part 1 : The Beginning of the Story
It's been a long time since that moment in the Atlantic Ocean when the continent materialised out of nowhere. It was an odd occurrence and a strange thing to happen. Geologists and scientists worked hard to figure out where that continent came from.
But...
They completely failed!
They obtained no evidence.
People became accustomed to the continent that sprang out of nowhere as they became accustomed to things swiftly.
Yes, the presidents of the republics have made it possible for anyone who wishes to travel to this strange continent to do so in a relatively short period of time. Because the White Republic was always in control of the planet, they titled their new world organisation the I.S.O.M.L. (International Special Organisation of Mysterious Land).
And, as is customary, the rationale for the foundation of the group was...
the folks who live there!
Although all of the continent's residents are aware of the organisation's nasty and indirect methods of total control over its citizens, they are powerless to intervene. Though everyone is aware of the continent's people being exploited, the fact that the majority of its inhabitants are from third-world countries or have low socioeconomic positions makes them easy to exploit. To the extent that the organisation was allowed to continue its criminal actions, including kidnapping and horrific experimentation on the continent's population, without any major opposition.
This is the (imaginary) planet of mankind in the year 2117, or rather, the new world whose fate has yet to be established.
Date: 15/02/2117
People returned to their homes once the darkness fell in the markets of unknown land, in eastern Area B3, after they had spent their requirements there. A young boy around the age of eighteen, with charcoal black hair and gloomy green eyes, was walking quietly among these folks. You can tell how interesting someone is by the features on his face. And it's evident from his frigid demeanour that he's not like anyone else his age. Suddenly, the boy began to slow down and slow down while starring at something that piqued his interest, until he came to a complete halt going down the opposite side of the pier. A crowd had gathered opposite the modern sword-making shop, or rather next to Mr. Dono's shop...
"Now we turn to the main news: the Special Organisation has killed approximately 27 trainees of the criminals' hunting forces; additionally, the body of a 10-year-old boy was discovered in a deplorable condition near the outskirts of C1 city; rumours say that the assassin used the killing technique known as Raym; this means that the culprit is most likely a member of the deadly characters squad."
It appears that the organisation has reengaged with the citizens.
"Oh, my God, this is terrible!"
"What exactly is going on here?"
"The Thieves!! They believe we have no idea what is going on on this cursed continent. We know everything about you, cowards."
Residents were terrified after hearing the news, which was shown on Mr. Dono's TV near his shop.
"The organisation's boss was commenting on the matter that the organisation kills all those who oppose the path of peace and security that it has made... and that the organisation has done what it should have done after the trainees killed an organisation member who was out of work time."
One of the listeners to this news became enraged, so he expressed his rage about what was being displayed on the news at the time, exclaiming loudly, "Damn it! That self-serving organisation! Under the guise of security and peace, it executes all those who oppose its corrupt system. I pledge that if I come across a member of it in public, I will never have mercy on him."
This young man appears to be one of the new recruits of the forces of the criminals' hunters, the corps that opposes the organisation's system, based on his appearance and his lowly weapon.
After hearing the young man's statements, Mr. Dono became enraged and exclaimed angrily:
"Hey, hey, don't say strange things in public. The shop levies levied by the group are more than enough for me. And on top of that! Given your attire, you appear to be a typical criminal hunter's apprentice. I'm curious how you'll handle these dangerous people. Who on this continent is afraid to simply say their name? And you haven't even perfected the murdering RAYM technique, my love."
"And what came into that damned technique on the subject?" the learner said in nonsensical words. Only the most skilled mafia members and assassins can use this technique. Do you consider me a criminal in order for me to release that damn energy? I'll put a stop to them in my own way. That I swear by. I shall avenge what they have done and what they intend to do to the inhabitants of the continent."
The owner of the charcoal hair noticed what was going on. He clenched his fist in silent protest and walked calmly away from the scene towards his house.
"All right, gentlemen! You must return to your houses." The town's markets have been closed," Mr. Dono stated, dispersing the mob that had gathered around his shop.
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The owner of the black hair returned home after a roughly half-hour walk. He then went straight to his darkroom, feeling empty within; he appeared to be worried about something. Yes, the expressions on his face confirmed this. Then he lay on his bed, wrapped his arm around his eyes, and fell asleep as swiftly as a small child, unconcerned about everything around him.
That lasted an entire hour.
Until his phone abruptly rang, waking him up in a fright!
* Tone... * Tone
"Hmm?"
The young man took his phone cautiously to see who was calling, and tiredness was obvious on his face. The call originated from an odd number (77GGA5) followed by Latin characters, which is obviously illogical. It seems weird. However, based on the boy's reply, it appears that he was familiar with the caller. So he answered the phone quietly:
"Password?"
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." That was the response from the other party.
And, while his comments were calm and pleasant, anyone who heard them could tell how misleading they were. "Just say what you have, Shifer!" replied the black-haired boy."You are now on an official mission." "Please come to the centre to receive it and register your attendance."
"Mission type?"
"Prey capture." The manager apologises in advance for the volume of demands you have made in recent months. It is true that you have completed many missions that have put your life in danger. Despite this, you were able to complete it quickly. However, the mission is a little challenging at this time. We want annihilation to happen as quickly as possible, and you are the only agent we can trust to complete the assignment in record time. Ah! You do not need to bring Omicron with you. Is it a deal if she's already on a mission? Epsilon, the deadly character!"
"Ha!" said the young man as he hung up the phone. This is excessive! I've only been back from my mission in Hong Kong for a few days."
He sighs and says calmly, "I've had a lot of missions lately." "I don't have much spare time to sleep."
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Wait! There is always something unusual going on beneath the two parties' dialogue. Isn't it possible that the other party mentioned something suspicious at the end? Did he say anything about a dangerous guy or something? Epsilon, a dangerous character? Is this the same Epsilon that strikes fear into the hearts of the citizens? If true, does this imply that the owner of the charcoal hair is a member of the special organisation's squad?
Koja is the name of our major character in our novel.
But!
Who exactly is this individual?
What is his connection to the organisation?
Is he as good as we think he is?
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...!!
Yes, it's the truth we're frightened to tell!
This individual is unquestionably a member of the organisation. Not only that, but he is unquestionably a member of the special organisation's most strong team!
That squad was made up of human demons...
The troop of lethal characters!
Unfortunately, the unstoppable team that no armies on the continent could defeat gave the organisation complete control over the residents of the mystery region.
Even the criminal hunters' corps, which people established in response to the organization's aggression and those who want to harm the locals of the mysterious location, pales in comparison to the power of these human monsters.
Koja jumped out of bed, dashed to his closet, and changed into fine clothes that made him look like a gentleman—a professional killer outfit? He then entered another large wardrobe and opened it. The second closet was full with various types of heavy and light weapons—modern-style weapons—but he didn't choose any of them; he just took his gun, known as the Moon Soul.
A powerful and rapid rifle that never warms up! They claim there is just one copy on the entire globe!
He then snatched another vital weapon from him! It was only a small blade, but he can't go on a mission without it on his back; he calls it "Dragon's Neck."
He employs this weapon to deflect enemy bullets and, on occasion, to attack! That is why, after Moon Soul, it is his most crucial weapon.
Koja straightened his tie and rode his black motorcycle to the command centre after preparing himself.
