The Final Three

The rain drummed softly against the windows of the small Tokyo apartment.

Agent 47 sat on the edge of his bed. In his hand — a small black case sealed with talismans, paper aged and reeking of ancient power. Inside: three remaining fingers of Ryomen Sukuna.

He had moved fast over the last few days. Osaka. Hokkaido. A vault beneath a shrine in Kyoto. Each place was a puzzle, each location guarded by curses or desperate humans clinging to the power the fingers promised. But 47 was efficient. Precise. Cold. He retrieved the fingers without delay, with clean work, silent and absolute.

There was no fourth. The last finger had never been found. Even the System confirmed it — Status: Missing. Possibly destroyed.

He opened the case slowly.

The fetid, red-black fingers twitched slightly inside, as if aware of what was coming. 47 stared, his face emotionless. The System window appeared silently:

[Side Contract: Collection of Remaining Sukuna Fingers – COMPLETE]Status: 3 Acquired. 1 Missing.

Consume to further unlock the host potential of the King of Curses. Warning: High risk of psychological destabilization.

Proceed?

He didn't blink. Just selected Yes.

One by one, he ate them.

The room seemed to shrink. Reality twisted. The lights dimmed without dying, shadows stretching as if dragged. A sudden silence, like the whole world holding its breath—

Then darkness.

Domain: Malevolent Shrine

Skulls lined the floor. Rivers of blood coiled between jagged stone. The throne sat high and rotting with power.

Ryomen Sukuna leaned forward with a sneer as 47 once again stood in the middle of the cursed domain — still, unflinching, alone.

"You again…" Sukuna muttered, voice deep like cracking bones. "What are you? You're not like that brat. You don't scream. You don't plead. You don't even flinch."

47 adjusted his cuffs.

"What do you want this time?"

Sukuna bared his teeth. "You've devoured most of me. You hold my power. And yet, I can't touch you. Why?"

47 stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

"Because I'm not your vessel. I'm your prison."

Sukuna stood from his throne. The air roared with malice. Skulls cracked beneath his steps. The pressure was immense, but 47 didn't react. Not even a change in heartbeat.

"Form a pact with me," Sukuna demanded again. "Give me control when I ask. In exchange, I will—"

"No."47's voice cut clean through the cursed air like a blade."I do not negotiate with lesser beings."

Sukuna's hands twitched. He wanted to rip the man apart, tear him limb from limb—But he couldn't.

The domain itself flickered. Sukuna staggered, something unfamiliar creeping in his chest.

Was it fear?

47 stepped closer.

"I'm in control. And every finger I consume… weakens you."

Sukuna screamed, voice warping the very space of the domain—

And then, like a snapped thread, the domain shattered.

New Legendary Perk Acquired:

Mental Fortress (Passive):The user's mind is impenetrable. Immune to possession, influence, mental illusions, or telepathic attack — no matter the source or strength.

47 opened his eyes in his room. The night outside was quiet again. He adjusted his red tie in the mirror, as composed as ever.

"Five Legendary Perks…"Matter CreationAdaptive InstinctKing of CursesMental Fortress

Thronebreaker 

He stared at himself in the reflection. He didn't smile. He didn't blink.

"One finger remains lost. But I don't need it."

He holstered his Silverballers.

The next target wouldn't wait.

Author: WohOO!! back to the main contract baby!