General POV
The Cheonliang compound had gone dead silent—too silent.
Until—BOOM.
A loud rumble. The ground trembled. Dust clouds rolled in from the distance like an army approaching.
Suddenly, a minion burst through the compound's ruined gate, bloodied and out of breath.
Minion: "S-Sir Shaman!! We've got a problem! A MASSIVE one!!"
Shaman (irritated): "What now?!"
Minion: "Intruders… strong ones. They're… they're here for Seongji Yuk."
Beolgu (scoffing): "Who the hell would come for that guy? He doesn't even have any family."
Minion (trembling): "A-About that…"
The ground shook again.
The gates shattered.
Suddenly, the earth trembled.
The sound of synchronized footsteps echoed like thunder.
And then—they arrived. A cloud of dust rose in the distance as five intimidating figures walked toward them like it was the Avengers' final scene—but if the Avengers were built like gods and had murder in their eyes.
Five absolute monsters, each walking like they were about to drop their debut album titled "Punch First, Ask Questions Never." The Cheonliang thugs froze in place. Some dropped their weapons. Others just… ran. The First Generation Kings.
Sora Nairyx POV
Me?
I was casually standing in the middle of the chaos with the Shaman dangling by the neck in my hand, like a poorly-made action figure.
His legs kicked weakly. His aura? Broken.
Sora: "Wow. I left you hanging for like two minutes and you still couldn't fix your attitude. Disappointing."
Mary Kim was still behind me, arms crossed, looking at me like I was a fever dream.
Mary: "Did… did you just pick him up like a sack of potatoes?"
Sora: "You say it like I'm not built different."
Suddenly, footsteps echoed. Powerful, synchronized, ground-shaking.
I turned my head and grinned.
Sora: "Tch. Finally. The headliners showed up."
General POV
Taesoo Ma, shirt open, hands in his pockets:
"I can handle this alone."
Seokdu Wang, a literal wall of muscle in a school uniform:
"Didn't expect to see these faces again."
Jaegyeon Na, zipping up his tracksuit while being bored. :
"Smells like cheap blood and desperation. Gotta be this place."
Gongseob Ji, smirking like chaos incarnate:
"Since we're here, might as well see who's still top dog."
Jichang Kwak, walking in calm, composed, and deathly quiet:
"Don't pretend you're here for Seongji. You all came for your own reasons."
A Cheonliang goon whispered: "T-The Kings… the First Generation Kings..."
James POV
James Lee, still recovering from earlier, looked up and blinked in disbelief.
James thought, Wait… is that really them? In one place?!
His mind reeled. It didn't make sense—this kind of thing didn't happen.
Until now.
Back to Sora POV
I lifted the Shaman a little higher, so he could get a better look at the incoming storm.
Sora: "Hey, Ugly. Recognize anyone?"
Shaman: "T-That's… that's…"
Sora: "Yup. Your funeral just turned into a festival."
Sora: "Yo, over here!"
I waved at them like we were old friends at a class reunion.
The Kings stop. They all glance at me.
Jaegyeon Na: "Who the hell's the dude with the hostage?"
Sora: "Drip incarnate, thank you very much. Name's Sora Nairyx—professional traveler, chaos distributor, and part-time therapist for traumatized delinquents."
Seokdu: "Is he wearing pajamas?"
Sora: "First of all, it's silk tactical leisurewear. Second, shut up, Shrek."
Seokdu: "...I like him."
Jichang: "Sora Nairyx? Never heard of you."
Sora: "Of course not. I haven't debuted in your world yet. But don't worry… I'm like an unskippable ad—you'll get used to me real fast."
Taesoo Ma: "You don't look korean. Are you a foreigner?"
Sora: "That's because I'm new around here. But don't worry, I'll be famous soon. I have plot armor thicker than your biceps."
Mary Kim POV
She just stood there, watching this lunatic casually banter with the most feared men in Korea like he was their long-lost cousin.
Sora: "Anyway, good to see you all. I was starting to get bored."
Mary (thinking): This guy… is actually insane. And I can't look away.
Shaman POV
He was still being held midair like a chicken at a butcher shop.
Sweat poured down his face as he processed the chaos.
Shaman: "First Gen Kings… and… and this lunatic…"
Sora: "Six Kings, technically. I may not have a title yet, but trust me, I punch like I'm royalty."
Jaegyeon: "Let's test that claim later."
Sora: "Looking forward to it, Playboi Cardi."
Beolgu suddenly shouts and charges at me.
Mary: "Look out—!"
I didn't even turn my head. Just shifted my foot and gently bumped him with my elbow.
CRACK.
Beolgu spiraled mid-air and crashed into a tree trunk, unconscious.
Sora: "Man tried a sneak attack when I'm literally holding his boss. Peak stupidity."
Taesoo: "We helping?"
Gongseob: "Nah. Let the pajama warrior cook."
Sora POV
I looked at the Shaman again.
Sora: "Now where were we…"
Shaman: "W-Wait! I can still negotiate! I can give you half of Cheonliang! Or—or girls!"
Sora: "Time's up."
I raise my hand—and instead of a flashy attack, I give him a finger flick.
CRACK.
He goes flying ten meters into a wall.
Crowd POV
Silence. Pure, confused silence.
Vin Jin (whispering): "This guy scares me more than the Kings…"
Seokdu (grinning): "I want to spar him."
Jaegyeon: "After me."
Sora turns and gives a thumbs-up to Seongji.
Sora: "Told ya I got your back, bro."
Seongji: "…Who are you?"
Sora smirks.
"Just a traveler who hates bullies and loves chaos."