Re:Write the Doomsday

The Chosen One.

"I'm tired," Ino said softly. He took a step forward as he reached the doorknob from his bedroom door to open. It's a peaceful and pleasant afternoon. After the long work, he finally had the time to rest and catch his breath from his excessive workloads. He strengthened his arms as he sat on the edge of his bed for a while to clear his thoughts from his work projects. After a while, he roamed his eyes around the room as he felt nostalgia rushing through him. Then he decided to open his phone and started scrolling through various websites. Looking at the excessive information coming from his screen, it looked as if your normal newsfeed same as every day, with nothing new, boring, and consistent.

After a few more seconds, he sighed from boredom.

"I'll just read." As he looked helplessly at his phone, he opened his Wovel app and started scrolling through his saved novels.

Before Ino became obsessed with reading novels, he was a student who exceeded all the talent he had. It's like the Lord loved him dearly; people even declared him a prodigy. There are massive numbers of people who admire him, but we know that people who oppose him exist. Jealousy? We knew it was inevitable from the start; it was one of the reasons why he was tired of the spotlight. Desires, envy, and greed of others were things that he always felt from their gazes behind their admiration. He was sick of it, as if every glare gave him the ache in his stomach that he had never asked for. Ino didn't pursue university; he secluded himself from others and never trusted anyone. There were only two reasons as to why: first, money. Second, his survivability. At that time, Ino never really had anything for himself. It sounds ridiculous, but if you think about it, people were never in his shoes to understand what he was experiencing. That's why Ino engrossed himself in other things; at that time, he realized and figured out his interests. He was barely more than a boy when he first began to realize how much he could expand his interests and entertainment.

Before now, he'd felt like his life was a dreary, straight-and-narrow existence with nothing interesting or remarkable in it. He sought something more and hoped to find it by stepping into a world outside his own routine everyday life. Reading fictional books has picked up his interest at that time, as if the life he had been dreaming of could only be written on that small piece of paper. There he learned to express and entertain himself more from his stressful days, especially now at work, and it helped him a lot to find his new interest; those novels and manhwas became hobbies of his until he just knew he got captivated by them.

Ino lay down still on the bed as he positioned himself comfortably. "They finally updated it." He clicked the novel with the title written on it, 'As I follow and foresee'. It was one of his favorite novels; the novel was serialized three years ago. It was a bit new, but Ino was so invested in it, and currently it consists of at least 513 chapters.

"It's been a while." He mumbled to himself as he opened the latest chapter.

Loading........ Loading......

Loading....... Loading.....

It felt like he was experiencing constant loading issues due to a poor WiFi signal. The novel had only been updated after three months, which was unusual compared to before. Lately, it seemed like the author had been taking much longer to release new updates.

"Why does it takes so long?" He reloaded the chapter once again.

*BLANK*

"Huh? Something must've gone wrong." He refreshed the chapter once again but only the empty space appeared on his screen.

*BLANK*

As another blank space on the screen reappeared, he tried to reload the chapter again and again. After a few more minutes of trying, he finally gave up.

"Again?" Ino muttered, his mind drifting. "It must be an error." With a sigh of disappointment, he decided not to force it anymore. He dropped his phone beside his head on the bed, giving up on reloading the chapter. Deciding to rest, he hoped it might work later. Staring at the ceiling, drowsiness gradually overtook him. He closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Finally, it seemed, he could rest.

**CRACK**

There was a loud noise that was coming from the door.

**CLACK CLICK**

Another one.

**CREEK**

And Again

"What was that?" Ino muttered, his tone edged with annoyance. Forcibly opening his eyes, he sat up on the edge of his bed and waited a few minutes to see if the noise would return.

After some time, another noise followed, louder than the first. Ino hesitated, debating whether to go to the door, but instead, he stood up and waited for the next sound. As he waited, there was silence. Just as he turned his back to the door, the noise returned, louder than before.

THUD!!!

Chills ran down Ino's spine. Uneasy and cautious, his patience finally wore thin. He decided to reach for the door to find out what was going on. Crackk........ Slowly, he extended his hand towards the doorknob and pulled it swiftly.

As the door opened, his eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. Moments later, he felt a sensation on his stomach, something sticky and hot.

"Huh?"

With a confused expression, he looked down and saw his body. Paralyzed by fear, blood began to flow from his mouth. His energy drained from his knees, his body growing weak and limp until he collapsed to the ground.

"What's happening?"

Trying to stay conscious, Ino looked up to see what was going on. Rubbing his eyes, he struggled to identify the unfamiliar face above him, using what little strength he had left.

"I didn't expect this."

