Agent 47 X Everything

Location: The Inner Sanctum of the High Table – Al-Qahirah, Hidden Desert CompoundTime: 4:16 AMStatus: All Units Eliminated – Primary Targets Remaining: 5Contract: Eliminate the High Table.

"We were gods… until death pulled up a chair."—Elder Vasily Rauth

A massive arched door loomed ahead, reinforced with ancestral metal, engraved with the blood-seals of every High Table elder since the old world. Beyond it — power, decadence, cruelty.

47 wiped a streak of blood from his silverballer with his sleeve. Beside him, Wick chambered the last bullet in his magnum. His suit was torn, bloodied, but his eyes were steel.

Behind them, nothing but corpses, ash, and the stench of cordite.

Wick raised his brows slightly."Ready?"

47: "Always."

He kicked the door.

It didn't open — it exploded.

The Council Chamber

Gold. Marble. Stained glass. Velvet.This was not a war room — it was a throne hall.

Five elders stood at the far end, cloaked in obsidian robes, trembling. Behind them: armed guards, six remaining, all pale and visibly shaking.

The Elder stepped forward, voice cracking.

"You… you killed him, didn't you? Our experiment—our Brutus—the flesh titan!"

47 walked in calmly, footsteps echoing on the pristine floor. His hands stained red. His expression — as dead as silence.

Wick stepped beside him, shoulders squared.

Another elder — thinner, eyes wild:"You don't understand. You're pawns! Killing us brings a vacuum—anarchy—war. We were the balance!"

47 stopped, ten feet away.

"Then die unbalanced."

Final Executions

One guard lunged. Wick shot his knee, spun, and shot his skull.47 used Matter Creation — a throwing knife birthed from the air — impaled another between the eyes.

The elders screamed.

"NO—NO! We are THE ORDER! We own the world!"

The Elder clutched a medallion, desperately tapping it."We'll summon every continent! The assassins will rise again!"

47 walked to him and grabbed his wrist.

Crack.

The medallion dropped, his hand twisted backward.

47 raised his silverballer."The world changed."

Bang.

One elder fell.

The others panicked. One dropped to his knees, weeping."Please! I have sons—I served for peace—I didn't want blood!"

Wick stepped forward, his voice low."Then you shouldn't have drowned the world in it."

Bang.

Another elder fell, eyes open.

47 didn't need words. His hands were faster than speech — a burst of lead, a perfect headshot for the next.The fourth tried to run. He didn't make it five steps before Wick shot his spine.

The last elder — the Elder of Elders — backed into the wall, hands raised, eyes full of tears."W-We built this empire. A thousand years… You'll undo it in one night?"

47's voice was colder than a corpse.

"Exactly."

He fired.

The Elder slumped over the obsidian table, blood leaking onto the High Table crest.

Aftermath

Smoke. Silence. No more legacy.

The High Table… was no more.

47 holstered his Silverballers. The mission complete.

Wick looked at him — wary, respectful.

"You're not one of us. Are you?"

47: "No."

He raised his hand.

Using Matter Creation, two shimmering Silverballers formed. He extended them toward Wick — identical replicas, immaculate in design.

"A gift."

Wick slowly took them. His eyes never left 47.

"You never miss, do you?"

47: "No."

A sound broke the silence.

A ripple in the air behind 47 — a portal of pulsing light, hue shifting like liquid moonlight.

The System Window appeared before him:

Contract Complete – Target Eliminated

Reward Gained: Legendary Skill – Sukuna's True Binder

You can now summon or recede Sukuna at will, without resistance.

New Universe Unlocked: ???

A message has arrived.

From: Administrator

"So, the Reaper killed the Kings. You're far more interesting than I thought, Agent."

47 stepped toward the portal.

Wick didn't stop him. Just asked:

"Will we meet again?"

47 turned his head slightly."No."

Then he walked into the light.The portal closed behind him.

And in that moment, the entire assassin underworld knew:

The world had changed.