappears behind the clouds, casting a soft glow over his face as he stares into the reflection of his own sharp, handsome features.
Jeon Jungkook
They think they can make me a puppet, huh? Not gonna happen.
A knock on the door breaks his thoughts. The voice of a servant calls from the other side.
servant
Young Master, breakfast is ready. Time to get up.
Jeon Jungkook
Right on time.
Jeon Jungkook
[Quickly shifts into a more composed demeanor, wiping away any traces of emotion. He wears the charming, refined smile he’s come to master, embodying the original owner's persona.]
Following the memories of the previous owner, he changes into his school uniform, washes up, and heads downstairs for breakfast.
In the dining room, the atmosphere is formal. Jeon’s father sits at the head of the table, reading the newspaper, while Jeon Hyunwoo lounges lazily, his neck stretched out. As soon as his father flips the page, Jeon Hyunwoo presses it down with one hand.
Jeon hyunwoo
Not done yet, dad! Wait!
Mr Jeon
[ Laughs softly, smiling affectionately, and pinches Jeon Hyunwoo’s nose.]
Jeon Jungkook
(thinking)*A typical family moment, huh? Let’s see how long this charade lasts before everything falls apart.*
Jungkook takes his seat, the calm demeanor of the eldest son settling over him, but in his eyes, there’s a fire, a determination to alter his destiny.
He watches the playful moment between Jeon’s father and Jeon Hyunwoo, a familiar scene in this house. But something deeper stirs inside him, a bitter realization of the original owner’s life.
Jeon Jungkook
(thinking)*Jeon Jungkook was brainwashed. His father drilled it into his head that the best of everything should go to his brother, Jeon Hyunwoo. Taking care of his brother was his duty. Not once did he think about himself.*
Jeon Jungkook
(thinking)*All his life, he’s been nothing but a shield, a puppet for Jeon Hyunwoo. He’s been forced to believe that serving his brother was his only purpose.*
Jeon Jungkook
*But that’s not gonna be my fate. I’ll break this cycle. No more living for someone else. I’ll change it all, and I’ll make sure they know that I’m not just the ‘eldest son’—I’m the one in control.*
The family breakfast continues. Jungkook listens carefully, his sharp eyes catching every detail.
Jeon Jungkook
*Take care, huh? Jeon Jungkook would naturally take care of Jeon Hyunwoo... but only because that’s what he was taught. He never had a choice.*
He smiles softly, his face betraying none of the cold calculation beneath. As he sits at the table, he casts a casual glance toward Jeon Minho, whose mind is lost in his own world.
Jeon Jungkook
*But I’m not like him. I won’t just sit quietly while I’m treated as an afterthought. I’m going to change everything.*
The mood shifts slightly as Kim Taehyung, Jeon’s father’s personal assistant, enters with a cup of milk in his hand, blocking Jeon Jungkook’s view of Jeon Minho. He approaches, his tone almost too polite.
Kim Taehyung
Young Master, drink a glass of milk every day.
Jeon Jungkook
(smiling gently) Thank you.
Jungkook’s smile deepens, but his dark eyes flash with a quick, sharp light. He hadn’t forgotten. His real opponent wasn’t just Jeon Minho—there was also Kim Taehyung, who played a far more dangerous game.
Jeon Jungkook
*I almost forgot about him. Kim Taehyung... he’s not just some assistant. Without him, Jeon Minho would never have achieved everything he has in the past ten years.*
Jungkook watches Kim Taehyung carefully, his mind ticking over the strategic importance of this man.
Jeon Jungkook
*Basically, he’s Jeon Minho’s biggest cheat. His biggest asset.*
The atmosphere in the room shifts as Jungkook’s thoughts grow darker, realizing just how much he needs to alter his path in this family of hidden schemers.
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Jungkook sits silently, observing his family and rivals, his sharp mind analyzing every detail.