The thought echoed in his mind as he slowly looked down. The realization of what had happened overwhelmed him, causing him to lose the ability to think straight.

"Why did i get stabbed suddenly.."

He questioned himself, bewildered by the strange situation. His vision blurred, and he felt his body temperature drop. With a bitter smile, he accepted his fate.

"Ino...."

A faint voice can be heard from everywhere.

"In.....o .........."

"Ino, wakeup already...."

As each words was spoken and reached his ears, the voice only got more louder and clearer.

"Ino... Stop dreaming, wake up...."

"INO!"

Ino opened his eyes, drenched in sweat. "Huh?" He looked around, disoriented, and realized it had been a nightmare. He then noticed his little brother beside him, looking irritated.

"This idiot, I've been calling you for ages. It's already 7 p.m., and you're here sleeping while having a nightmare?" Despite his brother's annoyed expression, Ino couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable, worried look on his face.

"Antares." Anta glared at Ino. He had been there since he heard Ino having a nightmare. Ino reached out and patted Anta's head. "Weirdo," Anta muttered, brushing off Ino's hand and looking away.

"Sorry, don't worry about me; I'm just tired," Ino said, giving Anta a comforting smile. "It was just a weird dream."

"Whatever, let's go down. I'll prepare dinner," Anta replied. Ino smiled and stood up, appreciating everything Anta did for him.

"Calling me brother... Are you sick? Did you eat something wrong?" Ino teased, but Anta just ignored him and headed downstairs.

They both made their way to the living room. Ino smiled as he took in their simple yet cozy home. There was a small table with a plant in the middle, two chairs, an open living room beside the dining area with two sofas, a coffee table, and a TV. They sat across from each other as Anta prepared dinner. They ate together while watching TV.

Ino and Anta lived alone in that house, as no one else had cared for them growing up. Their parents had abandoned them, leaving Ino to raise Anta by himself. Ino had questioned their parents' decision at first, but he quickly realized they would never return. From that day, he sacrificed everything to ensure his little brother could lead a normal life. He provided everything they needed, no matter what it took. Their parents had at least left them the house, with their aunt acting as their guardian and managing the paperwork. Despite everything, they hadn't been left entirely empty-handed.

As they ate, the news caught Ino's attention.

"Breaking news: This week, four murders have been reported in Dulwich, and the perpetrator remains at large. Authorities advise against roaming alone at night. The killer appears to target a few family members per household. It is crucial to keep your homes securely locked as the suspect has not been caught yet. Residents are also encouraged to return home early due to the suspect's brutal methods. The suspect is believed to be acting alone and is described as a man wearing a hooded garment with a cross and rose emblem on the back."

"Dulwich, huh? Here?" Ino pondered while continuing to eat. "So they haven't caught the killer yet?" He glanced at Anta, awaiting a response.

"I don't know. I'm not interested in the news anyway. Besides, I only watch them with you," Anta replied, focused on his food and ignoring the TV.

"Well, this is concerning since it's happening in this neighborhood. How about you stop going to schoo-" Before Ino could finish his sentence, Antares stopped eating abruptly and cut him off.

Antares placed his spoon in the bowl and turned away from Ino, breaking the tense silence. "Ino, I know you're worried about me going to school when it's dangerous because of the killer," he began. "But, we can't predict when the killer will be caught. Do you want me to stop going to school for months or even years until they're caught? You know I need to maintain my grades well... or else..." Antares trailed off, feeling guilty for exaggerating his words but also panicked about their situation.

Ino, sensing Antares' distress, finally spoke with a worried expression. "I know it's risky outside, Anta. Anything could happen. You're all I have left; remember that." He wanted to remind Antares not to be reckless, despite the tense atmosphere.

Antares felt he had overreacted, knowing that Ino was sensitive about their safety. He didn't add anything more, feeling the conversation had become too awkward. "I'll go to bed early. School tomorrow," Antares said as he left the table and headed to his room without looking back at Ino.

As he climbed the stairs, Antares felt a weight on his chest from his words to Ino. They echoed in his mind, making him feel like he had been drenched in cold water. Ino always took care of him, and Antares wanted to repay him somehow. Despite not being able to change Ino's sacrifices for him, the pressure of gratitude never left him.

Ino, worried for his little brother, sighed as he touched his head. "I just hope nothing bad happens," he muttered to himself as he cleaned the dishes and returned to his room, the heaviness of their conversation lingering in the air.

After that, a month seemed to go by without incident, as Anta's test results and birthday quickly approached.

Ino hurriedly got ready for Anta's upcoming birthday, which was just around the corner. As he finished doing his laundry outside, he cursed under his breath while checking his savings.

