Episode 41: Trigger DisciplineThe cold, acrid scent of gunpowder clung to the air like the lingering bite of metal after a fresh blade’s first swing. Inside the indoor shooting range operated by the WN Agency, the climate was carefully regulated to preserve the firearms and electronics—dry, cool, and sterile—almost unnaturally clean despite the regular thunder of bullets tearing through paper targets. Overhead, the strip lights buzzed softly, faintly flickering as they struggled to compete with the recoil bursts echoing through the narrow lanes. The walls were soundproofed with thick, matte-black padding that swallowed most of the gunfire, but not the tension. That lingered.Kim Do-hyun (김도현) sat somewhere far from the chaos, his physical body now slouched on a metal bench that had long lost any sense of comfort. The bench stood by one of the rear courtyard trees, a spot just beyond the edge of the WN Agency’s main facility. From this quiet vantage point, he could

EPISODE 43 – A Crowd Gathers, and Trouble UnfoldsThe plastic bench Kim Do-hyun (김도현) sat on wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it served its purpose. It was old, slightly faded from years of sun exposure, and bolted into the stone pavement of the city park’s open square. Around him, trees swayed softly in the humid night breeze, their broad leaves whispering overhead like gossiping spectators. Streetlamps dotted the walkways, casting golden halos over patches of grass and the winding concrete paths. From somewhere nearby, the smell of warm fishcakes and spicy tteokbokki drifted from a food stall, mixing with the distant noise of traffic and quiet conversations.He exhaled heavily through his nose and leaned back, neck stiff, trying to recover from the constant clone hopping he had been doing. His mind still buzzed faintly from the gun practice session earlier. The recoil of the Desert Eagle, the sharp sting of air against his clone’s cheek, the incredi

Episode 45 – Burn, Break, SurviveKim Do-hyun (김도현) stood his ground, his knees slightly bent, posture low, body angled sideways to reduce his exposed area. His muscles were tensed, not in fear but in readiness. His lungs pulled in tight, steady breaths as he tracked every movement in front of him. Oh Min-joo (오민주) stood behind him, her hands trembling, face pale with a cocktail of fear and adrenaline swirling behind her eyes. But despite her visible anxiety, she bit down on her bottom lip, drawing a tiny drop of blood, and made her decision.With a sharp inhale and a flick of her wrist, she conjured another radiant sphere of flame into her palm. This time, the glowing orb pulsed with a concentrated, unstable intensity — like a miniature sun packed tight with fury. She shouted, voice cracking but fierce, “Step back, or I swear I’ll burn straight through you!”She didn’t wait for them to laugh again.The sphere shot forward like a missile, trailing

E47: The Rising Flame and the Fall of ThreeThe roar of the explosion hadn’t fully faded when a thick curtain of smoke rolled across the battered street like a slow gray tide. The charred air reeked of scorched asphalt and burnt polyester, sharp enough to sting the nose and burn the throat. Rubble and splinters of shattered sidewalk lay scattered around the impact crater, and at its center, something massive had been hurled back.Kim Do-hyun (김도현) was still hunched low near the ground, his hands bracing his knees, lungs wheezing with each shallow breath. His ribs ached from the last brutal strike he had taken, and his abdomen still felt like a twisted knot of fire from where that mountain of a man had crushed him. His fingers were trembling slightly, half from adrenaline, half from pain, but his eyes were steady, locked on the aftermath.Out from the dispersing smoke came the sight that snapped everyone's attention—the fat boss, the towering bruiser who ha