Jeon Jungkook
*The Jeon family’s genes ran deep, producing three sons who all grew well. But, of course, as the so-called protagonist, Jeon Minho stands out the most.*
Jungkook’s gaze drifts to Jeon Minho, whose flawless, sculpted features resemble a masterpiece. Every angle of his face looks like it was designed to perfection.
Jeon Jungkook
*Compared to him, this body’s features are slightly less striking. But...*
Jungkook’s lips twitch into a faint smirk as his dark, peach blossom eyes gleam with a mischievous light. Those eyes, warm and captivating, carry an almost magical allure. They pull people in, leaving them helpless and breathless.
Jeon Jungkook
*These eyes... they’re my trump card. Let’s see how long they can resist me.*
His gaze shifts briefly to Jeon Hyunwoo and Kim Taehyung, both embodying perfection in their own way. Jeon Hyunwoo’s features mirror the sharpness of Jeon Minho, while Kim Taehyung’s elegance and aura exude effortless charm.
Jeon Jungkook
*Taehyung hides behind his soft demeanor, but I know better.*
Kim Taehyung sits composed, his ear-length hair framing his face. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his smile is friendly, his manner gentle—a picture of an elite assistant. But Jungkook knows the truth.
Jeon Jungkook
*On the surface, he’s an innocent assistant. But in reality, he’s the head of the Kim conglomerate from J country—a chaebol. He’s leagues above the Jeon group in wealth and power.*
Jungkook’s jaw tightens slightly, recalling the history behind Taehyung’s calculated moves.
Jeon Jungkook
*He came here to care for Jeon Minho, the son of his childhood friend’s enemy. Playing both sides like a pro... That man is no ally of mine.*
Jungkook leans back in his chair, his sharp eyes flickering with amusement and determination. He knows the game he’s in and plans to play it better than anyone.
Jeon Jungkook
*Three sons, a puppetmaster, and an empire at stake. Fine, let’s see who comes out on top.*
Breakfast table is filled with an awkward mixture of warmth and cold tension. Jeon Jungkook sips his milk in silence, his mind swirling with thoughts.
Jeon Jungkook
*In J country, the Mafia is legal, and the Kim family stands at the top—one of the most powerful in the global arms trade. And yet, Kim Taehyung, the heir to all that, is here playing house as my father’s personal assistant.*
Jungkook’s sharp eyes flick briefly toward Taehyung, who casually adjusts his gold-rimmed glasses. He still couldn’t figure the man out.
Jeon Jungkook
*All because of childhood memories? Maybe Jeon Minho’s mother was his one ray of sunshine in a dark world. And when she died, that light stayed with him, making him feel obligated to protect her son. Does he see Minho as his ‘pure land’?*
Jeon Jungkook
[Shakes his head subtly, dismissing the ridiculous thought.]
Jeon Jungkook
*Whatever his reasons, the fact remains—he’s not going anywhere. And he’s going to keep helping Jeon Minho climb higher. But not without a fight.*
Jungkook sets his cup down, his gaze sweeping over the table. Jeon’s father and Hyunwoo laugh warmly together, their bond unshakable. Jungkook, Minho, and Taehyung eat in silence, the air between them heavy.
Jeon Jungkook
*They’re the real father and son. The rest of us? Just extras in this picture. If the old Jungkook had seen this earlier, he wouldn’t have ended up so pathetic.*
Jeon Jungkook
[Jungkook’s lips curve into a faint, mocking smile. His gaze flits coyly to Taehyung, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker.]
For a moment, Taehyung freezes, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Jungkook’s expression. His heart skips a beat as he processes the unexpected boldness in the young man’s eyes. But when he blinks, Jungkook has already turned back to his porridge, calm and composed.
Kim Taehyung
*What the hell was that?*
After breakfast, as usual, Taehyung drives the three brothers to school. His demeanor remains professional and equal, but Hyunwoo’s lively chatter makes them seem the closest. Meanwhile, Jungkook sits quietly in the back, his calculating eyes watching every move Taehyung makes.
Jeon Jungkook
*No matter how fair he pretends to be, his heart isn’t neutral. But that’s fine... two can play this game.*
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