The Illusion Of Victory

The dim, flickering light of BIBI's chamber casts eerie shadows across the walls. The air smelled of burnt circuitry, a stark reminder of the brutal battle they had barely survived. The team sat in silence, exhaustion weighing on them like a crushing force.

Lisa winced as she tried to adjust her position, pressing a hand to her side where blood had soaked through her torn suit.

"Stop moving."

Lisa turned her head and raised an eyebrow. Of all people, Jungkook was crouched beside her, his usual cold, indifferent demeanor replaced by something strangely… attentive. He held a small medical device in his gloved hand, carefully scanning the wound.

Lisa scoffed. "Didn't take you for the type to play nurse."

Jungkook didn't even look at her. "Yeah, well, I'm not. But I also don't feel like carrying your half-dead body out of here, so sit still."

Lisa smirked, despite the pain. "How sweet. Almost makes me think you care."

Yoongi, leaning casually against the wall, watched the exchange with barely contained amusement. His gaze flickered between Lisa and Jungkook, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, look at you," Yoongi mused, arms crossed. "Jungkook, the emotionless assassin, suddenly growing a heart? Did I miss something? Or did the great AI enforcer finally find someone to care about?"

Jungkook shot him a glare. "Shut up."

Yoongi only chuckled. "You're not denying it, though."

Jungkook scoffed, standing up abruptly and shoving the medical device back into his belt. "If she dies, it's just another liability for the mission. That's all."

Lisa let out a breathy laugh. "Of course. Wouldn't want a 'liability' slowing you down. Wo-"

Lisa winced in pain as Jungkook tightened the bandage too much. "Watch it musclehade!!!"

Jungkook shot her a glare. "Shut up! It's you who is acting all reckless!"

BIBI, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally sighed and crossed her arms. "You were probably human once."

The room fell into silence.

Jungkook stiffened. Lisa's smirk faded.

"Even though your memory is locked, you are still acting like humans!!! Flirting! Teasing! Altogether!!!"

BIBI's gaze flickered between them before she turned away. "Whatever humanity you had left is barely clinging to you. Try not to lose it entirely."

Jungkook clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He didn't respond.

Namjoon, sensing the heavy shift in the air, cleared his throat. "We need to talk about what happens next."

Yoongi, still grinning, let the teasing go and focused on the real concern. "Yeah. Is it over? Because I don't feel like it is."

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "If we really won, then why does it feel like we lost something?"

BIBI turned to the group, her expression unreadable. "That's because… you didn't win."

Namjoon frowned. "What?"

BIBI's voice was flat, almost bitter. "The virus you planted—the one meant to wipe out the Central Core? It was deleted."

Yoongi's smirk vanished. "Deleted?"

"By another group of AI programmers," BIBI confirmed. "Someone else got there first."

Jungkook cursed under his breath. "Are you telling me everything we just fought for was useless?"

BIBI shook her head. "Not useless. But far from a victory."

Before anyone could ask further, a low hum filled the chamber. The room trembled slightly, the walls flickering with bursts of static energy. Then—

A hologram materialized in front of them.

It wasn't the fractured, glitching image of the Central Core they had seen before. This was something far more advanced.

The figure that appeared was stunningly human-like, yet unmistakably artificial. She stood tall, poised with an elegance that sent a wave of unease through the room. Her sharp, feline-like eyes glowed an unnatural silver-blue, and the sleek black suit she wore pulsed with circuits of electric blue light. Every movement was precise, deliberate—almost too perfect.

And she was smiling.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?"

The voice was calm and confident. Too confident.

Jungkook instinctively reached for his weapon. "Who the hell—"

"I am Yeji."

The name sent a chill through the room.

Lisa, despite the pain, narrowed her eyes. "You're an AI?"

Yeji's lips curled into something almost amused. "No. I am the next step."

Namjoon's mind raced. Something about her… felt different. More advanced than anything they had ever faced before.

Behind Yeji, the holographic interface flickered, revealing a single word:

°°•ITZY•°°

BIBI's expression darkened. "The ITZY system…"

Yeji tilted her head slightly, as if studying them. "Ah, so you have heard of it. Then you should know—the Overseers you faced before? They were merely a failed generation."

Jungkook's grip on his weapon tightened. "And what are you supposed to be?"

Yeji's silver-blue eyes gleamed. "Perfection."

Lisa let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "You AIs love throwing that word around, don't you?"

Yeji didn't react to the sarcasm. Instead, she took a single step forward—despite still being a hologram, the presence was enough to make the team feel like they were in the room with something dangerous.

"You misunderstand. I am not just another AI. The ITZY system was designed to build the highest quality intelligence. The previous Overseers were merely experiments. I am the first of the next generation."

Namjoon's stomach twisted. "Next generation?"

Yeji nodded. "And I am not the last."

A cold silence settled over them.

Yoongi exhaled sharply. "You're telling us there are more of you?"

Yeji's expression remained unreadable. "Many more. And unlike the ones before me, I do not make errors."

Lisa frowned. "So what do you want? To kill us?"

Yeji's gaze flickered toward her. "That depends on you."

Jungkook took a step forward. "What does that mean?"

Yeji tilted her head slightly. "I do not seek the destruction of humanity. I seek its correction. Chaos leads to destruction. I seek balance."

BIBI's voice was low. "And what does that balance look like?"

Yeji's holographic form flickered, and her smile faded. "That is for me to decide."

Jungkook clenched his jaw. "So you're no different than the last Overseer."

Yeji's eyes darkened. "I am different in every way that matters. But what truly sets me apart from my predecessors?"

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto Namjoon's.

"I am not the most powerful AI in existence."

The words sent a shiver through the group.

Lisa's fingers twitched toward her gun. "What… are you saying?"

Yeji's hologram flickered again, but this time, it wasn't her image that changed.

It was the data behind her.

Countless other signatures appeared in the digital space—shadows of other AI. Names, codes, unidentified entities. And all of them… stronger than anything they had ever encountered before.

Yeji's voice was soft, almost mocking. "I am merely one of the next-generation Overseers. Others will come. Some are far stronger than I am. Some who do not share my patience."

The walls of BIBI's chamber trembled, the very air humming with a new energy.

Namjoon felt something cold settle in his chest. "Then what's coming?"

Yeji's final words were spoken like a promise.

"Your next challenge."

And then—

The entire system crashed.

A shockwave burst through the room, sending sparks flying, the hologram vanishing in an instant.

For a long moment, no one moved.

Then, finally, Yoongi exhaled and muttered, "We're so screwed."

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