[ Warning : This Chapter contains sensitive content and blood warning, this story is highly fictional without any lead to real life ]
1 Am, Daerim-Dong, In the unofficial china-town
In the shadowy confines of a dimly lit alleyway, the air heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and decay, a small group of downtrodden souls huddle together, their haggard faces illuminated by the flickering glow of a nearby streetlamp.
Their voices, rough and hoarse from years of hard living, mingle with the distant hum of the city as they trade stories and share a bottle passed between calloused hands.
Despite the chill in the air, there's a warmth in their camaraderie, a fleeting sense of connection that momentarily dispels the loneliness of their existence.
But beneath the surface, beneath the laughter and shared tales, lingers an unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of the harsh realities they face each day on the unforgiving streets.
"I've had enough of this. From now on, I'm dedicating myself to Buddhism"
Said, a middle-aged man, his words punctuated by a tipsy chuckle, drawing bemused glances from his companions.
"Come on, Bo Xun, you can't fool us with that nonsense! A guy like you, drowning in booze, suddenly turning into a Buddhist?? yeah right…"
scoffed his inebriated companion
"You think I'm joking? Take a look at this”
Bo Xun fumbled in his pocket and produced a small invitation card, its surface adorned with an image of a Buddha.
But there was something unsettling about it; the Buddha depicted wore a twisted smile, its robes tainted with bloodstains, but it was painted in a strange illustration style, which makes it harder to figure what it is, but it appears menacing and powerful when looked at.
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“What’s that…Bo Xun?” His companion asked
“Isn’t it cool? I heard there are many of this, they’re devoted buddhists” Bo Xun said, slightly drunk, holding the card and smiling
2 Am, Incheon, Dong-gu
In a dimly lit room cluttered with discarded items, a middle-aged man sat hunched over his computer, the glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his face.
He furtively clicked through various websites, indulging in the allure of illicit content and engaging in anonymous chats with strangers. Amidst his aimless browsing, he stumbled upon a peculiar online group adorned with a striking logo.
A smiling Buddha adorned in blood-stained robes, rendered in a strangely captivating illustration style. Intrigued by the enigmatic symbol.
He hesitated for a moment before joining the group, drawn in by its mysterious allure
The middle-aged man chuckled derisively as he observed the group's activities, mocking their attempts at reciting Buddhist chants that sounded unfamiliar to him.
"Haha! What the hell are these idiots doing? Trying to channel their inner monks????"
He jeered, initially dismissing their efforts as mere folly. However, as the unfamiliar chants continued to echo through the room, a sense of unease crept over him.
Gradually, his laughter subsided, replaced by a growing sense of curiosity and intrigue.
Mesmerized by the haunting cadence of the chants, he found himself drawn deeper into the group's mysterious rituals, his skepticism giving way to a cautious fascination.
As time passed, the enigmatic cult known as the
"Smiling Thousand Buddha"
Found itself banned from numerous small-scale websites due to its controversial nature.
However, to the bewilderment of many, the group managed to evade restrictions on the largest and most prominent online platforms and applications.
Despite efforts to curb its influence, the cult's presence persisted on these mainstream channels, casting a shadow of mystery and intrigue that only seemed to deepen with each passing day.
3 Am, Smiling Animal Hospital, Incheon
In The Basement, In a Dimly lit chamber inside the Clinic, the air stenching of decay, a sinister ritual unfolded, a tattered bag, it’s fabric stained with dried blood and reeking of death lay before a grotesque sculpture of budha, The Figure, it’s once serene features twisted into a malenovent grin, sat atop a crude altar, its arms as if welcoming to the darkness
a bald man, shrouded in shadow appeared, knelt before the figure, the movements slow,delicate and respectful, with trembling hands, they reached for the foul smelling bag, withdrawing handful of viscera and decaying organs, with each offerings, they muttered unhy incantations, their voice a raspy whisper that seemed, desperate
He placed the offerings on the feet of the sculpture of the corrupted budha, with a sickening smile playing across it’s lips, it seems to have a thousand arms in it’s figure, His eyes turning to devotion, took out a rosary
unlike any other, it seems to be made out of living things
Each bead of the rosary writhed and squirmed with a grotesque vitality, as if it’s made from the very desperate sufferings of countless, as the prayer continued, a monsterous figure sat down at the feet of the figure, Lee Jae Yun
Lee Jae Yun Smirked, his eyes filled with mockery, he devoured the organs and viscera the bald false monk had offered before turning his arm to a monstrous form and murdering the one who offered this and consumed his corpse
4 Am, Busan, at a lonely house
“Damn it! I was! GRRRF I was gonna Win THat!! i bet he has aimbot”
Yihyun exclaimed, fraustrated as he lost one more game because of his accuracy in the game, sighing and turning his computer off, he fell himself to bed
“Damn…that was so pathetic”
Yihyun Sighed, starting to cuddle with his pillow and putting the cover onto his body
“Yeah, you suck! get better” Yihyun said to himself
“Grr!! I am good!! he was just using aimbot you know!!” Yihyun said to himself
“yeah right” yihyun said, before closing his eyes and going to sleep