"Tsk, damn it. I forgot to save money," he muttered with a worried expression, feeling frustrated.

"Argh! What should I do? Should I just get him a cake?" He paced back and forth, biting his nails in anxiety until an idea struck him.

"Ahhh, I've got it!"

He quickly changed into a white polo, black trousers, and a black coat to dress up for the occasion. Ino left the house to buy everything he needed. He picked up various foods, desserts, a birthday cake, and even a new leather bag for Anta to use in the upcoming school year. Although Ino hadn't saved any money, he felt satisfied that he had bought decent gifts for Anta.

Returning home, Ino rushed upstairs to wrap the gifts and organize everything for the celebration. He wanted everything to be perfect for Anta's special day.

Ino smiled to himself as he admired the leather bag he had bought for Anta's birthday. "Well, it's been three years since I got him a new one. I hope he likes it," he mused before heading downstairs to prepare the food and cake he had bought. "Now, I just have to wait for him to come back," he thought proudly, surveying the table set with delicious food.

*knock knock*

"Hmmmm?" He glanced at the door.

*knock knock*

Ino's smile faltered as he glanced at the door, feeling a bit uneasy. "This isn't Anta; he has a key," he thought, taking a cautious step back. The knocks continued, growing louder and more insistent. Ino grabbed a knife from the table and slowly approached the door, his heart racing with apprehension.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

With a swift motion, Ino flung the door open, ready to confront the unexpected visitor.

"STUPID, IDIOT BRO-"

"WHO THE FU-"

Both Ino and Anta froze in shock, staring at each other wide-eyed. Ino was still holding the knife, and Anta looked bewildered by the scene.

"You... Why are you here, Anta?" Ino asked, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise.

"What do you mean? And why are you holding a knife?" Anta replied, glancing at the knife in Ino's hand.

"W-Well, I was just being cautious...you know," Ino stammered, feeling embarrassed by the misunderstanding.

Anta chuckled awkwardly. "Anyways, I lost my keys, so I knocked," he explained, offering a sheepish smile.

"It's fine. Come in; I prepared something," Ino said, feeling relieved that it was just a misunderstanding.

As they entered the house, Ino turned to Anta with a mischievous grin. "So, how did you do?" he asked, referring to Anta's test results.

Anta smirked and quickly pulled out the paper from his bag. "Perfect, as expected," he boasted, looking proud of himself.

Ino ruffled Anta's hair affectionately. "Bragging now, huh?" he teased, amused by Anta's confidence.

"Of course, it was just an easy task," Anta replied nonchalantly, but his eyes sparkled with pride.

Ino raised an eyebrow. "Wow, look at this mutt being all that. Aren't you forgetting something today?" he teased, watching Anta's puzzled expression.

Before Anta could respond, Ino dramatically revealed the birthday table filled with food and a cake in the middle. "TADAAAA! It's your birthday, kid!" he exclaimed proudly.

Anta's eyes widened in surprise. "You prepared all this?" he asked, genuinely touched by Ino's effort.

"Of course I did. It looks great, right?" Ino shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"Maybe," Anta teased, but then he went to Ino and gave him a simple hug.

Ino kneeled to adjust his height and hugged him back. "Happy birthday, kid," he whispered, feeling grateful to celebrate another year with his brother.

After blowing out the candle and making a wish, they sat down to eat. Ino and Anta reminisced about past experiences and shared stories from school. As they talked, they realized how much they relied on each other for support.

Ino occasionally glanced at Anta with adoration, recognizing the maturity they both showed in handling certain situations. Their shared expressions spoke volumes about the strength of their bond.

"Ah, look, it's already late; let's clean up," Ino remarked, glancing at the clock on the wall which showed it was already 7 PM. He got up and started clearing the dishes from the table. "After this, come up to my room; I have something for you," he added, catching Anta's curious gaze.

"Let's finish everything first," Ino insisted, motioning for Anta to help him with the cleaning.

Once they were done, Ino signaled Anta to follow him upstairs. They both sat on the bed in Ino's room.

"Here," Ino handed over the gift, prompting Anta to look at him with confusion.

"What's this?" Anta asked, tilting his head, but he accepted the gift from Ino.

"Just open it," Ino urged with a smile.

Antares unwrapped the gift to reveal a new black leather bag. He examined it and then looked back at Ino, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Thank you, Ino," Anta said gratefully.

"I mean... Thank you for always being there for me," Anta added shyly, looking away. Ino grinned at his brother's rare display of shyness.

"Well, I'll go back to my room now, Ino," Antares said, standing up.

