CODE "003"
Jihae sprinted forward, the rain drenching her as she approached the Ironfang place.
Her breath came in steady, controlled bursts. She wasn't sneaking in—she was marching straight to war.
But before she could reach the front gates, a figure dropped down from above.
A man landed in front of her, blocking her path.
"Well, well… look what we have here."
His voice was low, amused, mocking.
"The Famous 003 herself."
Jihae chuckled, tilting her head.
"012."
"Why is she smiling?"
012 smirked. "Cocky bitch."He cracked his knuckles."I Will cut of you head ."
Jihae's smile faded.
"Then try it."
And in that instant—she moved.
Her nails stretched into razor-sharp claws, and she leaped forwardwith inhuman speed.
012's eyes widened—but he dodged at the last second, countering with a brutal kick to Jihae's ribs.
CRACK!
Jihae gasped, spit flying from her mouth.
Before she could react, 012's hand shot out, gripping her throat.
She struggled, kicking wildly, but his grip only tightened.
"I will kill you, bastard!" Jihae snarled.
012 laughed.
"This is the legendary 003?"
And then—he started beating her.
A punch to her gut.
A slam to the ground.
A kick to her ribs.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Jihae spat blood, her body jerking with every hit.
"Please… stop it…!"she beggin...
She heard herself whisper—but it wasn't real.
Because in reality—Ryuji was attacking nothing.
He was standing alone.
Stomping on empty ground.
Laughing.
Acting out a delusion that only he could see.
Jihae, standing a few meters away, smirked.
"Disgusting."
She clenched her fingers. Her nails gleamed.
Inside 012's mind—everything changed.
The battlefield around him darkened into a nightmare.
From the shadows, a crawling sound echoed.
A million black ants spilled onto him, covering his body in a living, writhing flood.
012 screamed.
He clawed at his own face, trying to scrape them off.
"What the FUCK HAPPENING!? "
But there was no help.
His own fingers dug into his skin, ripping at his flesh, trying to remove the insects that weren't even real.
In the real world—012 was clawing himself to death.
Blood sprayed.
He choked himself, his own hands tightening around his throat.,try to get off the ant coming in his mouth.
His eyes rolled back.
And then—he collapsed.
Dead.
Jihae laughed, wiping blood from her lips.
What an asshole"
Then—she felt a gaze.
Someone was watching her.
She turned, her eyes locking onto a figure standing in the distance, perched on a rooftop.
The woman stepped forward.
She looked like an innocent girl—short hair, big round eyes, a dress that made her seem almost… cute.
She clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head playfully.
"Oh no~ You caught me."
Jihae's smile disappeared.
Her voice dropped.
"Huh? What's up, old hag? Still relying on makeup to look young?"
The woman twitched.
"How rude."
Jihae grinned mockingly.
"You got a death wish, granny?"
The woman smiled sweetly—but her fingers twitched in anger.
"You little—"
Jihae kept pushing.
"Oh? Did I hit a nerve? What's wrong, old hag? Skin sagging too much?"
The woman's expression cracked.
And then—she snapped.
"I'LL KILL YOU, CRAZY BITCH!!!"
Jihae grinned.
"Come on then, BITCH!"
Shing! Shing! Shing!
Jihae's claws slashed through the air, deflecting the barrage of silver needles aimed at her heart. Each one was coated in a lethal toxin, designed to melt flesh on impact.
The metallic clashes echoed through the ruins.
Jihae grinned, licking her lips in excitement.
"Damn, old hag. Your aim's getting sloppy. Maybe it's time for retirement?"
Her opponent, 007, a notorious assassin, bared her teeth in rage.
Her red-painted nails twitched as she conjured more needles, her breath coming out in short, angry bursts.
"I'll rip that smirk off your damn face, you little bitch!"
She thrust her arms upward.
A massive magic circle flared into existence above them, crackling with deadly energy.
"DIE!"
Thousands of gleaming silver needles shot forward like a storm of death, piercing through the air at blinding speed.
Jihae's eyes flashed.
She sprinted, dodging and weaving between the deadly barrage. The ground behind her was shredded to pieces, the needles piercing concrete and metal like paper.
007 grinned.
She flicked her wrist—
The needles changed direction, homing in on Jihae!
Jihae's smirk didn't waver.
Then—
She vanished.
007 blinked.
Where—?
A whisper slid against her ear.
