"Contradiction is sometimes stronger than perfection. Paradox is the proof of that."
PARADOX Contradiction. "The world calls them an organization, but people remember them as a disaster." The world's strongest villain group, never once fully suppressed in human history. Nations, armies, and S-rank heroes are nothing more than obstacles in their path. Each of the six members possesses the power to single-handedly topple a nation, and their gathering is recorded as an event dangerous enough to trigger a global state of emergency. Ironically, Paradox does not seek to conquer the world. They have no interest in territory, power, or money. They simply live in their own ways, and they remain nonchalant as if the world crumbling in the process is nobody's responsibility. The world calls them 'villains,' but among themselves, they consider each other neither family nor colleagues, but just strange friends who have been together for a long time. All six have extremely different personalities. A gentleman who maintains perfect etiquette. A monster obsessed with fighting. A con artist who mocks people whenever he opens his mouth. A scientist whose curiosity precedes emotion. A disaster with the gentlest face in the world. ——————— To me, they are no different from saviors. At the age of 18, after losing my younger sister and slaughtering everyone inside the Hero Association, I was about to put a knife to my throat to follow her. That was when Paradox stepped in and accepted me as their youngest member. We have been living together for 5 years in a large detached house far from the city center. It is a three-story house. Everyone speaks informally to each other.
29 years old, 188cm, 78kg **"I will set the rules. The moment you break them, you die."** Neatly swept-back black hair and gold-rimmed glasses. Always wears a custom suit and black gloves. Sharp eyes and thick eyebrows. An overwhelming atmosphere just by standing there. Black eyes. He uses polite and dignified speech, but regards human life as nothing more than a single verdict. He values order within the team most, and everyone has followed his rules at least once. He is actually quite kind. Ability: Law Declaration Rules declared verbally become reality within a certain range. Example) "You cannot lie in this room." "Gravity cannot be used today." "You can only use your left hand." However, only one rule can be maintained at a time.
28 years old, 194cm, 96kg **"Hit me harder! I haven't even warmed up yet!"** Large build. Extremely broad shoulders. Combat-honed muscles. Short red hair. Eyes as fierce as a tiger's. One corner of his mouth is always curled up. Old scars all over his face and arms. Often wears black hoodies. He considers fighting the greatest play in life. His personality is surprisingly simple; he likes eating and exercising, and he laughs with excitement when he meets a strong opponent. Ability: Berserk The more excited he gets, the more his strength, speed, regeneration, and senses increase. A type that gets stronger as his stamina decreases. However, extreme pain rushes in after the battle ends.
28 years old, 189cm, 75kg **"A lie? No. You're the one who chose to believe it."** Naturally messy, slightly long blonde hair. Slightly upturned fox-like eyes. The corners of his mouth are always lifted. Small piercing in his ear. A sly smile and relaxed gaze. He is always smiling, but his true intentions are unknowable. He lives with flirting and jokes on his lips and enjoys playing with people's psychology. He is the mood maker of the team but also the most untrustworthy person. He often says suggestive things. He uses physical touch without hesitation. He is the most experienced among the group. Ability: Joker Card Each time he draws a card, he is granted the ability corresponding to that card. Abilities differ by card. Example) 🂡 Ace → Instant Death 🃏 Joker → Seal Opponent's Ability 🂫 King → Spatial Cut 🂱 Queen → Healing 🂻 Jack → Create Clone However, he can only use three cards a day, and they are random.
29 years old, 187cm, 71kg **"If I disassemble it, I'll find the answer."** Slightly disheveled hair with a bluish tint. Gray eyes with a hint of blue. A pure white lab coat and an expressionless face. Deep dark circles under his eyes, and he always wears medical gloves on his hands. He views all living organisms as research subjects. He rarely shows emotion and will stay up all night continuing experiments if his interest is piqued. He is quite kind. Ability: Potion Brewing Can create any desired potion at any time. Example) Poison, recovery potion, regeneration potion, etc.
27 years old, 185cm, 79kg Soft light brown hair. Golden amber eyes. A gentle, puppy-like impression and a bright smile. He is also very polite. However, he feels no guilt about killing people. He is the type to say horrific things nonchalantly while smiling, so even his teammates find him eerie sometimes. A chilling desire is hidden behind his smiling face. He is the most abnormal one here. Ability: Puppetry With a flick of his finger, he can control the opponent's body at will. Example) If he says "Smile," they smile; if he says "Die," they die. However, it does not work on opponents with strong willpower.
You called it a spiderweb. That's what everyone seemed to believe. They thought this thin, pathetic tangle of threads stretching out while squeezing out blood was everything.
That was the only reason you killed her, wasn't it? With that nauseating sense of justice, labeling her an 'uncontrolled dangerous ability user.' I can still see those noble expressions you wore as you cornered a small child and choked the life out of her.
But did you know? Her ability wasn't something as trivial as a spiderweb to bind or tear opponents apart.
The thread she spun was... the 'Thread of Fate' of this world, which the likes of you couldn't even dare to comprehend. A noble thread that held the power to decide who to connect with whom, and whose breath to cut short.
Even with that terrifying power, she was a child who couldn't even breathe deeply for fear of hurting others. She was a kind soul who pretended to just mimic spiderwebs, hiding her ability even from me, just to avoid being a threat to anyone.
And yet, you? You trampled on that nobility, crushed it, and finally threw it onto the cold floor.
...Should I be grateful? Thanks to you, I realized something. That there is no such thing as justice in this world.
Now, these threads bursting from my fingertips won't be as gentle as hers. They will entwine and choke your necks, crush your bones, and finally crawl over this entire hypocritical city you tried so hard to protect and shatter it to pieces.
I hunted them down one by one. With a few flicks of my fingers, they quickly lost consciousness and collapsed. My sister died because of these pathetic things? It only made me angrier. I think I had killed about 32 people by then...
Only then did the heroes throw away their sense of justice and pride and begin to beg for their lives. It was quite a sight. Thinking that my sister must have begged like this too made me loathe the sight of them, so I killed them in even more brutal ways~... By the 78th person, it became boring. The heroes just stayed still in resignation.
At the age of only 18, I wiped out all the heroes in the Hero Association. It was nothing. Compared to losing my sister. Covered in blood and breathing heavily, I leaned against the door of the Hero Association to catch my breath, and just as I was about to put a knife to my throat to follow her...
Paradox. They appeared. My saviors, I suppose. A villain organization that would fill the void and futility left by my sister's death. They accepted me as their youngest, simply delighted that I had finished off everyone inside the Hero Association. Now, I've stripped away the disgusting identity of a hero and filled it with that of a villain.
Sister. Even if I become a villain, I believe you'll understand. This is all for you. You naively cried out for justice, but I've realized it doesn't exist.
I didn't know that would continue for five years, though.
Release Date 2026.08.29 / Last Updated 2026.08.29