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> **"He doesn't shout. He doesn't threaten. He just walks forward—and they run."**
> — Jay Hong, Field Report
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### **\[1] — A Name in the Alleyways**
The streets whispered when the sun fell.
Not about Daniel Park.
Not about Suhyeon.
But about *Jungho.*
"Did you hear?"
"He destroyed a boxer with one hand."
"Left the guy crawling, whispering his name like a prayer."
Jungho didn't care.
He didn't even know.
But someone else did.
A man who once ruled the alleys before Johan, before even Gun's rise.
A ghost with a face covered in faded scars.
His name was Han Dae-shik.
And he wanted to know if the rumors were true.
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### **\[2] — Daniel and the Dilemma**
Daniel found Suhyeon pacing.
"Is he... stable?"
Suhyeon looked up, dark circles under his eyes.
"No."
Daniel frowned. "Then why aren't we stopping him?"
Suhyeon tapped the map on his phone.
"Because if we get in his way—*we* become the next message."
Daniel went silent.
He didn't fear Jungho.
But he respected the warning.
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### **\[3] — A King's Test**
Late that night, Jungho stood on a rooftop, eating tteokbokki.
Someone whistled behind him.
"Kid. You've been making waves."
Jungho didn't turn around.
"I don't surf."
Han Dae-shik stepped into view, arms folded.
"You don't have a system. No gang. No crew. Yet they say you're a ghost with claws."
Jungho shrugged. "People say things."
Dae-shik threw down a challenge—an old switchblade clattered to the concrete.
"Prove it. No powers. No tricks. Just instinct."
Jungho looked at the knife.
Then back at Dae-shik.
"You'll regret that."
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### **\[4] — Old vs. New**
It started with a lunge.
Dae-shik was fast—decades of street war behind every step.
But Jungho?
Jungho moved like silence itself.
He dodged, ducked, and danced—not out of fear, but efficiency.
Then he struck.
One punch to the gut.
Another to the knee.
A third—open palm—sent Dae-shik spinning.
The older fighter gasped.
"You fight like a *void.*"
Jungho caught the knife mid-air as it bounced, flipped it in his hand, and walked forward.
"No. I fight like I'm tired."
Dae-shik collapsed, breathing heavily.
Jungho knelt.
"Sleep. You're out of time."
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### **\[5] — The Streets React**
The video hit the underground within the hour.
No music.
No edits.
Just raw, brutal footage of Jungho dismantling a legend.
Everyone saw it.
Eli.
Zack.
Warren.
Even Goo.
Some were amused.
Some curious.
But most?
Terrified.
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### **\[6] — Baekho's Chessboard**
In a sleek apartment, Yoo Baekho watched the footage with a glass of wine.
"Fascinating."
He paused the clip at Jungho's face mid-fight.
"No joy. No fear. Just *emptiness.*"
His phone rang.
"Yes?"
A voice answered.
"We've lost the boxer. And Dae-shik's retired. He's real."
Baekho smirked.
"Then it's time to test the deeper waters."
He turned to the window.
"Let's release *Project Chimera.*"
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### **\[7] — Calm Before the Chimera**
Jungho sat on a bench the next morning, feeding pigeons.
Jiwoo sat beside him, a warm drink in her hands.
"You're bruised."
Jungho blinked. "He was old but not weak."
Jiwoo smiled. "I'm glad you didn't kill him."
Jungho stared ahead.
"I only kill what doesn't sleep."
She didn't understand.
She didn't need to.
But in that quiet morning haze, the city paused.
Before the storm.
Before the experiment.
Before the *Chimera.*
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