part 4: kill the naitkor? -last part-

(Human? Without the weapons he's built since the day he opened his eyes... he's inevitably weak.Nuclear weapons. Atomic bombs. Light arms. Heavy arms.Weapons worn on his body... even become part of his body.All of them—things outside his natural form—are what gave him confidence in the first place.But without them? He's just a fragile creature.)

The weak?

They're the ones constantly trying to gain power—to overcome the strongest.

The strongest, though…They were born in the dark.Shaped by a world that never once showed them mercy.Controlled. Imprisoned. Tortured. Exploited. Executed.

That's the usual story for people like them.No matter how dangerous they were...No matter how much fear they inspired...The world always found a way to keep them under control.

Their anger…Their thirst for revenge…Passed down from generation to generation—fueled by oppression.It made them strong, even as the world tried to break them.

Mafia. Assassins. Murderers. Thieves.Hashashin...

They all shared one vision of the world:A world that rejected them.

Until one day, a miracle came.

A continent.A complete, physical miracle.

Out of nowhere, it appeared—and the world named it:The Mysterious Land.

Science failed to explain its existence.Geopolitics couldn't tame it.And those who tried to claim it for their own… were repelled.

Was it destiny?Did fate finally betray the powers that had ruled for so long?

…

After its appearance, everything changed.

Criminals rose in strength.The same world that had despised them now seemed to empower them.A mysterious vapor began to emerge from the bodies of those with bloodstained lineages—a vapor that gave super speed, enhanced strength, and an unnatural edge.

Not everyone needed to be born a killer to release it…But those who inherited that killer instinct—those who carried it in their DNA—had the advantage.

And so, this world became divided.

Between the ordinary...

…and those who wielded Raym.

"S-So close!!"

Maya shouted with a goofy, exaggerated tone—dodging just in time as one of Epsilon's Raym-infused bullets barely missed her.

She bounced back into action, jumping between broken pieces of furniture and rubble.

Epsilon watched, analyzing every move.

"So this is Naitkor...""She's using her light, agile body to avoid my Raym shots. But just minutes ago—I scratched her. That proves she couldn't adapt to the speed at first.""Hah... and now?""She's predicting the bullet's speed, calculating the distance between my gun and the impact point... all in real time."—With a smirk—"A genius in martial arts... and a girl, no less. That's rare."

Maya looked at him, grinning with that same goofy face.

Still dodging bullets with absurd agility, she yelled:

"Huh? What's this? You're not even close to hitting me."

She was clearly trying to provoke him.

Epsilon smiled.

"Oh really? Won't take long."

(Four minutes at most.)

Maya paused, her eyes narrowing.His calm, unwavering posture… his focus…

He was serious.She could tell.

Even worse was the smile on his face—the kind of smile only someone truly enjoying a fight would wear.

And somehow, that pissed her off.

There was something more happening here—something that didn't feel right.

Something... hidden.

"Don't joke with me! What the hell is this?!"

Only real fighters could see it.Only those who'd lived through true battles could feel it in the air.

But Maya wouldn't let her enemy see her frustration.

She forced her usual fake smile—tight, trembling—but passable.

"Looks like the Organization trained you well, huh?I didn't make a mistake calling you their dog."

"I've got no problem being their dog."Epsilon's voice was cold, focused."All I care about is finishing more missions... until every last 'extremist'—every criminal hunter—is gone."

BOOM.

"W-What?!"

The room fell completely silent.

The smoke faded.

Maya stood there, motionless.But her face was... different now.

Trembling.Furious.

Her glare—sharp enough to kill—locked onto Epsilon.

"Say that again.Say that one more time, and I swear—I'll kill you where you stand!"

Epsilon blinked.He hadn't expected that reaction.

He glanced down…

There was a scratch on his cheek.From a bullet.

Maya had shot him.

And it wasn't just random.It was emotional.It was personal.

Her voice shook.

"Did you just say extremists?""If the Criminals' Hunters are extremists, then what do you call the Organization?!"

"I joined them… to bring peace.To protect this continent—the place where we built our dreams, our memories.Even if it meant seeing the Organization and the Hunters live side-by-side."

"That's why I have to win this fight... to make that future real."

"Hey… what's she—?"Epsilon was frozen.

It wasn't her words.It was the feeling behind them.

They echoed.

They reminded him—Of something.

Someone.

A moment flashed in his memory…

Near Mr. Dono's shop.A conversation.A trainee hunter's words.The same kind of... dream?

"Is that so?"Epsilon's eyes darkened again."Fine then. I'll get serious too."

"RAYM SPLIT: RANDOM!"

The Raym vapor erupted again—dense, red, and pulsing with rage.

His energy surged.

He aimed.

He fired.

…

Click. Click.

Nothing.

The gun didn't shoot.

Epsilon quickly checked his ammo—

Empty.

No time to reload. Naitkor will shoot any second...

Without thinking, he dropped his gun and charged, unsheathing his mini sword with a burst of Raym speed.

Maya opened fire, but he dodged every bullet—a blur of motion and deadly intent.

"S-So fast… I—!"

Then—

She spotted it.

A broken wooden bar beside her.

SNAP.

With one smooth motion, she kicked it up and grabbed it mid-air—blocking Epsilon's blade at the last second.

"H-Heavy…"

They stared at each other—eyes locked.

And then…

The real fight began.

Maya moved like a samurai, wielding the wooden bar with terrifying skill.It clashed with Epsilon's blade again and again—until—

CLANG!

His sword went flying.

Both jumped back, creating distance.

In one breath, they pulled their pistols—Slid in a single bullet each—

Aimed.

And fired at the same time.

BOOM.