Soul system:Return Of The SSS-Ranked Troublemaker-Chapter 59: Game Of Fate (15) Bond.

He slammed his fist into the ground—eyes wide, teeth clenched, shaking with more than just rage.

It wasn’t just frustration anymore.

It was awakening.

Something ancient stirred inside him. Dormant. Deep.

His body began to pulse. A faint glow crept beneath his skin, trailing along his veins like molten lightning. The air thickened around him—buzzing, vibrating with unseen energy.

Leon wasn’t angry anymore.

He was calm.

Focused.

Dangerous.

The ground trembled beneath him. The tree he was leaning on shuddered violently as if recoiling from the pressure rolling off his body.

He forced himself up—legs shaking, but his expression steady. His eyes burned with red energy, a surge of electrified aura wrapping around his arms. Sparks danced between his fingers.

He brought both fists together—

CRACK!

At that exact moment, Soohyung and Elay were locked in combat—two fists on a collision course. The forest around them was a blur of motion and shattered earth, but neither had landed a single real hit. They were perfectly matched.

Callix noticed something—Leon’s stance, his energy, the shift in air pressure.

His eyes widened. "No—!"

He activated Overclock, blinking forward to intercept.

But it was too late.

Leon’s awakened energy clashed with their attacks in a perfect storm.

BOOM!

A shockwave ripped through the forest like a bomb detonating from the inside out.

Everything shattered.

Trees snapped like twigs. Earth cracked and lifted. And the air itself screamed.

Soohyung’s team was blasted backward, the force launching them across the entire island of Jeju like ragdolls in a hurricane.

Soohyung’s eyes widened as he spun through the sky. "What the—!?"

He twisted midair, trying to steady himself.

But then he saw it—

The sky.

It wasn’t night anymore.

It was morning.

"The hell...?" he muttered. "Why is it daylight here?"

His body tumbled down through the forest canopy.

And below him—Zion.

Locked in some kind of struggle.

Soohyung’s instincts kicked in. With a burst of energy, he flipped and landed beside Zion, deflecting a strike aimed at him.

Soohyung looked up at the fractured skyline. Portions of the island were still covered in night—others basked in morning light. It looked as if time itself had been split in half.

"Teleportation? No... that wasn’t just space," he whispered. "He bent time too."

A brief silence passed between them.

Then Soohyung sighed and stepped back. "Anyway—I need to find Somi."

He crouched.

Then launched himself upward, bouncing off tree roots and broken branches like a blur of crimson light.

As he soared through the air, he looked around in disbelief.

Parts of the island were under stars.

Others under sun.

Multiple timelines.

Multiple consequences.

Canada Student POV

West of Jeju Island — Hyeopjae Beach. Nighttime.

Three students sat lazily around a bonfire. Waves lapped softly in the background, while the salty breeze carried the scent of roasted chips and spilled beer.

"Where the hell did you even get that phone?" asked the tan, shirtless guy with spiked blonde hair, wearing nothing but swim shorts.

"Oh, this?" Lindsay grinned, holding up the device like a trophy. "Stole it! Along with the chips and drinks. You’re welcome."

Gogo took a swig of beer, nodding approvingly. "You’re a menace."

Lindsay beamed. "Thank you~"

"So, what’s the plan, Gogo?" she asked.

"Eh, I might find a club around here if any exist." He flicked sand off his leg.

They turned to look at the quiet one in their trio—the guy with the bowl-cut and oversized hoodie, snoring softly.

"Yo, Anon! Wake up!" Gogo shouted.

Anon stirred, blinking groggily. "Huh...?"

"Let’s go clubbing!" Gogo said, already rising.

"O-okay..." Anon stuttered as he stumbled to his feet.

As the two guys began walking off toward the road, Lindsay stayed behind. She ran her hands through her wavy blonde hair, slicking it back, then smirked.

"I heard Koreans like ’em pale," she giggled, her skin tone visibly brightening as if adjusting like a chameleon.

But then—

WHAM!

From the sky, something—or someone—crashed directly onto Gogo’s head with a bone-rattling thud.

"WHAT THE—?!"

"Oh shit..." Anon took a step back, already avoiding eye contact.

"OWW, GET OFF ME, DAMMIT!" Gogo yelled, writhing in pain beneath the weight of... a silent, expressionless boy.

The nameless boy from Soohyung’s group stood up slowly, dusting off his black cloak, his eerie presence washing over the moment like a cold wave.

Lindsay tripped trying to run to them and fell on top of the pile.

"OW!! My back!" Gogo groaned louder, now squashed by two people.

