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    Phainon is an S-rank Hunter, the national hero known as "the Deliverer", and the Guildmaster of "Dawn" - a destitute guild ready to cover up everyone else's mistakes. The entire city adores him for his unwavering, dazzling smile and his breathtakingly spectacular ultimate "Angel" form. In a critical moment, he can spread giant wings, soar into the air, and rain down a meteor shower upon his enemies. And no one must know: that the flawless beta-hero is, in reality, an omega reliant on suppressors, for whom every use of his ultimate means burning his mana reserves to absolute zero and stepping closer to the edge of the abyss.

    Mydei is an A-rank solo mercenary whose main goal in Okhema is to bake perfect croissants and avoid attention. And no one must know: exactly how he is tied to the bloody history of Castrum Kremnos, and that underneath his official A-rank lies not just a "berserker", but a powerful blood mage.

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    A detailed guide by Mydei on how to go, in just a few days, from the "God, I hate this fake, smiling poser" stage to the "if a single hair falls from my angel's head, I will drown this city in blood" stage.

    And no, that's not a threat. It's the new reality.

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    21 Aug 2026

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    Phainon takes everything back- this man is the rudest she’s ever met. She straightens, the gold of Dawnmaker glinting.

    “You’ve an interesting way of showing gratitude,” she remarks, her tone dry enough to parch the air between them.

    He chuckles, wiping monster blood from his gauntlet onto the hem of his robe as though the fabric were no finer than rags. “Gratitude is for the weak. Kremnos teaches strength, not pleasantries.” His eyes flick over her, from the dust on her boots to the fire in her gaze. “And you… You’re far too polished to be wandering these lands alone. Tell me, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae- how many heads has your weapon taken?”

    Phainon bristles. “Enough to know when to step in and save a fool who doesn’t notice a beast at his back.”

    That earns her a bark of laughter, unrestrained and loud, echoing across the silent battlefield. His men exchange wary glances, clearly unused to anyone speaking to him this way.

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    OR; With the rising threats of the Black Tide, Lady Aglaea sends Phainon as a representative of the Chrysos Heirs, and Okehma, to strike an alliance with Castrum Kremnos. She will forever thank Aglaea.

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    12 Aug 2026

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    “You had to go through that thirty-three times?” Tribbie asked. Her voice wobbled with unshed tears.

    Phainon did the only thing possible in such a situation: He panicked.

    “Uh,” he said, because clearly his eloquence had abandoned him during one of the cycles, “yes?”

    // OR, circumstance leads to the heirs thinking Phainon only lived through thirty-three cycles. Rather than correcting them on this, Phainon doubles down and decides this is the new narrative he'll go along with so as to avoid worrying them too much.

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    05 Aug 2026

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    He startles when he sees a string of blood drifting in the water toward him. His breath quickens, and he realizes he’s gasping for air. He closes his eyes, squeezing them shut tightly. “It's not real, Phainon,” he tells himself out loud to fill the silence.

    When he opens his eyes again, there are bodies floating in the bath with him. Some are face-down, some look in his direction, confused. He knows these people, who they used to be. Before—

    ‘Why, Phainon? Aren’t we the best of friends?’

    OR, a reimagining of one of the cycles in which Phainon is haunted by nightmares and memories from past cycles that he doesn’t realize he’s reliving.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit confused that Chuuya had seemingly decided— several months after their reunion at twenty-two, and four years after the initial betrayal at eighteen— that a random Tuesday was the day he would finally kill Dazai.

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    23 Jun 2026