LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 9: Chapter 8.
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A living entity that pulsed with the heartbeat of New York City. The skyline was a jagged silhouette against the inky blackness, pierced by the glow of neon signs and the distant hum of traffic. The city breathed in the scent of rain-soaked concrete and exhaust fumes, exhaling the restless energy of the damned. In the alleys, whispers of crime slithered between the cracks, carried on the cold wind that swept through the streets. New York was a city that never slept, not because it didn't want to, but because it couldn't. Monsters lurked in the shadows, and the shadows were everywhere.
Jin-Woo walked through these streets like a ghost. Silent. Unseen. Untouchable. His boots made no sound against the pavement, his presence a void in the chaos of the city. His dark coat billowed slightly in the wind, the fabric catching the faint glow of a flickering streetlamp. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the surroundings with a predator's precision. He was a shadow among shadows, a man who had long since transcended the boundaries of what it meant to be human.
His mind replayed the encounter with Spider-Man—Peter Parker. The boy had been cautious, smart even, but he had also been naive. He wasn't ready. Not for what was coming. Jin-Woo didn't underestimate him; he knew what Spider-Man was capable of. He had seen the footage, analyzed the fights, and understood the raw power that Parker wielded. But power was nothing without the will to use it. And Parker? He still held back. He hesitated. That was his weakness.
Jin-Woo exhaled, watching the cold mist rise from his lips and dissipate into the night air. He would learn. Or he would break. There was no middle ground. The world didn't allow for it.
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### The Watcher
High above the streets, Peter Parker swung through the city, his mind racing. His spider-sense had finally calmed down, but the weight of that encounter still sat heavily on his chest. It wasn't just the physical pressure he had felt—the sheer, overwhelming force that had almost knocked the air out of his lungs. It was the look in Jin-Woo's eyes. Cold. Calculating. Unreadable. Peter had faced strong enemies before—Venom, Green Goblin, even Thanos—but none had ever made his instincts scream like that.
He landed on a rooftop, the soles of his boots scraping against the gravel as he came to a stop. He sat on the edge, pulling off his mask and running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. The cold night air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. His thoughts were a whirlwind, each one more unsettling than the last.
"Alright, Parker, think," he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "If he wanted to hurt me, he could've. That pressure alone almost knocked me out. So why didn't he?"
His fingers drummed against the cold steel of the rooftop, the rhythmic tapping a poor attempt to ground himself. He replayed the encounter in his mind, analyzing every detail. The way Jin-Woo had moved—fluid, almost unnatural. The way he had spoken—calm, measured, but with an undercurrent of something… darker. And then there was the way he had looked at Peter, as if he were seeing through him, past the mask, past the suit, straight into the core of who he was.
"He's not a villain," Peter said aloud, as if trying to convince himself. "But he's not a hero either. That means…"
He narrowed his eyes, staring out at the city skyline. The lights of Manhattan twinkled like distant stars, but they offered no answers.
"He's something else entirely."
And that? That was terrifying.
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### The System
Jin-Woo's apartment was a stark contrast to the chaos of the city outside. The lights flickered on as he stepped inside, the soft hum of electricity filling the silence. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of dust and old books. The space was minimalistic, almost sterile, with little in the way of personal touches. A single bookshelf stood against one wall, its shelves lined with volumes on history, strategy, and the supernatural. A desk sat in the corner, its surface cluttered with maps, notes, and a laptop whose screen glowed faintly in the dim light.
Jin-Woo sat down, his movements fluid and deliberate. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he let out a slow breath. The encounter with Spider-Man had been… interesting. The boy had potential, but he was still too green, too hesitant. Jin-Woo didn't have time to babysit. He had a mission, and he wasn't going to let anyone—hero or otherwise—get in his way.
"System," he said, his voice low and calm.
A soft chime echoed in his mind, familiar and yet always slightly unsettling. [ Yes, Player? ]
Jin-Woo's lips curved into a faint smirk. "Status update."
[ Current objectives remain unchanged: dismantle Fisk's empire, gather intelligence, and establish dominance in this world. Progress is steady. ]
Jin-Woo nodded, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. Fisk's empire was vast, but it wasn't invincible. Every empire had its weaknesses, and Jin-Woo was going to find them. The data pad he had taken from Fisk's men was a start, but it wasn't enough. He needed more.
"Analyze the data from the pad," he said, his tone firm.
[ Processing… ] The System's voice was calm, almost mechanical. [ Data decrypted. Accessing files… ]
Jin-Woo's eyes flickered as the information appeared in his mind—names, locations, transactions. Fisk's network, laid bare. He smirked. This was just the beginning.
"Good," he murmured. "Now, cross-reference this with known criminal activity in the city. Identify key players and potential weak points."
[ Understood. Analyzing… ]
Jin-Woo leaned back, his fingers steepled as he waited. The System was efficient, its calculations precise. It was one of the few things he could rely on in this world. Everything else—people, alliances, even the so-called heroes—was unpredictable. But the System? The System was constant.
[ Analysis complete. ] The System's voice broke the silence. [ Fisk's operations are heavily reliant on a network of enforcers and informants. Disrupting this network would significantly weaken his hold on the city. ]
Jin-Woo's smirk widened. "And the weak points?"
[ Several key figures have been identified. Eliminating or turning them would cause a chain reaction, destabilizing Fisk's operations. ]
"Good," Jin-Woo said, his voice low. "Prepare a list. I'll handle the rest."
[ Understood. ]
The System fell silent, leaving Jin-Woo alone with his thoughts. He stood, his movements fluid as he walked to the window. The city stretched out before him, a sprawling labyrinth of light and shadow. Somewhere out there, Fisk's men were moving, carrying out their orders, unaware that their empire was already under siege.
Jin-Woo's lips curled into a faint smile. Let them think they were safe. Let them think they were untouchable.
They would learn soon enough.
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### The Hunt
Midnight. Somewhere in the city, in a warehouse by the docks, Wilson Fisk sat behind a massive desk, his fingers steepled as he stared at the screen before him. The office was dimly lit, the cold steel walls casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist in the flickering light. On the screen, a blurry security feed played the same scene over and over.
A man walking out of his tower.
A nobody.
Yet, something about this man bothered Fisk. He had built his empire on control, on knowing everything that moved within his city. And this man? He moved like he owned the place. Like the city itself bent to his will. Fisk exhaled, his jaw tightening as he leaned forward, his massive frame casting an even larger shadow across the room.
"Find out everything about him," Fisk said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very walls.
The room was silent, the air thick with tension. Then, a voice replied from the darkness, smooth and sultry, like the purr of a cat.
"Already on it."
Fisk didn't turn. He didn't need to. The presence lurking in the corner was enough. The Black Cat stepped forward, her silver hair catching the dim light as she moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly. Her mask hid her eyes, but the smirk on her lips was unmistakable.
"Your instincts are sharp, Kingpin," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "This one's… different."
Fisk didn't blink, his gaze never leaving the screen. "Then watch him closely. If he becomes a problem—"
Felicia smirked, her gloved fingers brushing against the edge of the desk. "I'll handle it."
Fisk nodded, his expression unreadable. "See that you do."
And with that, the hunt began.
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