Sahil_Ashat

Jin-Ho Kang was just another B-rank Hunter—one of countless warriors struggling to rise in a world dominated by monsters and guild politics. When an A-rank dungeon scouting mission goes horribly wrong, he and his team are slaughtered. He should have died.

But instead of death, he awakens in an abyss beyond mortal comprehension. A voice older than time itself speaks to him, a decree is made, and the truth is revealed—he is no longer human. He has inherited a power that was never meant to be his.

The world forgot him.

But he has returned.

As a Sovereign.

As the Monarch of Shadows.

And as the boundaries between life and death begin to blur, the world will soon realize…

The true King has awakened.

Shadow Monarch’s Requiem

Jin-Ho Kang stood on the rooftop, turning the silver emblem over in his fingers. The intricate design was unfamiliar, but the weight it carried was undeniable. Whoever Phantom worked for wasn't just some underground faction; this was an entity that operated in the shadows, just as he did.

[Analyzing Insignia… Processing… No direct matches found. Closest resemblance: Pre-collapse covert organizations.]

Jin-Ho's eyes narrowed. "Pre-collapse? That means they've been around since before the world fell into chaos."

The more he uncovered, the more questions arose. His ascension wasn't just drawing out the strong—it was unearthing forces that had lurked in the dark for far longer than he had existed.

In a hidden facility far from the city, Phantom knelt before a figure seated in the shadows. The only source of light was the dim glow of monitors displaying Jin-Ho's movements.

"You engaged him directly," the figure said, their voice distorted by a modulated filter. "Report."

Phantom remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. "His power is unlike anything we have faced. Adaptable. Rapidly evolving. I was unable to eliminate him."

The figure didn't respond immediately. Instead, they tapped a finger against the armrest of their chair, considering. "Then we proceed to the next phase."

A screen flickered, revealing a lineup of individuals—each face accompanied by a name and designation.

Jin-Ho returned to his void-realm, where his shadow army awaited in perfect stillness. Igris stepped forward, sensing his master's contemplative mood. "Master, has a new enemy appeared?"

"Not just one," Jin-Ho murmured. "An entire force that's been hiding in the shadows longer than I have."

[Warning: Multiple high-tier entities are mobilizing against the host. Estimated arrival: 72 hours.]

A grin spread across Jin-Ho's face. "Three days? That's generous."

He turned to his army, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Then it's time to evolve once again."

Deep within the abyss, power stirred. And the Shadow Monarch prepared for war.

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