Location: Osaka – 2:41 AM. Rain. Buildings reflecting off puddles.
The alley smelled of stagnant water and burnt steel. Thunder rolled in the distance. Agent 47 walked in silence, footsteps echoing off crumbling concrete walls and shuttered izakayas. His system window pulsed softly beside his vision.
Side Contract ActiveTarget: Cursed Spirit – Unknown Grade (Possession: 1 Sukuna Finger)Location: Osaka Dockyards – Verified.Objective: Eliminate the target. Collect the finger.
He approached the rust-eaten gates of the dockyard, the darkness ahead coiling with thick cursed energy like a heat shimmer in a nuclear desert.
Then it roared.
The warehouse walls shook. Something massive was inside.
47 stepped forward, adjusting his cuffs, eyes scanning. The moment his foot crossed the threshold, King of Curses activated.
Passive Triggered – "King of Curses"Stat Boost: +200% (Temporary – Curse Enemy Detected)Strength: 127 → 381Reflexes: 141 → 423Dexterity: 129 → 387Perception: 132 → 396
Author:(actually, dont remind me cause its like 200% of that stats means 2x + the originals)
The beast crashed through the corrugated wall with a shriek. Ten feet tall. Veins like cables. Mouth split vertically up to its brow. Its single cursed finger was embedded in its spine—visible, glowing crimson.
The cursed spirit charged. A building quaked.
47 didn't flinch.CRACK!
A mammoth punch was launched directly at his head. He raised a single hand and caught it mid-air, concrete behind him crumbling from the redirected force.
He didn't even move a step.
47's cold eyes met the spirit's as he gripped its wrist with both hands. A sharp twist. A bone snap. Then, his foot surged upward in a snap-kick to its jaw, launching the beast upward.
As the spirit fell, 47 was already in the air.
He kneed it in the chest, cracking its ribs inward, then flipped off its falling body midair. As he landed, he drew one silverballer.
POP–POP–POP!Three clean headshots. The cursed spirit's head jerked back—then immediately began to reform.
It roared and swung a massive iron chain from the dock crane nearby. 47 ducked it, slid across the wet concrete, and drew a combat axe—formed mid-movement from Matter Creation, the liquid metal forming in his palm.
He threw it like a bullet.
It embedded in the beast's knee, slicing through the muscle.
The cursed spirit charged again.
47 side-stepped the charge, grabbed the creature's forearm with both hands, and swung himself upward onto its shoulder. He drove a series of knives—each created and discarded after every stab—into the beast's back, working his way toward the glowing finger embedded in its spine.
With a final climb up its neck, he drove a heel into the cursed spirit's skull, smashing it to the ground. Dust exploded.
As the spirit roared and thrashed, 47 calmly walked over, dodging erratic limbs. His hand reached forward.
The finger pulsed, resisting extraction.
47 gripped and yanked.
The spirit screamed in agony, body twitching violently before going limp—dissolving into a puddle of cursed blood and black sludge.
Target Eliminated.Item Obtained: 1x Sukuna FingerFinger Remaining: 5
He held the finger in his palm, watching it throb like a living heart.
Gojo's voice echoed in his head from a day ago:"They're concentrated evil. Disgusting to even sense."
47 didn't even blink.
He pocketed the finger, turned on his heel, and walked back into the Osaka rain, vanishing in the mist like a ghost.
Author: Wtf, it sounds childish ik, but yeah, what can be done to release the SFX of those silenced silverballers.