"Alright, go get some rest; I'm sure you're tired," Ino replied with a smile as Anta left the room.

"I'll treasure this. And I'll organize my room first. Thanks for everything today, Brother," Anta called back with a kind smile before disappearing into his own room.

Ino spent the next couple of hours tidying up his room, feeling content with the day's events despite not getting any work done.

"Haah, I should clean up too," Ino sighed to himself as he opened the door and stepped out to start cleaning.

Before he could even react, a man in a black hood dashed him with a knife.

"Shit,"

Ino's heart was racing as he struggled to defend himself against the intruder. He tried to counter the knife that was coming at his side, but it was too fast.

In a split second, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs as the knife went deep, piercing his skin and flesh. He realized the gravity of the situation as the attacker continued to press his advantage, showing no signs of relenting.

"Are you the killer on loose?"

He asked the man to buy time, but it didn't respond,.

Ino knew that he couldn't take on the murderer in a physical fight. He had no training in martial arts. Despite knowing that he was outmatched physically, Ino's determination to protect Anta spurred him to action. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing while thinking Anta would also get caught with the danger.

"Come at me." His eyebrow furrowed as he strongly gripped his hands. He knew that provoking the assailant now was the wrong move, but he needed to do it. It was the only way he could think of.

Before Ino could even react, the murderer had already thrown a dagger and slit his throat. Ino was paralyzed in fear; the shock made him realize he was unable to mutter a single word. He was unable to speak.

"PUAHHH!" Ino's neck was a fountain of blood. The murderer didn't stop there. He dashed forward to reach Ino's leg's veins, he couldn't react in time as the assailant swiftly severed it, Ino fall in his knees, leaving him to bleed out on the ground.

He attempted to support his neck with his hands, but his strength had been sapped by the blood loss, making him slowly slump on the floor. He was incapable of even moving to find cover, much less escaping or calling for help.

Just as Ino was mustering the strength to speak, the assailant stomped off his head, cutting off his words. He then whipped out a sharp axe as if it appeared out of nowhere. Panic rose in Ino's throat as the man whispered in his ear,

"You need to die."

*!!!!*

Ino's legs were severed in a blink of an eye. His body was hurling and trembling from the pain he has been experiencing. Mixed emotions were being followed as to why things would even happen. The shock and traumatizing scenario made Ino's state even worse. Only words were followed by the murderer.

"I'm chopping everything."

As he forcefully gripped Ino's chin, it forced him to open his mouth. He grasped his tongue and cut it off slowly, making sure he could feel every single moment he tortures him. Now Ino who was covered in his own blood, was paralyzed from the terror shock he had just received and was unable to speak. Not only his vocal were severed, but even his tongue was even cut off.

"Well, you can't speak, i don't find your tongue being usefull then."

The killer said sarcasticly as a faint voice followed from the other direction.

"B..brother?" Ino attempted to raise his head as his eyes grew wide.

"N....No!! STOP!!" Ino wanted to shout this words as his mentality completely crumbled.

"TOO LATE."

Ino tried to scream; his face had a horrified look. He doesn't want to even start imagining the worst things that might happen to Anta. The murderer looked back at Ino for a moment before swinging the axe on Anta's shoulder; it laughed maniacally like a psychopath, sending Antares's arm flying off.

"So you really had a little brother, huh? Ino Siente?"

Antares, who fell completely in utter shock, hadn't realized what happened. He slowly looked at his left arm, and it was... Gone.

"A....AAAHHHHHHHH!"

Antares screams of agony pierced the air, a testament to the excruciating pain coursing through his body. His body crumbled to the floor, incapable of comprehending the cruel reality unfolding before him. With each passing moment, his blood continued to spill, painting a dark narrative on the ground.

Despite the torment, Ino's survival instincts kicked in, compelling him to writhe and crawl toward Antares and the assailant looming over them. Every movement was a battle against the searing pain, yet Ino's gaze remained fixed on the murderer, a look of defiance etched upon his features.

A cold determination settled in Ino's eyes. It was as though the very essence of vengeance and anger radiated from his stare, at that time there were only 3 words that kept repeating on his mind as he moved forward.

"I'LL KILL YOU."

ーーーーーーー

"Haha... HAHAHAHHAHA!

I adore how you expressed yourself!"

The assailant's sinister grin widened from ear to ear, a twisted display of sadistic pleasure. Ino's heart sank as he helplessly watched the scene unfold before him. Antares, his beloved brother, was being mercilessly stabbed into the ground.

The murderer's maniacal laughter echoed in the room, a chilling soundtrack to the brutality taking place. The assailant's mocking words cut through the situation, taunting Ino with his helplessness.

