Agent 47 X Everything

Location: Seoul Metro Tunnel – Broken Train Car

Time: 7:43 PM

Scenario: Proof of the Strong – Mutation Variant

Combatant Manifestation: Sukuna – King of Curses

Host: Agent 47

"...a demon?""No… no, he's not a demon.""He's something else entirely."

The dokkaebi's mouth hung open.

He hovered mid-air, still flickering like a busted light bulb, desperately trying to calculate what he was seeing—until his eye, that arrogant flaming sphere of ego, began to tremble. He felt it.

The aura.

Not magical.

Not technological.

Older. Tyrannical.

Like something that shouldn't exist in the framework of the scenario system.

🗨 Constellation "Eternal Fire of Olympus" has paused cheering.

🗨 Constellation "The Slaughter God Who Stole Suns" is silent.

🗨 Constellation "Black Flame General" has issued a divine warning.

🗨 Constellation "Prisoner of the Golden Headband" murmurs, "...That presence… it's wrong."

The King Speaks

Sukuna stood tall atop the twisted wreckage of the subway car.His head tilted back, arms out, expression wide and gleeful—like a devil hearing music.

"This world is boring, baldy. I've been waiting to cut loose."

A troll lunged.

The hulking monster roared, muscles bulging, mouth filled with fangs the size of steak knives. It brought down a spiked club, the kind that could crush steel beams.

Sukuna raised a single finger.

Slice.

The arm came off at the shoulder, blood spraying like a fountain.The troll barely had time to scream before another finger slash severed its entire upper torso, which slid off its hips like a clean slab of meat.

"Tch. Cheap knockoff Oni."

He vanished in a flicker.

Appeared midair.

Kicked another troll in the chest so hard its ribs exploded outward, launching it like a missile into the tunnel wall — the sound of pulverized bone echoing like thunder.

🗨 Constellation "Secretive Plotter" is observing without comment.

🗨 Constellation "The One Who Guides Realms" is attempting to trace the entity's origin.

🗨 Constellation "The Deep Sea Priestess" has retreated.

🗨 Constellation "Vritra the Void Serpent" wants to challenge the unknown king.

The dokkaebi finally shouted—

"IDENTIFY YOURSELF! This presence is not authorized! This is a violation of scenario integrity!"

Sukuna simply smiled, eyes glowing like lanterns of blood.

"Who the hell asked you, floating candle?"

He dove back into the trolls.

The last four charged at once — monstrous, foaming, claws like meat hooks.

Sukuna didn't dodge.

He met them head-on.

Grabbed the first by the throat and crushed its windpipe, twisted its spine like a rag and used the corpse to beat the second one into paste.

The third slammed into him from the side.Didn't move him an inch.He smiled wider.

He bit into its shoulder, tore out a chunk, then slammed his palm into its skull.

Cursed energy: Maximum Output.

The troll's head vaporized.

The fourth turned to flee.

Too late.

A black tendril — forged from 47's matter creation, shaped by Sukuna's madness — speared through its back and tore it in half, both sides squirming as they hit the floor.

🗨 Constellation "Duke of Savagery" is sobbing with joy.

🗨 Constellation "Queen of the Ashen Wolves" has marked the entity with three stars

.🗨 Constellation "Voice of the Hollow Tempest" fears for the story's stability.

🗨 Constellation "??? ??? ???" has begun recording new scripture.

The troll's body was still convulsing in a pool of black-red ichor, its headless stump twitching as the last nerve signals sputtered out.

Sukuna stood over it — not calmly.Exhilarated.

His four eyes gleamed like molten rubies. His mouth curled in mockery. Crimson tattoos lined his cheeks, forehead, chest, and arms — ancient symbols pulsing with cursed energy that did not belong to this world.

"That's all?" he muttered, dragging a clawed hand through his hair. "Tch. All that howling and meat-waving, and you call yourselves monsters?"

Another troll groaned, trying to crawl away.

Bad idea.

Sukuna raised a finger — a cursed slash carved the air.

The troll split in half, left to right. Clean. Effortless.

The atmosphere changed.

Reality warped.

