Agent 47 X Everything

Location: Upper Sanctum, Al-Qahirah Estate, CairoTime: 2:51 AMStatus: FINAL PHASE – HIGH TABLE TERMINATION

"Demons don't bow to men. They feed on kings."— Ancient Cursed Scripture

The blood trail behind them had long dried.Now, only power filled the room.

A throne room of tyrants.

The High Table sat still on their obsidian seats, watching like gods behind golden masks.The last of their army had fallen. But they didn't move.

Why?

Because of what stood between them and death.

A monster.

The Flesh Titan

It emerged from a shifting metal grate beneath the floor — a genetic sin turned flesh and bone.

Eight feet tall.Hardened skin like scorched steel.Eyes glowing like furnace coals.Pulsing veins ran across its mutated form like dark vines.

An apex predator, man-made and bred to kill legends.

"Finally," Wick whispered, tightening his grip.

47, calm as always, narrowed his gaze.

SYSTEM ALERTThreat Level: Beyond-Class Non-Human Mutation – Type: Demon/Golem Hybrid[KING OF CURSES – Activated]

Effect: All stats multiplied by 3× against non-human threat

Updated Stats:• Strength: 1581• Dexterity: 1587• Endurance: 1545• Reflexes: 1623• Intelligence: 1524• Perception: 1596• Stealth: 1620

47 took a step forward.

But then—Pain.

A violent jolt ran through his skull.

You're taking too long, human.

It was a voice not from the system.It came from within.Like razors dragging across steel inside his mind.

Sukuna.

This pathetic creature dares mimic us? A beast pretending to be a curse?Let me show him why I am the King.

47 paused.

His jaw clenched.

"Don't. Try anything stupid," he muttered aloud. "Wick isn't your target."

There was a silence.Then a grin from the depths of his consciousness.

Fine.I'll play with the flesh doll instead.

And then—

Transformation: Host Override

A black ripple spread from 47's feet.Symbols twisted like flames along the floor. The temperature dropped.Wick staggered back, hand instinctively going to his sidearm.

Power surged. Like gravity inverted.

And from it emerged—

Sukuna.

The markings along 47's face formed like black fire tattoos.His eyes turned crimson. Four of them.His expression — the same calm precision, but laced with malicious glee.

The very air warped.

The High Table gasped.

Even the Flesh Titan… paused.

This wasn't science.This wasn't a mutation.

This was pure cursed malevolence wrapped in an assassin's shell.

Sukuna (Manifested through 47's Body)

KING OF CURSES – Full Sync:Stat Surge: All Attributes Set to 3000+ Temporarily

• Strength: 3000+• Dexterity: 3000+• Endurance: 3000+• Reflexes: 3000+• Intelligence: 3000+• Perception: 3000+• Stealth: 3000+

"Finally," Sukuna cracked his neck.

"Something that at least looks fun."

The Battle – One Demon Against a Monster

The Flesh Titan roared, rushing forward with a punch that split the air like a cannon.Sukuna didn't dodge. He raised his hand—bare—and caught the blow.

The impact sent shockwaves through the hall.

But Sukuna didn't move.

Instead, he grinned.

"Cute."

His hand twisted—and he ripped the arm off.

The Titan screamed.

Sukuna backhanded him across the chamber. The brute flew, shattering a wall, blood and bone crumbling like paper.

"Is this it?" Sukuna chuckled. "I waited for this?"

The Titan leapt again—more feral, attacking in a flurry. But Sukuna moved like a blur, dodging each strike.

He grabbed the Titan mid-air, rotated his body with a snap—

—and slammed him spine-first into the ground, cracking the entire flooring.

Domain Shred

Sukuna raised his hand. Dark cursed energy danced around his fingers.He formed five blades, forged from 47's Matter Creation, but twisted by cursed energy.

He leapt—impaling the monster with all five at once, pinning it to the wall like a specimen.

"Let me show you real power."

He placed one finger on the creature's forehead.

Boom.

A pulse of cursed energy disintegrated half of its face. The walls cracked behind.

The monster was twitching, broken.

The Reign Ends

Sukuna turned to the elders.Their masks trembled.

"You breed monsters, hoping they'll save you."His voice was sharp silk."Tell me—where is your god now?"

He snapped his fingers.

The impaled Flesh Titan exploded behind him, raining gore across the chamber.

47's voice echoed faintly within.

"Enough."

Sukuna's grin widened.

Tch. Spoilsport.

Sukuna Recedes

The tattoos began to fade.Eyes returned to normal.47's presence once again filled the space — no grin, no madness.Only cold, surgical stillness.

Wick stared.

For the first time, he hesitated.

"Who the hell are you?" he finally asked.

47 only replied with one word.

"Necessary."