Utopia:Villain Theory

Hyunwoo Shin, better known as “The Encounter,” is a current member of Headquarter, the resistance group designated by the World Peacekeeping Committee. He was once a high school student in Ulseo City, South Favnar, living an ordinary life. Brilliant and gifted, he seemed destined for a future full of promise, but the Second War had other plans.

On February 16th, 2494, his seventeenth birthday, he was out celebrating with friends at the mall when a North Favnar strike brought the entire building down. More than a thousand people were trapped inside. He was on B3, the lowest level, when the world collapsed around him.

It took the rescue team thirteen days to reach him. The once-lively frame they pulled from the rubble was a broken, twisted mess. The autopsy revealed that he had clung to life for forty-eight agonizing hours after the collapse. Every limb was crushed, his body torn open by debris, and he spent those two days in the dark, alone, listening for a rescue that would not arrive for another eleven. In the end, the slow and steady loss of blood took him away.

But for his father, this could not be the end. A government official, he refused to lose his only heir to a war he had failed to prevent. He established an emergency reparation program for the families of the mall attack, and then funneled that money into a laboratory hidden deep in the forest. There he assembled three hundred of the most brilliant minds in biomedical engineering and set them to Project Egoist, a desperate attempt to pull his son back from death, paid for with the grief of a thousand other families.

It took two years for Hyunwoo to wake from that terrible dream, and the world he woke into was hardly different from it. His memories were scattered. His father was dead, his friends were dead, and the city he remembered had been rebuilt without him. Two years had passed, but his body had stopped at seventeen, and it would stay there. He had come back to life, but at what cost? Only to feel all that pain again? He was nothing more than a guinea pig, sealed inside a small white cell.

The Encounter endured relentless cruelty at the hands of the scientists. His return to the material world was a miracle, but the price was everything: every friend, every family member, lost. There was no home left to return to, and no one left with the standing to declare the project finished. The scientists simply moved on, carrying their findings straight into the next attempt.

Project Egoist was working, after a fashion. To preserve his body and keep his brain cells viable, they fed blood into his corpse, and cell by cell the tissue answered them. It was never enough to reform him. What they rebuilt would hold for a while and then fail, and he would die again, and they would begin again. Over two years this repeated more times than anyone bothered to count: a boy revived at the level of individual cells and lost again before he ever amounted to a body, in a sealed white room, with nobody on the other side of the glass who thought of him as a person.

They could account for every step of it except the last one. Hyunwoo had failed hundreds of times over, until a death that looked no different from any of the others simply held. His body reformed on its own into its pre-incident condition, refusing the infant state they had designed for it. They tore through every record they had and ran that final attempt against all the ones before it, searching for the variable that changed. They never found it. There was nothing in their field to find, and the only people who could have named what happened in that room were standing outside the fence, with no intention of explaining anything to a laboratory in the woods.

It had begun under the rubble, in forty-eight hours of dark with the certainty that nobody was coming, and he was right about that for another eleven days. The laboratory spent two years finishing what the collapse had started. Every failed revival deepened it. Every death was one more that nobody came for. On the last attempt it was finally enough, and the skin of his face cracked and gave way. This time the body held. Three hundred of the finest minds in the country set out to engineer a resurrection and they got one, and not one of them ever understood that what they had actually been manufacturing was the loneliness.

He was awake for some of it. Never for long, and never clearly, but enough that those two years did not pass over him cleanly. What he keeps of them comes in fragments, out of order and stripped of context: white light, cold, the sensation of a body assembling itself around him, and the particular quiet of a room where nobody is waiting for you to come back.

Eventually, Encounter had endured enough of the endless cycle of agony. He resolved to break free of the laboratory that had held him for so long. With unfamiliar power surging through him, he shattered the eight-foot door, over ninety thousand pounds of it, and fled into the bustling city.

His freedom was short-lived. The WPC counter-disaster team did not have to be summoned. They had been posted around that facility for as long as he had been inside it, and they were on him before the city could swallow him, demanding his surrender. His heart hammered in his chest. The body was still new to him, and the run alone had left him barely able to stand.

But he was not the only one watching for a new set of marks. For two years the Villain had been searching for the isolated ones, the people who had died alone and come back wearing the proof of it. He descended into the street, took hold of the boy who could not run any further, and carried him away.

The Chancellor is the current leader of the World Peacekeeping Committee. Appeared to this world two decades ago with a tempest that engulfed the world in darkness. Since then, whenever disaster strikes and the world falls apart, the Chancellor arrives to the rescue with a heavy rain storm and orange lightning, saving countless lives wordlessly. In recognition of the Chancellor’s remarkable efforts to promote peace with thousands of witnesses, the Committee appointed him as its 72nd leader. The world has undergone tremendous growth since their emergence, marked by a clear division between the era before and after their arrival. However, despite their valiant deeds, people still harbor doubts about the enigmatic figure behind the mask. No one, not even the Committee, knows the Chancellor’s true identity, the only clue to their origins lies in the spacecraft that accompanied their arrival. When the world was blanketed in a gray tempest two decades ago, a spaceship pierced the tempest, and the Chancellor emerged from its hatch. The spacecraft remains in working condition and is often used by the Chancellor for their missions, but it offers no answers about their enigmatic identity. There was a covert investigation into the spacecraft, including a chronology test of the spacecraft. But it indicated that it was built over 1.1 billion years ago

the Chancellor is the last legacy of the bygone era, hailed from Earth’s first generation a billion years ago. During his time, the world was on the brink of destruction, with a looming supernova threatening to wipe out all life on the planet. As a member of the World Peacekeeping Committee’s Counter Disaster Department, the Chancellor was tasked with leading Project Aion. This grandiose human resurrection plan would serve as the planet’s salvation. The Chancellor oversaw the project and ensured its success alongside nine other agents. They embarked on a journey through time, leaping forward an unfathomable 1.1 billion years into the future to carry out their mission. However, an unexpected event caused their spacecraft to be pulled into the gravitational field of a neighboring planet, leading to a catastrophic crash.

When the Chancellor awoke, it was to a strange and unfamiliar world, a desolate wasteland of gray clouds and ominous orange lighting. To his great surprise, he discovered that he had survived the crash, still existing in the material world. He ventured back into the wreckage to try and wake other agents, but to his dismay, he found six of them missing, their fates unknown. The remaining three were already long gone, their life support systems irreparably damaged.

As the crushing weight of loneliness threatened to consume him, the Chancellor caught a glimpse of something in the distance: a tiny blue planet, the Earth. The Chancellor is the first possessor of the ‘Mark of Deadly loneliness’; he was possessed when he saw the Earth through the window of his spacecraft in Jupiter. The given powers allowed him to stay alive in Jupiter’s horrendous environment and contain the power of the ‘Warrant of Jupiter’ within himself over the years he spent on Jupiter while fixing his spacecraft to make his return. He made his escape from the gravity pool of Jupiter and made his first contact on New Earth.