The Opposite of Beauty

Destiny intertwined here: between people, among all living things.

An evil countenance.

The root of the chaos was death—even though death was nothing unfamiliar in this country. But true death seemed very far away from the wealthy.

They were well protected, with even the law serving them. Convenience, comfort, privilege... They toyed with every advantage, never imagining that one day death would appear so close.

The man with bright-red blood flowing from his chest was probably a famous conductor. In some ordinary countries, he might even have been treated like a national treasure. Such a dazzling life had vanished just like that.

The conductor's life had ended upon the stage, abruptly cut short at the climax of the orchestral piece, truly burying himself in the midst of a great symphony.

But clearly, the audience had no desire to praise the renowned conductor's achievements at that moment—perhaps they should be more concerned about the situation at hand?

They had been kidnapped.

Then what had the police who had arrived early, before the concert began, been doing? And what about the police chief known as the "Greedy Fat Pig"?

Had this fellow, who only knew how to devour the nation's wealth to the greatest extent possible, finally reached the point where he was useless even for the things he was supposedly useful for and could be discarded...? An old man seated in the highest VIP box was glaring sternly at the accompanying "Greedy Fat Pig."

Chief Jose felt he was truly unjustly accused. To ensure the safety here, he had begun mobilizing personnel since morning. Every guest entering the theater had to undergo several inspections and have their identity confirmed before being allowed inside. As for the theater staff, every single one had already been thoroughly investigated... How had the