NOVEL WEB Chapter 10: Chapter 9.
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The night pulsed with the quiet rhythm of the city, a symphony of distant sirens, flickering neon signs, and the occasional hum of a passing car. The air was thick with the scent of rain, though the clouds above held their breath, as if waiting for the right moment to unleash their fury.
Jin-Woo stood in the darkness of the rooftop, his silhouette blending seamlessly with the shadows. His gaze was locked onto Felicia Hardy, who stood a few feet away, her lithe form poised like a coiled spring. She was sharp. Quick. Every movement measured, every breath calculated. A predator in silk, her black catsuit clung to her figure like a second skin, the moonlight catching the faint shimmer of the fabric.
But predators recognized their own.
And Jin-Woo? He was something else entirely.
Felicia's smirk didn't waver. She was good at hiding her nerves, a skill honed from years of dancing on the edge of danger. But Jin-Woo saw past the mask. He saw the tension in her shoulders, the slight shift of her weight—ready to move, ready to strike. Her golden eyes glinted with a mix of curiosity and defiance, but beneath that, there was a flicker of unease. She had dealt with dangerous men before, but Jin-Woo was an enigma, a shadow that refused to be pinned down.
"Who sent you?" Jin-Woo's voice was low, steady, cutting through the silence like a blade.
Felicia tilted her head, feigning innocence. Her lips curled into a playful smile. "Do I look like the kind of girl who takes orders?"
Jin-Woo didn't blink. His expression remained impassive, his dark eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. He wasn't like the others. He wasn't swayed by her charm or her theatrics.
Felicia's smirk deepened, though her heart raced. "Come on, handsome. Can't a girl just be curious?"
Jin-Woo exhaled slowly, the sound almost imperceptible. She was stalling, buying time, but for what? He could sense the subtle shift in her posture, the way her fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if ready to reach for a weapon.
Felicia wasn't the type to crack under pressure. He could tell. She had danced with monsters before, faced down men who thought they could own her. But what she didn't realize was—Jin-Woo wasn't here to dance.
Without warning, Jin-Woo lifted a hand.
Felicia tensed, her body instinctively preparing for a fight. But before she could react, the shadows around her came alive.
The darkness of the rooftop twisted, slithering like a living thing. It curled around Felicia's wrist, cold and unyielding, pinning her arm to her side. She gasped, her breath hitching as she tried to pull away, but the shadow held firm, its grip unbreakable.
"What the—" Felicia's voice wavered for the first time, her golden eyes widening in shock. This was new. This was something she hadn't prepared for.
Jin-Woo stepped closer, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. "Curiosity can be dangerous," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Felicia yanked her arm again, but the shadow tightened its hold, sending a jolt of pain through her wrist. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm. "Alright, alright. No need for the creepy shadow tricks," she said, her voice laced with forced levity. "You want honesty?"
Jin-Woo didn't answer. He simply stared at her, waiting.
Felicia exhaled, her shoulders slumping in mock defeat. "Fine. Fisk sent me."
Jin-Woo's gaze darkened at the name. Wilson Fisk. The Kingpin. A man who ruled the underworld with an iron grip, whose influence stretched across the city like a spider's web. Jin-Woo had read about him—a man who built his empire in the shadows, who crushed anyone who dared to stand in his way.
And now, he was watching Jin-Woo.
Felicia watched him carefully, searching for a reaction. "He's not the kind of guy you want to make an enemy of," she said, her tone more serious now.
Jin-Woo smirked, a faint glint of amusement in his eyes. "Is that a warning?"
Felicia arched a brow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "It's a fact."
Jin-Woo's fingers twitched, and the shadows around Felicia loosened, slithering back into the night as if they had never been there. Felicia flexed her wrist, her gaze still locked onto him. "So? What happens now?"
Jin-Woo's smirk widened, and for a moment, Felicia felt a flicker of unease. "Now?" he said, his voice a whisper against the wind. He turned, stepping back toward the ledge of the rooftop.
Felicia's heartbeat quickened. She took a step forward, her instincts screaming at her to stop him, but she was too late.
Jin-Woo stood at the edge, the wind whipping around him, his coat billowing like the wings of a dark angel. "Tell Fisk…" he said, his voice carrying an edge of finality.
Felicia leaned in, her golden eyes narrowing. "Tell him what?"
Jin-Woo's eyes gleamed, a predator's gaze that sent a chill down her spine. "I'll be coming to see him soon."
And then—he was gone.
No sound. No movement. Just… gone.
Felicia blinked, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the empty space where he had stood, her mind racing. "Oh, Fisk is gonna love this," she muttered under her breath, though her voice lacked its usual confidence.
But deep down?
Felicia wasn't so sure.
For the first time in a long time—she felt like the prey.
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### Elsewhere…
Wilson Fisk sat in his office, the dim glow of the city skyline casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey, a testament to the power he wielded. He was a mountain of a man, his massive frame dwarfing the chair he sat in, his presence commanding the room with an almost palpable force.