"That's right, Ino Siente... You need to feel this more,"

At that time, Ino was experiencing only one emotion at that moment. RAGE. the need to murder at that very moment.

The sound of Antares's suffering pierced through Ino's ears like shards of glass. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as his brother endured unimaginable pain, his body mangled and covered in wounds. Ino's own injuries throbbed in tandem with his emotional turmoil, adding to his sense of helplessness.

"Argh... Phwah!" Antares spat out blood. The murderer's grin only widened as he turned his attention to Ino, his gaze filled with malice. Leaning in closer, he spoke with a chilling calmness.

Then, in a surreal twist, the assailant vanished into thin air, leaving behind a haunting echo of his final words in Ino's ears. "Make the most out of it, you're a hindrance... so your little journey is over here,"

Ino's throat burned with the urge to scream, to express the sheer horror and anguish he felt, but his vocal cords had been severed, rendering him mute. He was left with only silence, a suffocating void that mirrored the emptiness in his heart.

"I just wanted to give him a life that I couldn't experience-to not lack in anything. I just wanted him to have everything I couldn't."

Ino was enraged and wanted to scream with the tragic scene of his younger brother. He was helpless, useless and unable to do anything. His only wish was to provide Antares with a decent life, devoid of the need for those so-called parents who had deserted them. All he wants was for him to get the most out of life.

After a bit Ino finally settled down a little, he attempted to look in Antares face, he couldn't help himself but to experience a range of emotions as he saw his little brother suffering. Anta was covered in his own blood laying there like a dead body. Ino was aware that their chances of survival were slim...

But still Anta was determined as he attempted to crawl toward Ino, atleast he thought he needed to be by his brother side till the end.

"This IDIOT! DON'T COME HERE!"

"No.. the wounds on your bodies..."

"please... i can't talk.."

"please don't move Anta..."

"please just stay there..."

"Why do you have to suffer!?"

"It would have been enough if i die"

"Why do you have to be involved as well?.."

Ino lay there, bleeding and trembling, unable to move. As he forced himself to keep his eyes open, he watched as his younger brother Anta crawled toward him. Anta's movements were slow and agonizing, and Ino could see the pain and terror in his eyes. Despite the horrific scene that was unfolding before him, he couldn't bring himself to look away.

Finally, Anta stopped crawling. He reached out his hand to Ino, as if seeking comfort and reassurance. Ino took his hand and held it tightly. Anta opened his mouth to speak, but only blood spewed forth. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized that Anta was dying.

"Don't speak anta.."

"please i beg you don't let me see you suffer..."

" Anta..."

"Anta... "

"I understand.... that you're unable to speak," Anta said in a faint tone. Ino held Anta's hand tightly, his heart aching as he watched his younger brother's strength fade. Anta's breathing was shallow now, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay conscious.

"I'm glad," Anta whispered, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I... appreciate you for being the greatest family I've ever had."

Ino's heart broke as he realized that they were both going to die. He held Anta's hand even tighter, as he felt his chest was getting heavier. He knew that there was nothing he could do to change their fate, but he refused to let Anta go.

"I'm.. happy... to be with you..."

"D..did you know whats my wish?"

"It was...."

Ino widened his eyes as he heard the faint voice one last time.

Anta's eyes closed for the last time, Ino felt a surge of anger and grief wash over him. He knew that he would never forget this moment, even if he managed to survive.

"A free life where i achieved my dream?" He thought.

Ino eyes starts to become cloudy as a range of thoughts was rushing inside his head.

"I'm unable to... simply continue this way."

"Is it the Devil or God Itself? "

"If there is a possibility.. "

"Kindly... "

"Please give me another opportunity... "

The man with the hood had reappeared.

"That was quite the performance, wouldn't you agree? It really tugged at the heartstrings, that bond you two shared! How touching!!..."

"Hmmm...."

"Why the silence?..."

"Oh dear~ I seem to have forgotten about the throat-slitting. My apologies~"

"I have one more gift for you, Ino Siente."

After uttering these words, he extracted Ino's left eye and burst into hysterical laughter.

"Well then, I'll be taking him with me now~"

With that, he swiftly took hold of Antares' lifeless body and vanished into thin air, leaving Ino no chance to react.

As the man disappeared with Antares' lifeless body, Ino's mind raced with memories of happier times. A bitter smile crept onto his lips, a mix of sorrow and defiance.Ino knew that he was at death's door, but his spirit refused to yield. With his remaining strength, he whispered a vow into the void.

"I will find you, Anta. No matter what it takes, I'll bring you back. Even if it costs me my soul, I won't rest until we're together again."