The morning light, once a gentle balm against the chill of uncertainty, shattered like glass across the floorboards of Jihye's small Korean home. What should have been a peaceful hour felt brittle and wrong, the kind of morning where the air itself warned of something unspoken.
Then came the knocking.Rhythmic. Insistent.Like judgment made manifest.
Zyx flinched.
He sat alone at the kitchen table, steam curling from a barely touched cup of barley tea. The fragile thrum of his human heart—still unfamiliar, still too loud—pounded with anxious rhythm. Just hours ago, cloaked beneath the silence of night, he had been something else entirely. A shadow wrapped in armor. A whisper of annihilation. The Aegis Prime had danced through the mountains west of Seoul, reducing Silver-Class monsters to dust and silence.
But here, in the light, he was just a man.
The cane Jihye had given him felt impossibly heavy in his hand as he rose. Through the peephole: two KGFH officers. Crisp grey uniforms. Eyes sharp and official. And beside them, the real threat—A Knight Mech, standing like a judgmental god of metal, its polished steel gleaming, its blue eyes flickering like frozen fire.
Zyx's lungs squeezed shut for a breath too long.No. Not now. Not here.
He opened the door with practiced calm, his borrowed clothes hanging a little too perfectly on his frame. To them, he must have seemed out of place—tall, lean, with features that felt both foreign and quietly unreal, like a painting that didn't belong on this wall.
"Good morning," the sharper-eyed officer began, voice flat and polite. "We're conducting a routine sweep for unregistered individuals. May we see your identification, please?"
Zyx's mind spiraled.Identification.A concept so banal, so mortal, yet now more powerful than any god.
"I... I told you. My name is Zyx," he said slowly. "I arrived recently. I'm staying with Jihye. She's out right now—with her son."
The burly officer shifted, folding his arms. His silence was a verdict waiting to be read.
"And your full name, sir?"
"Just... Zyx." He tried to smile. It didn't land.
The tension between the officers thickened. The one with the divine aura—faint, buried, but unmistakable—tilted his head, as if trying to see through fog. Zyx could feel it: the subtle hum of a Host, sensing but not detecting.
His Curse Mark hid him perfectly—an irony so sharp it could cut: the one thing that made him invisible also made him no one.
"Mr. Zyx," the Host said, eyes narrowing, "you have no ID, no digital record, no registered existence. As per protocol, individuals without documentation must be brought in for further screening."
Zyx paused. To resist would invite escalation.His mech—his secret, folded titan—lay dormant in the attic drawer above, cloaked, silent, beyond their scans.He nodded. "I understand. I'll cooperate."
The walk to the KGFH transport was quiet. The Knight Mech thudded behind them like a silent war drum, its gaze fixed forward. Yet Zyx couldn't help but analyze it, admiring its craftsmanship, the soft purr of its joints.
An Engineer-Class built this, he thought.And a damn good one.Far beyond anything Luis ever crafted.
The interrogation room was cold—metallic, sterile, humming under fluorescent lights that held no warmth. A single table sat at the center like an altar. Zyx sat on one side. The Host across from him. The burly one loomed by the door, arms crossed.
"Let's begin," the Host said. "Full name. Date of birth. Place of origin. Anything."
Zyx swallowed. The words, when they came, sounded fragile. "I told you. My name is Zyx. I was found on the road—by Jihye. She and her son took me in. That's all I can give you."
"No ID. No address. No family. No online records?" The Host's voice sharpened like a scalpel.
Zyx shook his head. "I don't have them."
The Host sighed. Not out of impatience, but out of experience. "Mr. Zyx, in this world, where threats can flatten cities in an hour, someone with no past is a danger. We've also received reports—massive destruction in the mountains west of Seoul. Energy readings that don't match any known Host or creature."
Zyx remained still.He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.Aegis Prime. The battle.Had he been too bold?
"I don't know anything about that," he lied, voice steady. "I was lost. I was found. I am not a threat."
The officer watched him for a long time.
"Perhaps," he said. "But until we can verify your story, you will remain in KGFH custody. This isn't personal. It's national security."