The live feed from Felicia's earpiece had cut off just before Jin-Woo disappeared, leaving Fisk staring at a darkened screen. His fingers drummed against the polished surface of his desk, a slow, rhythmic tap that echoed through the silence.
This man—this anomaly—was becoming a problem.
Fisk didn't like problems.
His lips pressed into a thin line, his mind racing with possibilities. Jin-Woo was an unknown variable, a wildcard that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of power he had spent years building. And Fisk didn't tolerate disruptions.
"Prepare a message," Fisk said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room.
His assistant, Wesley, stood at his side, his expression as impassive as ever. "To who, sir?"
Fisk's gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing as he stared out at the city below. "To everyone."
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### Meanwhile…
Jin-Woo walked through the empty streets, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his mind an ocean of thoughts. The city around him was alive with the hum of life, but he moved through it like a ghost, unseen and untouched.
Fisk was watching. That much was obvious.
It was only a matter of time before he made his move.
Jin-Woo exhaled, his breath visible in the cool night air. He had dealt with crime bosses before. Men who thought power was measured in money and fear. But Fisk? Fisk was different.
He wasn't just a brute with a fortune—he was a strategist. A man who understood power, control, and patience. And that made him dangerous.
Jin-Woo's gaze flickered toward his reflection in a nearby window. His own face stared back at him, but it felt unfamiliar. Ever since he had arrived in this world, something inside him had changed. He had always been a survivor, a man who fought his way through impossible odds. But now? Now he was something else.
Stronger. Sharper. Colder.
A monster wearing human skin.
Jin-Woo smirked, a faint glint of amusement in his eyes. He could live with that.
The System chimed in his mind, its voice a cold, mechanical echo.
[ New Quest: The King's Invitation ]
Jin-Woo's eyes darkened. Oh?
[ Objective: Accept Wilson Fisk's invitation. ]
[ Reward: ??? ]
Jin-Woo exhaled, his lips curving into a faint smile. "So it begins."
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### A Silent War…
Wilson Fisk's message spread through the underworld like wildfire, igniting a silent war that would soon engulf the city. Crime bosses, hitmen, mercenaries—all given the same order.
Find the ghost.
Every gang in the city, every syndicate, every assassin-for-hire—they all turned their eyes toward Jin-Woo. Some saw an opportunity. Others saw a threat. But all of them saw a target.
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### The Meeting…
A few hours later, Jin-Woo walked into the restaurant without hesitation. It was a high-end establishment, the kind of place where deals were made in whispers and blood was spilled in the shadows. Polished floors reflected the soft glow of chandeliers, their light catching the glint of gold and silver that adorned the patrons.
And at the center of it all—Wilson Fisk.
The Kingpin sat at the largest table, a meal untouched before him. His presence was overwhelming, not just in size but in sheer force of will. He was a mountain, unmoving and unshakable, his eyes like twin coals burning with an intensity that could pierce through steel.
But Jin-Woo? Jin-Woo was the storm.
The air crackled between them as their gazes met, predator meeting predator. Fisk's lips curled into a faint smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I was hoping you'd come," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room.
Jin-Woo sat across from him, calm and silent, his expression unreadable. He didn't speak, didn't move, simply waited.
Fisk studied him for a long moment before speaking. "You've been making waves," he said, his tone measured, almost conversational.
Jin-Woo smirked, a faint glint of amusement in his eyes. "I don't like standing still."
Fisk chuckled, the sound low and measured. "I've built my empire by understanding people. What drives them. What scares them."
Jin-Woo tilted his head, his gaze never leaving Fisk's. "And what do you think drives me?"
Fisk leaned forward, his massive hands clasped together. "Power," he said, the word heavy with meaning.
Jin-Woo didn't answer, his expression remaining impassive.
Fisk's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he studied Jin-Woo. "You don't strike me as a man who bows to another. But you're new here. And in this city, there are rules."
Jin-Woo chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Let me guess. You make the rules?"
Fisk smirked, his lips curling into a faint smile. "I am the rules."
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, the tension palpable.
Jin-Woo finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that carried an edge of finality. "You called me here for a reason. What do you want?"
Fisk exhaled, his gaze never leaving Jin-Woo's. "I want to know what you are."
Jin-Woo leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a predator's intensity. "And if you don't like the answer?"
Fisk's smirk didn't fade, though his eyes darkened. "Then we'll find out if you bleed like the rest of us."
Jin-Woo chuckled, the sound low and amused. "You're bold," he admitted. "I respect that."
Fisk's eyes gleamed, a faint glint of satisfaction in their depths. "Then let's talk business."
Jin-Woo listened, his expression calm, his mind racing. But deep down, he already knew.
Fisk wasn't looking for an ally.
He was looking for control.
And Jin-Woo?
He bowed to no king.
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