Location: Outer Perimeter – East of Chungmuro Safe Zone
Time: 06:39 AM
Status: [Bounty Scenario – Active]
[Tracking Signatures: 27... 35... 41...]
"Every story has an end.
Some just end in blood."
— Unknown Constellation
Dust spiraled through the ruined roadways. Concrete cracked beneath the weight of destruction. The sky had lightened slightly—but the tension hadn't.
Agent 47 stood alone, walking across a broken freeway that once led to the Han River bridge. The wind tugged at his red tie. The Silverballers gleamed like steel fangs holstered at his side.
But he wasn't alone anymore.
The bounty was live.
[You are being tracked.]
Number of hunters converging: 62
Skill trigger: Tactical Awareness (Master)
Detected:
– Ambush from northeast (long-ranged)
– Two groups flanking from the buildings (close quarters)
– One stealth unit approaching from underground access (elevated hostility)
"Looks like they're serious," came Sukuna's drawl, amusement rich in every word.
"A bit too many cockroaches, don't you think, Baldy?"
47's eyes flicked across his surroundings. Concrete columns. Collapsed parking structure to the right. Sniper nest visible atop the department store ahead.
No need for panic.
Just numbers.
Just targets.
[Elsewhere – Within Chungmuro]
Kim Dokja watched the unfolding system chaos.
[Emergency System Ping Detected]
[Constellations have raised the bounty again: 25,000 Coins]
[A special constellation has taken interest in the anomaly…]
He stared.
Yoo Joonghyuk growled, "He's being hunted."
"I see that," Dokja replied. "They want him erased."
Joonghyuk's expression darkened. "I've seen many regressions. That man was never in any of them. And now he's a focal point."
"That's why the system wants him gone."
They both looked at the map again. Red dots were converging.
Kim Dokja muttered, "This won't be a battle. It'll be a bloodbath."
Yoo Sangah, standing nearby, asked, "Should we help him?"
Joonghyuk didn't answer.
Kim Dokja quietly replied, "We'll just… watch for now."
[Ruins – Live Feed Activated]
Viewer Count: 1,453,990 Constellations
💬 "He's walking into the trap."
💬 "Look at the sniper's angle—he's as good as dead."
💬 "I'm betting 500 coins on the underground assassin!"
💬 "No modifier… no power scaling… what's this entity even using?"
💬 "Wait… look at that."
[47's System Pinged]
💥 New Skill Triggered: Environmental Adaptation (Master)
Awareness optimized.Wind calculations active.Surface resonance detected: footsteps—6, closing fast.
He stopped walking.
Then turned.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Three shots. Three kills.
A rooftop sniper dropped like a ragdoll—blood painting the tower behind him.
The underground assassin burst from a maintenance hatch just behind 47.
Bad choice.
47 spun, caught the blade mid-swing with his bare hand, twisted it, drove the man forward, and crushed his skull against the pillar with a loud CRACK.
The body slumped.
Sukuna cackled.
"Hah! Still as cold as ever. Maybe I'll take the next wave. Give them a bit of flair."
"No," 47 replied aloud.
The Flankers Arrive
A dozen bounty hunters, well-coordinated, came from both sides — moving like SEAL units.
They weren't amateurs.
They moved with formation. Cloaks enchanted for agility. Swords wrapped in constellation blessings.
"Target sighted!""Take the shot—"
Boom.
47 summoned twin ballistic blades from matter creation—black metal, serrated edges.
He ran forward.
The first man lunged with a spear.47 sidestepped, slammed the hilt into his throat, then cleaved upward from the gut.
Another fired a crossbow.
47 ducked and threw a dagger into the archer's eye. Perfect arc.
A third tried a spell—words glowing in the air.
47 pulled the man close by his collar and whispered in his ear:
"Wrong weapon."
Bang.
A Silverballer put a hole through his heart.
💬 "No, seriously, who wrote this guy?!"
More footsteps.
47 turned slowly.
Three bounty hunters left—backing away.
One of them whispered, "Nope. Screw this. I'm not dying for 15k coins."
They ran.
[You have killed 18 bounty hunters.]
[Coins earned: 27,000]
[Bonus Objective Unlocked: Survive for 3 more hours.]
47 turned toward the horizon.
Ahead… was more.
Of course.
Sukuna grinned in his mind.
"Let's see how long they last."