He gestured to the corner, where a pedestal rose from the floor. Atop it, a dark orb pulsed faintly, its obsidian surface like still water under moonlight.
"Final step," he said. "Power scan. Standard. Place your hand."
Zyx did. Cold against his skin.The orb shimmered. Glitched. Then finally—A glowing number blinked: 1.
The Host blinked. "One?"
Even Level 1 Hosts registered over 200.
"You're not a Host," he said with finality. "You're an anomaly."
A long silence stretched.
Then the handcuffs came out.
They were about to escort him out when the hallway lit with new energy.A presence so sharp, it cut the tension before his footsteps even echoed.
Jhin Won.
He appeared like a monolith carved from the dusk. Tall. Imposing. The air bent around him.
The officers stiffened immediately. "Good morning, Mr. Won."
Jhin Won didn't return the greeting. His obsidian gaze fell on Zyx. Then the cuffs.
"What's he doing here?" His voice was quiet thunder.
Zyx spoke quickly, "It's a misunderstanding. I had no ID. I cooperated—"
Jhin Won raised a hand. "He is with me."
The words landed like a decree. "A friend of Jihye's. Consider him cleared."
The officers nodded, fumbling with the cuffs. "Understood, sir. Apologies—"
"No need," Jhin Won said. "I understand your job."
Then, his gaze lingered on Zyx. "I hope you understand, too. These are dangerous times. And if you weren't Jihye's friend..." He let the thought hang. "Well."
Zyx bowed his head. "I do. I only want to avoid misunderstandings."
Jhin Won nodded once. But before walking away, Zyx called out.
"Mr. Won. You said these are dangerous times... what exactly are you looking for?"
Jhin Won paused. "Something powerful. Something... impossible. A force in the mountains that leveled entire ridges. We suspect a Diamond-Class HI-MONSTER—or worse. Something unseen. Hidden. Perhaps even a rogue Host capable of veiling itself from divine senses."
He turned his head slightly."When we find it," he said, "we will eliminate it. For the safety of Korea."
And then he was gone.
That night, Zyx walked.
The road swallowed him. Behind him, the lights of the town blurred into memory. Each step felt longer than the last—not in distance, but in meaning.
He thought of Jihye. Of Min-jun's toothy grin and the way Jihye made warm rice with seaweed just right. Of how they made the world feel safe, even if only for a moment.
But he was not safety.He was Misfortune.And people like them died around people like him.
He returned just past midnight. Jihye met him at the door, eyes full of relief.
"Oh, Zyx! I thought you got lost... I waited up..."
He smiled, weakly. "Sorry. Long walk."
She cooked him a bowl of soup. He forced it down, each spoonful heavy with something he couldn't name.
Later that night, in the quiet dark, he sat at the edge of the bed and opened his interface. His Soul Essence pulsed—100,000 units. More than enough.
He breathed deeply, conjuring the blueprint.
[INFINITE CONSTRUCT: PROTECTOR-M1]
TYPE: Autonomous Guardian Mech
HP: 1,500,000
ATTACK / DEFENSE / RESISTANCE: 15,000
SPEED: 15,000 m/s
[SPECIAL ABILITIES]
Aegis Shield: Barrier for 10 seconds (5-minute cooldown)
Dual Blade Mastery
Sentinel Protocol: Dormant until danger
Self-Camouflage: Transforms into innocuous form
Cost: 10,000 Soul Essence (discounted via Curse Mark).
The mech materialized—sleek, black, silent as midnight. It knelt before him like a knight.
"Directive: Protect Jihye and Min-jun," Zyx whispered. "Do not activate unless they are in danger. Stay hidden."
The machine replied: "Directive acknowledged."
Then, it collapsed—folding, transforming. A child's toy. A cube. Matte black. Innocent.
He scribbled a note in jagged handwriting.
Thank you. I'm sorry.Please keep the cube close.It's my gift to you. – Zyx
He placed both on the bed.
Then, he put on his Aegis Prime armor one last time. The black metal sealed around his body like sorrow turned solid.
He flew silently into the stars, a shadow leaving behind the only light he'd ever known.
At dawn, Jihye knocked on his door, smiling.