The survivors — the dozens of panicked civilians packed in the broken train cars — began screaming and pushing each other.

"MONSTER!""RUN! BACK TO THE CARS! GET AWAY!""IT'S ONE OF THEM! NO, SOMETHING WORSE—"

A woman fainted as Sukuna turned his head lazily in their direction.

Somewhere near the conductor's corpse, a man began reciting a prayer. Another clutched a child to his chest, whispering frantically for the god of mercy to intervene.

Yoo Joonghyuk didn't speak.

Neither did Kim Dokja.

Because Sukuna—

—began to rise.

A slow, floating ascent — like a puppet lifted by invisible strings.

Above the corpses. Above the blood. Above the screams.

His arms spread slightly. Head tilted back.

Then, he spoke.

"Listen well, insects of this little sandbox."

"I am not an incarnation."

"I am not a constellation."

"I am not bound to your stars, your stories, or your fates."

"I am—"His four crimson eyes glowed as cursed energy crackled behind him."—the King of Curses."

He let it hang.

The words held no meaning for this world.

But it didn't matter.

The pressure said enough.

The way the air bent, the way the ground groaned, the way the dokkaebi trembled mid-air.

🗨 Constellation "Voice of the Hollow Tempest" mutters: Curses? A parallel system?

🗨 Constellation "Black Flame General" is demanding priority access to observe Sukuna's origin.

🗨 Constellation "Queen of Ashen Wolves" is now watching silently, stunned.

🗨 Constellation "God of Justice and Execution" declares: Unlawful authority detected.

🗨 Constellation "The Secretive Plotter" is… laughing.

Sukuna's expression twisted into a delighted grin.

"Don't know what a curse is? That's fine."

He cracked his knuckles.Flexed his shoulders.The blood on his body sizzled off with raw cursed heat.

"You can just call me—"He looked down on the trolls' corpses.At the fleeing civilians.At Yoo Joonghyuk, who had barely drawn his sword.

"King."

A brave mercenary incarnation fired from the back.One of those opportunists who thought the reward mattered more than his life.

Bang.

The bullet didn't even reach him.

It disintegrated in a haze of cursed energy before it got within a meter.

Sukuna tilted his head.

"How rude."

He flicked a finger toward the source.

The man exploded into chunks — red mist painting the wall behind him.

The dokkaebi suddenly floated up again — barely holding form, fire stuttering.

"U-Unregistered entity! Violation of Incarnation Parameters! You—you are not permitted—"

Sukuna looked at him and grinned wider.

"Permits? Insect, I gave permission the moment I walked into this story."

The dokkaebi flinched — visibly.

Joonghyuk, breathing slowly, shifted his stance.

"Kim Dokja was it?," he said without turning, "…You know this all?"

"I've never seen anything like this."

Dokja's voice was distant.Dry. Quiet.

"...That's because he wasn't in the story before."

A high troll let out a howl behind him.

One of the bigger ones. Still regenerating.

Sukuna looked back, almost bored.

Then leapt — closing thirty meters in a blink.

One punch.

One.

And the troll's entire head exploded.

🗨 Constellation "Beast Devouring the Moon" has awarded 2,000 coins to Sukuna.

🗨 Constellation "The Twilight Judge" has marked Sukuna as a potential variable.

🗨 Constellation "God Who Dreamed in Chaos" whispers: Something is leaking.

🗨 Constellation "??? ??? ???" has written: The King of Curses is now part of the script.

In the corridor, the civilians had finally scattered.

Dozens were running, screaming, falling over each other as they bolted to the far end of the tunnel — toward the shattered bridge. Toward uncertain safety.

A mother screamed for her daughter.

Two soldiers turned and bolted.

Even other incarnations — those with early awakened skills — backed up, unable to process what they were seeing.

Not a constellation.Not an outer god.

Something else.

And Sukuna?

He hovered, cursed energy forming a blazing halo of jagged red behind him.

Then he threw his arms wide again, laughing like the tyrant of a hundred realms.

"Come on, trolls! Monsters! Gods!"

"Bring me your best! Let me carve my name into your little book of stories!"

"Let's see if your little world can handle a real king!"