Episode 52 — Sewer Rats and Bullets: Clone Hunter Field Test BeginsAs Kim Do-hyun’s consciousness synced through his familiar skill, he found himself adjusting to the sharp and surreal sensation of being inside another body—not metaphorically, but literally. His awareness clicked into place inside the physical perspective of Clone Number 1. In an instant, he no longer saw his modest living room, nor felt the meditation mat beneath him. Now, his vision was tinted slightly through the clone’s combat goggles, and the atmosphere was thick with moisture, filth, and the sharp scent of rotting biological matter.It was a dungeon. More specifically, the Rank F sewer dungeon crawling with giant mutated rats. The torchlights that lined the concrete walls flickered weakly. The dripping of sewer water echoed down the corridor with irritating consistency, like a leaky faucet with a vengeance. This wasn’t a glamorous battlefield. It was the kind of place that most Hunters skipp

Episode 54 – Unseen DepthsThe sensation came like a hot knife sliding into raw nerves. A phantom heat spread across Kim Do-hyun’s right arm—an unnatural warmth that didn’t belong there. He froze in place, the sensation overwhelming all thought. It wasn’t his blood. It wasn’t his skin being sliced. But the pain... oh, the pain was real enough. It screamed up his nerves as though the severed limb belonged to him.His mouth opened wide in a scream he hadn’t realized was building.“ARGHHHH!!”He staggered backward, knocking over the folding chair behind him. The carpet scraped his knees as he hit the floor, one hand clutching his trembling right forearm. Sweat streamed down his temples as the familiar skill—his direct consciousness link with Clone 3—was forcefully severed. The sudden overload from the clone’s experience had breached whatever barrier existed between shared perception and real pain.He gasped for air, panic stealing the rhythm

Episode 56 – Point of No ReturnA guttural roar exploded through the tunnel like a freight train tearing down a narrow corridor, shaking the rusted piping overhead and forcing brown water to ripple violently across the concrete floor. The Fishman’s body coiled like a spring, muscles flexing beneath its armored hide, and without a hint of warning, it leapt forward. Its eyes flared with an unnatural glow, and its massive, jagged blade cut through the air in a wide arc as it descended toward the nearest clone Number One.Kim Do-hyun’s heart was already racing, but the sensory data flooding back through the mental link with his clone sharpened his instincts to a fine point. Time didn’t slow, but every second was dissected with surgical clarity. He felt the tingle of danger crawl up the clone’s spine as the wind pressure from the incoming strike blew back loose hair and water droplets midair.Number One’s knees bent hard, dropping him just beneath the

Episode 58 – Field Report The early morning air around the dungeon gate was heavy with confusion and tension. A low mist hung near the perimeter fencing, just thick enough to blur outlines and smear shadows. The temporary barricades had been pushed back, and a line of exhausted-looking guards now stood shoulder to shoulder at the entry checkpoint, keeping watch over a jittery crowd of Hunters, scavengers, and amateur rankers who had gathered like moths around a flame.“Listen, I’m telling you for the last time,” barked one of the gate security officers, his voice hoarse from repeating the same line for the last twenty minutes. “Access to the dungeon is restricted until further notice. No exceptions. I don’t care what license you’ve got. You’re not getting through.”A skinny man in ill-fitted armor raised his hands in frustration, his posture all bluster and impatience. “Restricted? For what? I came all the way from Suwon to get a piece of this p

Episode 60: Things That Shouldn’t Be Picked UpThe wind outside the cleared dungeon was thin and dry, carrying the sour aftertaste of blood and burnt gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, beyond the tree line, a crow gave a solitary caw and flew off, disturbed by the recent chaos. The Fishman’s corpse lay sprawled on the ground, half-crushed, half-scorched, and still vaguely twitching as if reluctant to admit it had finally lost. Kim Do-hyun stood over the motionless body with his hands slightly outstretched, eyes locked on the strange, alien sword that had slipped from the monster’s clawed hand just moments ago.It was there on the dirt, gleaming faintly under the broken sunlight filtering through the trees jagged, irregular, with a faint purple mist leaking off its hilt like a smog no wind could clear. For some reason, the sword looked like it had been forged in pain. Not with skill. Not by a blacksmith. But by someone who hated the idea of weapons and