"Gotcha."
Cold steel pressed against her throat.
007's body froze.
A razor-sharp claw rested against her jugular, ready to slice.
Her heart pounded.
She gulped, trying not to move.
Her instincts screamed—this wasn't real.
She twitched her fingers—
SLASH!
A sharp pain exploded across her neck.
She stumbled forward, gasping. Her hand flew to her throat—
Blood.
007's eyes widened in horror.
She whirled around—Jihae was already seated on a pile of rubble, watching her like a hunter admiring a trapped animal.
"What's wrong, old hag?" Jihae purred, tapping her claw against her chin. "Consider retired?"
007's lips curled into a snarl.
"You… bastard… I'LL KILL YOU!"
A wave of bloodlust exploded from her body as she summoned three massive spell circles.
Her eyes gleamed with madness.
"DIE BASTARD BITCH!"
BOOM!
A barrage of three colossal, spear-sized needles tore through the air, each one strong enough to skewer a truck.
For a moment—007 saw it.
Jihae's eyes.
They glowed crimson.
A cruel, knowing smile spread across her face.
Then—
007 felt it.
A sharp, agonizing pain in her gut.
She staggered back.
Her own three massive needles were now impaled through her stomach.
She choked. Blood gushed from her lips.
Her hands trembled as she stared at the bloodied metal jutting out of her own body.
"H-How…?"
Jihae tilted her head, her claws gleaming under the moonlight.
007's breath hitched.
She looked down again—the needles were gone.
Her stomach was perfectly fine.
But the pain was still there.
The warm, wet sensation of bleeding out remained.
Jihae's whisper slithered into her ear.
"You think I'd let you die that easily?"
Then—
The world shattered into darkness
007's eyes darted around.
Everything was pitch black.
"Where… am I?" she breathed.
Then—
A bright light.
She saw a living room
A young boy laughed, Playing with toy.
Her son.
007's breath shook.
"M-My baby…?"
She took a step forward, her voice trembling.
"Mommy, let's play!"
Tears streamed down her face.
But then—
A shadow loomed behind the child.
007's heart dropped.
A manstepped forward—his face twisted with rage.
Her husband.
His eyes burned with hatred.
Without warning—
He kicked the child.
A sickening CRACK echoed as the boy's small body collapsed onto the ground.
"This is all YOUR fault!" the man snarled.
007's screams tore through the air.
She lunged forward,but the man backhanded her, sending her sprawling.
Her son's tiny hands reached out.
"Mommy… help me…"
Scarlet's soul shattered.
"No! STOP!" she begged, crawling toward them.
Her husband grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the ground.
"You let this happen, you worthless whore!"
007's vision blurred.
The child's small, broken body twitched, his voice weak.
"Mommy… please…
Something inside 007 snapped.
Her hands holding a big needle.
She lunged.
With a feral scream, she drove the blade into her husband's face.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Blood sprayed across her hands, her face, her clothes.
She only stopped when his body stopped moving.
Panting, her fingers trembled.
Then—
Her son stood in front of her.
His body bruised and broken, blood smeared across his face.
007's lips quivered.
She reached for him.
"M-My baby…"
Then—
A sharp pain.
007 gasped.
She looked down.
Her son's small hands clutched a needle, stabbed deep into her stomach.
"Mommy… let's go to heaven together."
007's vision blurred.
She smiled.
"Yes… my love…"
Her eyes closed.
Take her son small hand stabing her stomach.
She died.
Jihae stood before 007's kneeling corpse.
The assassin's face was streaked with tears, her lips twisted into a smile
Her own poisoned needles were embedded in her stomach, her trembling hands gripping them tightly.
She had stabbed herself to death.
Jihae exhaled, watching the body slump forward.
She spat on the corpse.
"Rest in peace old hag."
Then—
She turned.
A storm raged above.
Jihae's crimson eyes glowed like burning coals as she gazed upon a massive iron fortress.
The Ironfang Association.
A nest of those hell they has been through.
Her claws flexed, gleaming under the storm's light.
Her voice was cold.
"You will pay for what you've done."
The wind howled.
And the hunt began.
The storm raged above Irong Fang's headquarters.
Severed heads and mangled corpses littered the rain-drenched ground, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
At the center of this massacre, Jihae stood—her bloodied claws clenched, her dress drenched in crimson.
Then, a voice cut through the storm.