"Zyx? Breakfast—"
But the room was empty. Only a letter. And a cube.She picked it up.
"Strange…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She held the cube to her chest. Somehow, the warmth he left behind had not yet faded.
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CHAPTER 41: The Gift of Leaving
Morning light, once a gentle balm in Jihye's quiet Korean home, fractured into sharp, uneasy patterns across the wooden floor. It was the kind of light that didn't warm, but warned. Then came the knocking — rhythmic, steady, and too official to be mistaken for anything else.
Zyx froze.
He sat at the table, a cup of barley tea going cold beside his hand. His newly human heart, still unfamiliar in its clumsy rhythms, beat louder than it should. Just hours earlier, in the hush of night, he'd become something other than flesh — a phantom in armor, the Aegis Prime singing death into the mountains west of Seoul, reducing Silver-Class monsters to ash and forgotten names.
But now, in the clean light of morning, he was simply a man. Vulnerable. Seen.
He rose, leaning heavily on the cane Jihye had gifted him, every step a reminder of the fragile form he now wore. Through the peephole, his fears hardened into reality. Two KGFH officers, their uniforms sharp, their eyes sharper. And with them, a silent giant — a Knight Mech gleaming in polished steel, blue optics watching without blinking.
Zyx took a slow breath. Human fear tasted like metal on the tongue.
He opened the door with the calm of someone who no longer had options.
"Good morning," said the more observant officer, voice level. "We're conducting a routine sweep for unregistered individuals. May we see your identification?"
Zyx's mind searched for lies that wouldn't crumble.
"I told you... my name is Zyx. I'm staying with Jihye. She and her son aren't home right now. They took me in."
The burly officer beside him shifted, folding thick arms across his chest. His silence said enough.
"Your full name?"
"Zyx."
The word hung there, absurdly simple. A god's name, stripped of grandeur.
The Host-officer — Zyx could sense the divine signature humming beneath the man's skin — narrowed his eyes. The Curse Mark protected him too well. It made him invisible even to gods, but also erased him completely from this world's systems.
"Mr. Zyx, you don't have any identification," the Host said slowly. "And in a time like this, where any unknown might be a threat... that's a problem. You'll need to come with us for further processing."
Zyx nodded. He didn't argue. To resist would invite scrutiny. And in the attic drawer above them, the dormant shell of the Aegis Prime remained undetectable, a sleeping leviathan beneath their radar.
So he went quietly.
The mech's heavy footsteps trailed them, each one like a silent countdown.
The interrogation room was cold and clean. Too clean. Fluorescent lights buzzed above like a warning. A metal table sat between them, the Host seated on one end, Zyx on the other. The second officer stood guard by the door.
"Let's start simple," said the Host. "Name. Date of birth. Place of origin."
"I told you... I don't have those details." Zyx kept his voice even. "I was found on the road. Jihye and her son gave me food. A bed. I'm not a threat."
"No ID. No records. No family. No digital trace?" the Host pressed, his tone not yet aggressive, but sharper now.
Zyx shook his head. "None."
The officer sighed, not impatiently, but with a practiced heaviness. "Do you understand how this looks? We're not just being cautious. There's been... damage. Massive destruction west of Seoul. Whole ridges leveled. Monsters incinerated. No known Host matches the energy signature. And then you appear."
Zyx kept his face blank. Inside, his mind raced. He should've flown farther. Faster. He should've buried the Aegis deeper beneath the earth.
"I don't know anything about that," he said. It was the truth. Sort of.
"Maybe not," the officer said, pulling out a datapad. "But we have to treat anomalies seriously. Anyone this clean — too clean — is dangerous by default."
In the corner, a pedestal rose from the floor. Atop it, a dark orb pulsed faintly, like a heart caught in glass.
"This is a standard divine scan. If you are a Host, this will register it. Just place your hand here."
Zyx hesitated for only a breath, then complied. The orb was cool. Unyielding.
A moment passed.Then another.A soft glow. A number. One.
The Host blinked. "One?"
He leaned forward, eyebrows knitting. "Even newly awakened Hosts measure over two hundred. You're not a Host. You're... something else."