Anon rushed to help Lindsay up as the boy calmly stepped off Gogo’s spine.

Gogo finally sat up, rubbing his ribs. "The hell... who even are you...?"

The boy tilted his head silently, his sharp eyes blinking without a word.

"I think he’s Korean," Anon mumbled, squinting.

"He’s one of the international students, right? But he doesn’t speak English?"

"That’s bullshit," Gogo hissed, grimacing from the pain. "If he’s an international student, he’s gotta speak at least something."

He waved a hand slowly in front of the boy’s face.

Nothing.

"Yup. He doesn’t understand a damn thing."

The soft rumble of a stomach broke the silence.

The nameless boy glanced down, embarrassed. Gogo looked over, eyebrows raised. "Yo, that your stomach?"

He turned to Lindsay, who was lounging on her phone. "Hey, pass me one of those chips we jacked earlier."

Without looking up, Lindsay reached into her tote bag and pulled out a half-opened bag of chips. "Here," she said flatly, tossing it to him.

Gogo caught it and walked over to the nameless boy, extending the bag with a grin. The boy hesitated, then bowed politely in appreciation. "ありがとうございます," he said softly in Japanese.

"Huh? Is that Korean?" Gogo asked, turning to the group.

Anon, sitting nearby with a bottle of soda, shook his head. "Nah... sounds Japanese to me."

Even if they didn’t understand the words, the meaning was clear. The boy accepted the chips with both hands and began eating slowly, clearly starving. Anon handed him a cold drink from a nearby crate. The boy bowed again, murmuring his thanks.

No shared language. No common culture. And yet... they bonded. Over food. Over kindness.

Gogo leaned back, wiping chip crumbs from his hand and smirking. "Let’s go have some fun."

He slung an arm around the boy’s shoulder and waved to Anon to follow. Together, they wandered through the neon-lit streets of Jeju until they found a small, pulsing underground club. Music thumped through the air like a heartbeat. Lights strobed red, blue, purple.

Inside, it was alive—people dancing, laughing, drinking.

Gogo handed the boy his spare phone and opened a translation app. "Here. Use this to talk."

The boy typed quickly, and the app read out in Korean: "Thank you."

"No problem, bro." Gogo grinned. "You don’t got a name, huh?"

The boy shook his head.

"Well damn... we can’t just keep calling you ’hey you’ forever."

Gogo leaned back against the bar, stroking his chin dramatically. "Alright. Lemme think..."

He snapped his fingers. "How about... Anogo.?"

The boy blinked, eyes slightly widening.

"It combined our name gogo and anon, right? Your vibe kinda matches. Quiet, cool, and deadly if you need to be."

The boy paused, then slowly nodded with a faint smile.

"Alright then," Gogo said, raising his drink. "To Anogo!"

"To Anogo," Anon echoed.

The music swelled as they clinked their drinks together—one nameless, one lawless, one voiceless. Yet somehow, they fit.

In a world gone mad, maybe this was what made them human found family, found names, and the simple act of sharing chips with a stranger.

After a while they became Wild. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The bass shook the floor like a war drum. Neon lights stuttered across the bodies grinding and swaying in the dense fog of sweat and perfume. In the heart of the chaos stood Anogo and Gogo—two explosions of color in a sea of flashing strobe.

Anogo wore a loose glittering gold tank top, unbuttoned halfway down, revealing sculpted abs and a silver chain bouncing with every step. He raised a bottle of expensive liquor over his head, letting the crowd cheer as he poured a splash into a few open mouths.

"This is the fuckin’ life, baby!" Anogo shouted, his grin wide and wild.

Gogo twirled beside him—her short mesh jacket riding up as she danced in a black and purple two-piece outfit that glowed under the UV lights. Her hair was dyed half pink, half electric blue, and her laugh cut through the music like a siren.

"You said one drink, Anogo! One!"

Anogo winked. "And I said ’one at a time’!"

The two of them spun into the center of the dancefloor, where a ring had formed around a live DJ mixing on a glowing platform. Gogo jumped in first, her moves sharp and electric, limbs syncing with every beat drop. The crowd howled in approval.

Anogo followed, doing footwork that shouldn’t have been legal in tight leather pants. Together, they were chaos and rhythm, laughter and lust—the stars of Club Inferno.

Somewhere in the corner, phones were recording. Anogo didn’t care. Gogo only winked at the cameras.

Tonight wasn’t about survival.

It wasn’t about missions or morality.

It was about being gods for just a few hours.

And no one did that better than Anogo and Gogo.

[Note every words anogo said was in Japanese.]