"Never thought you' been here."
Jihae turned face toward him.
A figure emerged from the downpour—a man clad in black jacket, his massive greatsword gleaming in the stormlight.
Adrius Graven or 004
A name synonymous with perfection.A mercenaries unbeaten in combat.The mercenaries world called him the Knight.
Adrius' brown eyes narrowed.
"003— no..., Jihae shia..." His voice was steady, but behind it lurked an unshaken fury.
Jihae's smirk faded. The wind howled between them. Then, she whispered:
"Get out of my way…004."
The air shifted. Adrius' expression darkened. The greatsword hummed with divine energy.
Lightning flashed.
And Adrius vanished.
Jihae barely had time to react—her instincts screamed as a golden blade carved through the space she had just occupied. The very air itself split open from the force of the swing.
She leaped back, deflecting the next strike with the heel of her boot—steel clashed against steel, sparks flying. But Adrius did not relent.
Another slash. Another. Faster. Heavier.
Jihae's arms trembled from the impact. He wasn't holding back.
"What's wrong,004? Losing your touch?" Jihae taunted, even as her body screamed in pain.
Adrius' glare sharpened. The air thickened. The rain turned golden.
Jihae's eyes widened. Light energy. A posses with powerful aura.
"With this power...,003,you will die by my hand."
He slammed his blade into the ground.
Cracks of golden light erupted, the earth splitting apart—holy fire surged toward Jihae. She barely dodged, feeling the heat lick her skin.
Adrius vanished again.
Then—
"DIVINE JUDGMENT!"
Jihae's instincts screamed.
She turned, and the massive greatsword was already descending upon her.
A fatal strike.
But Jihae smiled.
As the blade touched her, she whispered:
"Nightmare of Terror."
The world went black.
Adrius stopped. His breath hitched.
The rain was gone. The battlefield was gone.
Instead—screams.
The scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils. He looked around, and his blood ran cold.
Corpses.
Mountains of them.
Charred, torn apart, unrecognizable—and every single one bore his crest.
His Friends.His brothers-in-arms.
He killed them.
His hands trembled. He staggered back.
Then, a soft voice.
"Adrius…"
He turned.
A woman stood before him. Golden-haired, blue-eyed, smiling softly.
Elyse.
His Love. The woman he swore to protect.
But—her stomach was ripped open.Intestines spilled onto the ground. Blood pooled beneath her feet.
Her lips parted.
"Why… didn't you save me?"
Adrius gaze.
Elyse stepped forward. Her fingers brushed against his cheek. Cold. Wet. Sticky.
Blood. Her blood.
"You let me die."
Adrius gasped—her hand plunged into his chest.
A sickening crack.
Pain.
His body convulsed as she tore something free—his heart.
He staggered, watching as she crushed it in her fingers.Blood poured down her wrist.
"Forgive me..Elyse
"Repelling!!"
A golden light exploded from his body burning away the shadow.
And then—the world shattered.The dark vanish
Jihae was gone.
Adrius collapsed to his knees, gasping, his entire body trembling.
His chest was intact. His heart was still there.
But the pain—the fear—remained.
He reached for his sword—but his hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Adrius forced himself to stand. His legs felt like lead.But he grabbed his sword,put on his shoulder.
His eye narrowed.
"We… will meet again,003."
Lightning struck.
And Adrius vanished.
Jihae walked from shadow stood alone in entrance, her claws gleaming in the rain.
She exhaled, stretching her arms. Another nightmare will terror those Bastard.
She turned toward the Irong Fang's main building.
She smiled.
The storm howled in approval.
Then,in horror.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridors.
Then—gunfire.
"KILL 003"
Those mercenaries screamed in terror, their hands shaking as they fired blindly into the darkness. The muzzle flashes flickered like dying stars.
Then—a click.
In the split second between flashes, a shadow moved.
The next burst of gunfire never came.
SLASH!.
A head rolled across the floor, the eyes still frozen in terror. Blood sprayed across the walls like grotesque paintings.
SLASH!.
Another body collapsed—his throat carved open by unseen claws.
One guard, still alive, stood in the center of the slaughter, his breath ragged. He turned, his eyes wide.
" please i—"
SHRRK.
His words ended with the sharp snapping of his spine—his head ripped from his body in a single, effortless motion.
The massacre continued.
Jihae moved like a whisper of death, her claws slicing through armor, flesh, and bone.
