## Incheon International Airport - 11:47 PM
The private jet's engines wound down with a low, mechanical growl that seemed to echo through the empty terminal. At this hour, the airport was a graveyard of fluorescent lights and abandoned gates, save for the single runway where the sleek black aircraft had just touched down. No commercial flight would dare land at this time—this was a different kind of arrival altogether.
Inside the jet's luxurious cabin, a figure sat motionless in the leather seat, his eyes closed as if in meditation. The silence was absolute, broken only by the faint hum of the plane's systems powering down. Even his three subordinates, hardened killers who had followed him across continents, dared not speak in his presence.
Kage Yamazaki opened his eyes.
The movement was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet the atmosphere in the cabin shifted instantly. His dark gaze swept across the window, taking in the lights of Seoul sprawling in the distance like a constellation of possibilities. After eighteen years of hell, after proving himself worthy of his father's blood through methods that would haunt lesser men forever, he had finally arrived.
"Sir," one of his subordinates whispered, his voice barely audible. "We've landed."
Kage's lips curved into something that might have been mistaken for a smile, if not for the complete absence of warmth in his eyes. "I can see that."
He rose from his seat with fluid grace, adjusting the collar of his perfectly tailored black coat. Every movement was calculated, precise—the product of years spent learning that a single mistake could mean death. The three men immediately stood as well, falling into formation behind him like shadows.
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## Meanwhile, across Seoul...
### Workers Headquarters - 11:52 PM
Eugene's fingers drummed against his desk as he stared at the encrypted message on his screen. The intelligence network he'd spent years building had finally paid off with information that made his blood run cold.
*Subject: JIGOKU NO Ō - CONFIRMED ARRIVAL*
*Flight: Private - Shinigami Organization*
*Threat Level: MAXIMUM*
*Recommendation: IMMEDIATE RESPONSE REQUIRED*
"Samuel," he called out, his voice cutting through the silence of the darkened office.
Samuel Seo appeared in the doorway within seconds, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by something approaching concern. He'd heard the whispers too—stories that traveled through the underground like wildfire, tales of a young man who had earned a reputation that made seasoned criminals wake up in cold sweats.
"He's here," Eugene said simply.
Samuel's jaw tightened. "The King of Hell?"
"Don't use that name lightly," Eugene warned, his voice sharp. "According to our sources, he wiped out the entire Dokgo family in Busan. Two hundred men. In one night. Alone."
The room fell silent. Even Samuel, who prided himself on his strength, felt a chill run down his spine.
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### Charles Choi's Penthouse - 11:55 PM
The old man stood by his floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city lights twinkle below. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there an hour ago.
"Sir," his assistant approached cautiously. "We've confirmed the arrival. What are your orders?"
Charles Choi was quiet for a long moment, his mind racing through possibilities and calculations. He had built his empire through careful manipulation and strategic thinking, but this—this was different. This was the son of the man who had taught Gun everything he knew, and if the reports were accurate, the student had far surpassed the teacher.
"Send Gun," he finally said. "Tell him to assess the threat level. But make it clear—this is reconnaissance only. We need to know what we're dealing with before we make any moves."
"And if he proves hostile?"
Charles Choi's reflection in the window showed the barest hint of a smile. "Then we'll find out just how strong the King of Hell really is."
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### HNH Group Intelligence Division - 11:58 PM
Manager Kim sat in his chair, reading the same intelligence report for the third time. His usually calm demeanor was strained as he processed the implications of what he was seeing.
*CLASSIFIED: EYES ONLY*
*Subject: Kage Yamazaki (影山崎)*
*Known Aliases: Jigoku no Ō (地獄の王), Son of Shinigami*
*Combat Assessment: UNKNOWN - Presumed S-Class or higher*
*Last Known Activity: Total elimination of rival organization in Osaka*
*Survivors: 0*
He reached for his secure phone, dialing a number he rarely used.
"Tom," he said when the line connected. "We have a situation. The son has arrived."
Tom Lee's voice crackled through the speaker, unusually serious. "The real one? Not just another pretender?"
"The intelligence is solid. Shinigami's bastard son. The one from the culling."
A long pause. Then: "Well, shit. Looks like Seoul's about to get interesting."
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## Incheon International Airport - 12:03 AM
Kage stepped off the plane onto the tarmac, his footsteps echoing in the night air. The Korean wind whipped through his black hair, but he didn't seem to notice the cold. His three subordinates flanked him as they walked toward the waiting vehicles—two black sedans that had been arranged through channels that didn't officially exist.
As they approached the cars, Kage paused, tilting his head slightly as if listening to something only he could hear. His subordinates immediately went on high alert, hands moving instinctively toward concealed weapons.
"Interesting," Kage murmured, his voice barely audible over the wind. "They're watching already."
Indeed, from various vantage points around the airport, telescopic lenses captured his every movement. Satellite feeds transmitted his image to secure facilities across Seoul. In the span of minutes, his arrival had sent ripples through every major organization in the city.
"Should we take evasive action, sir?" one of his men asked.
Kage's laugh was soft, but it carried an edge that could cut steel. "Let them watch. Let them prepare. Let them fear." He looked up at the Seoul skyline, his eyes reflecting the city lights like a predator surveying new hunting grounds. "After all, it's been far too long since this city had a real king."
As he slid into the back seat of the lead sedan, his phone buzzed with an encrypted message. The corner of his mouth twitched upward as he read it.
*"Heard you finally made it to Seoul. About time. The old crew's been waiting. - D.B."*
Kage typed back quickly: *"Business first. Then we celebrate properly."*
Another message appeared almost instantly: *"Don't keep us waiting too long, King. Taesan's been boring without you."*
He pocketed the phone as the convoy pulled away from the airport. Across Seoul, every intelligence agency scrambled to track their destination, but they had no idea that the King of Hell's network extended far beyond their city's borders. Old friendships forged in blood and violence ran deeper than any organizational loyalty.
The King of Hell had arrived in Seoul, and his allies were already mobilizing.
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*To be continued...*