The first attempt came before dawn.
Ji-Hoon had ducked into a condemned subway station beneath Mapo—one of the last few places unscanned by GuildNet satellites. He'd barely closed his eyes before the chill hit him.
Not the weather. The silence.
Artificial.
["Incoming signatures—six of them. No ID tags. No system handshake."]
He was on his feet instantly, boots silent against the cracked tiles.
Above, the flickering remains of the digital map twisted—lines becoming glyphs, glyphs becoming coordinates.
Then the trap snapped shut.
A flash of green—
A sniper's round tore through the pillar behind him, shattering ancient concrete. Ji-Hoon rolled forward, drawing no weapon, just intent.
["They're not here to warn you. They're here to erase you."]
"Guild hit squad," he muttered, ducking behind cover. "Private tags. Probably Ghost-level clearance."
✦ Skill: System Trace — Activated
✦ Target: Unknown
✦ Accessing Target Behavior Matrix…
✦ Success
A glowing thread snapped into his vision—arcing across the empty air and pointing to a rooftop above.
Ji-Hoon's eyes flashed as data filled his mind.
[Enemy Class: Phantom Shot – A-Rank]
[Combat Pattern: Predictive Burstline – Exposed Left Flank in 3.2 sec]
[Weakness: Visual Feed Delay – .8 sec window]
[Countermeasures: Lateral Obstruction – Recommended]
He dove left, timed with the exact tick of the rifle's reload cycle.
A second bullet screamed past, but missed.
Ji-Hoon didn't hesitate.
["There's another—close range, your five o'clock. Blades. No sound."]
He dropped low.
Steel shimmered mid-air.
The assassin blinked in, twin daggers arcing toward his throat—but Ji-Hoon was already inside their guard. He twisted, grabbing the assassin's arm with gloved fingers that sparked with system static.
✦ Subroutine Injected: Delay Spike
✦ Effect: Muscle Feedback Loop – 2 seconds
The assassin's body stuttered.
Ji-Hoon shoved, sending them spiraling into a broken stairwell.
["You're adapting. But they're still stronger. Smarter. And there's four more."]
"I'm not trying to win," Ji-Hoon said under his breath, pushing deeper into the tunnels. "I'm trying to learn."
His body moved like water through corrupted steel, each step reading the digital fragments still burned into the world around him.
And then—
The sky above fractured.
A Gate opened.
Not red.
Black.
["That's not normal. That's... an overwrite. Someone injected a gate key without permission."]
The assassins stopped.
Every one of them.
A voice echoed from the dark—
"You're not the only Recode, Ji-Hoon."
He turned.
From the center of the unnatural black Gate stepped a girl—no older than him, dressed in mirrored fragments of code for armor, eyes like data storms.
✦ [RECODE DETECTED]
✦ Authority Conflict: LEVEL 2 ACCESS IN PROGRESS
["Another Recode? No. Worse. She's not waking up to the system like you. She's already inside it."]
The girl raised her hand.
And the world glitched.
Ji-Hoon stumbled as the air inverted, as if gravity flipped and every law of physics tried to rewrite itself mid-frame.
"You're not ready," she said softly.
And with a whisper of her fingers—every member of the assassin squad froze.
Not from injury.
From rewriting.
✦ External System Override: OBSERVER-CLASS
✦ Subject: Ji-Hoon Kwon
✦ Status: FLAGGED – High Anomaly
["Run. Now. Even I can't override her."]
Ji-Hoon turned—
And ran straight into the black gate.