Some tried to run. It didn't matter.
One by one, they fell—not just dying, but witnessing true horror before their final breath. Their minds twisted, their eyes glazed with madness as they saw things that weren't there.
Jihae walked forward, the blood dripping from her claws like melting candle wax.
The hallway flickered with dying lights.
Then—
A figure stood in her path.
A man.
His sword trembling in his grip.
"003..."
Jihae stopped. Her gaze locked onto him.
A familiar voice.
"Jihae... why?"
His voice cracked. Not with anger. With sorrow.
Jihae tilted her head, her expression unreadable.
"Those Bastard," she murmured. "They wasted it."
She stepped forward.
The man reached out—his hand grabbed her wrist.
Jihae's gaze darkened.
The light flickered.
For a split second, the world turned black.
Then—he let go.
Jihae stepped past him.
"Go home, 005."
He stood frozen. The lights flickered again, and Jihae was already gone.
Tears slipped from his eyes.
He stood alone in the darkness.
Jihae kicked open the final door.
A dimly lit room. A desk. A man sitting behind it.
His beard was streaked with gray. His eyes sharp, but tired.
Edward jones
Jihae's bloody claws dripped onto the floor as she locked eyes with him.
Edward coughed. "To ever i keep your secret information,Yet you has betray us."Edward gaze toward jihae while holding a file full of fake information about baek and yuna.
Jihae smirked, stepping closer. One step. Then another.
"You teach us to never trust anyone"
Edward chuckled. "If 001 has been here you rather—"
Jihae's smirk vanished. "That man has gone."
Edward slowly stood from his chair.
Then—he pulled something from his inventory.
A dagger.
A notification flickered in Jihae's vision.
[System Alert]
Weapon Identified: Dagger of Divine Killer (S-Rank)
A blade —pierces all defenses, delivering instant death.
Jihae barely glanced at the message.
Edward tossed the dagger at her.
The room fell silent.
Jihae caught it, her eyes cold.
She turned the blade in her hand, studying it.
Then—she laughed.
"What's this?"
Edward exhaled. "That your pay off. Now—"
Jihae's smile twisted into disgust.
"You think you can control me?"
Dark flames erupted from her hand.
The dagger screamed.
Yes—it screamed.
As if it was alive.
Edward staggered back, his eyes wide.
Jihae crushed the dagger. It turned to ash, vanishing in the wind.
"This weapon had a soul."
Her smile darkened.
"And all thing with souls....Fall into my nightmares."
Edward's face contorted in horror.
"YOU BITCH, YOU OPRHAN BRAT WILL DIE,
YOU NEED ME, I KNOW THE CURE!!!—
Jihae's claws grabbed the desk—
And dragged it toward him.
The metal screeched. Wood splintered.
Edward collapsed into his chair, his breathing ragged.
Jihae raised her hand pulled her middle finger to his face.
" Go to hell.old man."
Then—
Everything turned black.
He was no longer in the room.
Instead, he saw his past.
His childhood.
His mother's screams.
The flames of his burned the people his killed.
Then—his greatest crime.
He stood before the hundreds of innocent civilians he executed.
Their blood still fresh on his hands.
But this time—they moved.
Their broken bodies stood up, their heads twisted unnaturally.
They spoke.
"Edward…"
Their voices whispered in unison.
"We remember."
Edward clawed at his own face, trying to tear away the vision. "No, no, no, no!"
"We remember."
The voices grew louder.
"WE REMEMBER."
Then—Edward felt something slither up his spine.
A hand. Cold. Rotten.
It grabbed his face.
"FEEL WHAT WE FELT."
Edward screamed.
Reality.
Jihae watched in amusement.
Edward crawled across the floor, his nails ripping out his own hair, his body convulsing.
He sobbed. Screamed. Tore at his own flesh.
"MAKE IT STOP—!"
Then—he turned.
His delirious eyes locked onto Jihae.
He lunged at her.
Jihae didn't even blink.
Her claws ripped through his body.
Blood sprayed against the walls.
Edward's torso split into five separate pieces.
His arms twitched. His mouth gurgled.
Then—nothing.
The room was silent.
Jihae wiped the blood from her claws.
She stepped forward, leaving his corpse behind.
As she reached the door, she whispered:
"I will find you old Bastard."
The storm howled outside.
Jihae vanished into the shadows.