There was something like disappointment in his voice.
The handcuffs clicked.
"You'll be held for further review," the officer said. "Until we can verify anything at all."
But before they could move him, the room changed. The hallway outside seemed to darken, though the lights hadn't flickered. A presence entered — not loud, not angry, but absolute.
Jhin Won.
He stepped into the room like a blade unsheathed. His eyes, dark and unreadable, scanned the scene. The cuffs. The man.
"What's going on?" he asked, voice low.
Zyx opened his mouth to explain, but Jhin Won raised a hand.
"He is with me," he said simply. "A friend of Jihye's. He is not a threat."
The officers straightened instantly, flustered.
"Of course, Mr. Won. We had no idea—"
"Consider him cleared."
The cuffs were removed. The apology came next, but Zyx barely heard it.
Jhin Won's gaze stayed fixed on him.
"I hope you understand," he said, quieter now. "In times like these, being unknown is dangerous. If you weren't Jihye's friend... things might've ended differently."
"I understand," Zyx replied, rubbing his wrists. "I want to avoid trouble. That's why I cooperated."
Jhin Won gave a faint nod and turned to leave.
"Wait," Zyx said. "What's happening out there? You said it's dangerous. What are you really looking for?"
Jhin Won paused.
"A power unlike anything we've seen. The mountains west of Seoul were scorched. Entire hills vanished. It doesn't match any known monster. No Host signature. No divine trace. Something — or someone — powerful is hiding. And if it's a threat... we'll eliminate it."
He said no more. His silhouette vanished into the sterile corridor.
That night, Zyx walked beneath the stars.
The road was empty, stretching endlessly under the dark. The lights of the town shrank behind him, but the weight in his chest only grew.
He thought of Jihye's laughter. The way Min-jun hugged his leg like it meant something. The warm meals. The soft blankets.
But he couldn't stay.
He was not a guest. He was not family.He was the reason disasters happened.
His footsteps returned him to the house well past midnight. The porch light was still on. Jihye met him at the door, worry flickering behind her tired smile.
"Oh, Zyx... I was getting worried. Where were you?"
"I just needed some air," he said. "Sorry."
She made him eat something. Soup and rice. It tasted like warmth and endings.
He slept only for an hour. Then, silently, he rose.
In the quiet of his room, he opened the interface.
Soul Essence: 100,000
He didn't hesitate.
He began crafting not a weapon, but a promise.
[INFINITE CONSTRUCT: PROTECTOR-M1]
TYPE: Autonomous Guardian Mech
HP: 1,500,000
ATTACK / DEFENSE / RESISTANCE: 15,000
MOVEMENT SPEED: 15,000 m/s
Aegis Shield: Projects a damage-absorbing field over Jihye and Min-jun (10s duration)
Sentinel Protocol: Activates only when they are threatened
Self-Camouflage: Disguises as harmless object
Cost: 10,000 Soul Essence(Curse Mark bonus applied)
The room filled with a soft, silver glow. Metal folded into shape. Smooth plates. Quiet strength. A protector, not a soldier.
Zyx stepped forward, resting his palm on the mech's chest.
"Protect them," he whispered. "No matter what happens to me. If this world burns... keep them alive."
The mech's optics flickered. "Directive acknowledged, Master."
Then, it folded inward, limbs collapsing, plates locking. A black cube sat on the bed, no larger than a fist.
Zyx wrote a note, handwriting awkward and childlike.
Thank you. I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye.Please keep this cube with you.It's important. It's from me. – Zyx
He placed it beside the pillow.
Finally, he stepped into his Aegis Prime armor one last time.
The metal closed around him like memory. Like penance.
With no sound but the wind, he rose into the sky, vanishing into the dark, leaving behind the only light he'd ever found as a man.
At dawn, Jihye knocked softly.
"Zyx? Breakfast's ready."
Silence.
She pushed open the door. The bed was made. The room was empty.
But on the blanket lay a folded letter and a strange little cube.
She picked it up. It was light. Warm, somehow.
A quiet sadness settled behind her eyes.
She held the cube to her chest.
"Come home soon," she whispered, not knowing whether she'd ever see him again.