Chapter 0 : Marksman of the magic Bullet.

Marksman of the Magic Bullet.

Such a thing truly exists.

A tale from German folklore—later adapted into an opera, gaining great renown.

Magic bullets that never miss their mark. But the seventh bullet… it’s cursed to strike the one you love most. A wretched ability.

An incredibly powerful gift, yet ultimately, a useless one.

After my younger sibling and my lover both died by my gun…

I lost the ability to love—even myself.

“Ah…”

How long has it been since I last made a sound?

I stared blankly at the dreary sky unraveling before me.

What is this? Even after decades in this hellish world, I have never seen anything like it.

I thought I knew everything there was to know, yet something beyond my understanding is happening.

I turned toward the mirror.

A woman with lifeless eyes stared back at me. A hollow shell, moving forward only out of obligation—completely empty inside.

But I am not the only one.

This world is dead. It breathes, barely, but to call it alive would be a cruel joke.

Should I go? Will something happen? Is it too late to seek the light?

Yet, there was no reason not to.

I rose from the shattered throne, moving slowly toward the place where the bright light poured through.

As always—my gun, loaded with magic bullets, in hand.