Agent 47 X Everything

Location: Seoul Safe Zone

Scenario Delay: 2 days, 21 hours remaining

Quest: Undefined

Narrative Tension: Increasing

Agent 47 stood alone in a ruined corridor between two crumbling commercial buildings, half-lit by broken neon signs and the weak orange of makeshift campfires.

He wasn't hiding.

He simply knew how to be where others wouldn't look.

With the sky above pulsing with the Star Stream's threadlines and constellations flickering like distant suns, the system interface hovered before his eyes — sleeker now, smoother.

An update had gone through.

The font was modernized. The colors were sharper. The edges clean, like a premium HUD of a military-grade AI. The corners held tabs he hadn't seen before.

At the top corner pulsed a gold icon:

 [Lucky Box – Rare Gacha Edition (1x)]

47 tapped it.

Open Lucky Box?

Warning: This item is influenced by the Administrator's mood.

💠 Common Reward (65%) – System coins, food, basic gear

💠 Rare Reward (25%) – Temporary stat boosts, ability modules

💠 Epic Reward (8%) – Combat skill books, Legendary-grade items

💠 Legendary Reward (1.5%) – Skill Awakening, Custom Weapon Blueprints

💠 Mythical Reward (0.5%) – ???

47 pressed OPEN.

A flash of gold.

A ripple of static.

Then:

[Reward Acquired – Epic Tier]Item: Blueprint – Variant Ballers: "Black Dusk" Edition(Custom .45ACP handguns with cursed-reinforced internal structuring. Anti-magic, anti-entity, and adaptable for mid-tier constellation suppression.)

47 said nothing.

But he stored the schematics into his system's Matter Creation library instantly.

Sukuna whistled inside his head.

"Hah. So now even that system or shit you call of yours gives you toys to kill gods?. Cute."

Meanwhile.

Far across the campfire-lit plaza...

Yoo Joonghyuk's grip was tight around Kim Dokja's shoulder.

The pressure wasn't metaphorical.

It hurt.

"You're lying," Joonghyuk said flatly. His eyes had a clarity only time travelers could possess — that deep-set weariness from seeing thousands of deaths.

"I've never seen you. Not once."

Dokja forced a smile. "You also didn't know about the Sea Commander in the first round of your regressions."

Joonghyuk narrowed his eyes.

"I watched you on the train. You knew everything. And you knew about him."

"I'm…" Dokja exhaled. "I'm not from your regressions."

"I don't care what story you're from. You're a variable."He let go, only to step closer. "He's a bigger one."

Both turned their eyes toward the alley across the camp, where 47 had just disappeared into shadow again.

Joonghyuk's voice dropped.

"That man. He wasn't an incarnation.""He wasn't even a constellation.""And that thing inside him…" he trailed off.

Dokja answered quietly, "You saw it too."

"A curse… no, something worse."

Joonghyuk adjusted the sword over his back.

"We're going to track him."

Dokja raised an eyebrow.

"Because you don't trust him?"

"Because he doesn't fit. And things that don't fit the Star Stream…"He turned, eyes gleaming like steel."...break it."

Dokja sighed. "You're still like this in every regression, huh?"

"I don't change," Joonghyuk muttered. "That's the problem."

Atop the ruined rooftop nearby, 47 crouched in the shadows — already watching the two.

His system pinged softly.

[Notice: Two high-grade Incarnations are attempting to track you.]Would you like to activate counter-tracking?

He selected Yes.

Tracking Failed.

Yoo Joonghyuk blinked mid-scan.Even Kim Dokja's info panel stuttered for a moment.

"He's... gone?"

Joonghyuk looked up at the skyline — but all he could feel was a pressure in the air.