Location: Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden (Twisted Domain Zone)Time: 12:17 AMEnvironment: Warped, cursed terrain thick with decay, tree roots like veins, and the sky splitting open with half-formed cursed domain glyphs. Reality distorts in pulses—like breath held between death and fate.
The moment Agent 47 sprinted toward Kenjaku, time fractured around them.
The half-formed Domain Expansion behind the ancient sorcerer pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat—each glyph spinning in chaotic arcs above his head, threatening to unleash something reality had long forgotten. A graveyard of memories, curses, and spirits stretched outward, almost sentient.
Kenjaku extended both arms.
"Let's see what your system can do, pawn."
47 didn't respond. His steps were measured. Each stride brought him closer—like a bullet yet to fire.
The cursed fog shifted. The terrain screamed.
Two more cursed spirits erupted from the fractured ground. One—a centipede-faced construct with rotating saw-like mandibles, another—a bladed humanoid with dozens of cursed talismans stuck into its back like acupuncture pins, twitching with erratic cursed energy.
System Notice:"King of Curses" Perk Active – All stats multiplied by 3.Adaptive Instinct engaged.Thronebreaker synchronization: 92%
Status: Mentally FortifiedCursed Spirit Threat Level: Grade 1+ (both)
Current Stats (Tripled):• Strength: 381• Dexterity: 387• Endurance: 345• Reflexes: 423• Intelligence: 324• Perception: 396• Stealth: 420
The centipede-spirit lunged.Its mandibles clicked like bone saws.
47 closed distance instantly. His right hand snapped forward—and suddenly, a chain dart extended from his palm, a weapon he just conjured via Matter Creation.
The chain wrapped around the centipede's midsection, and with inhuman force, 47 slammed it into the ground, creating a crater as he dragged it across the terrain. Black ichor splattered across warped roots.
Before the second spirit could move, 47 vanished.
Appeared above it.
Mid-air, he materialized an executioner's axe—the blade forged with a cursed-absorbing core, crimson glowing.
He brought it down with one hand, slicing through the humanoid curse's torso and burying it into the earth. The cursed talismans sparked and combusted violently.
Still no words.
Still that same dead expression.
Then—Kenjaku smiled coldly and lifted a hand.
"Then you've earned the right... to see this."
And with a thunderous pulse of cursed energy that tore reality like wet paper—Kenjaku expanded his Domain.
Domain Expansion: Womb Profusion
The world around Agent 47 twisted violently. The earth ruptured beneath him, and from the ruptures, a monolithic, totemic tower surged into the sky—made entirely of merged, grotesque cursed faces. Some were sobbing. Others screamed. Some chanted in tongues long forgotten.
At the base of the tower stood four malformed bald spirits, their skin stretched tight over bloated bodies, each one bearing eye-like markings on their shoulders, staring with haunting stillness.
Above them—hundreds of disembodied heads, eyes rolled back or mouths gaping in infinite agony, stacked like bricks in a twisted monument. Flesh-like sinew stitched them together, grotesque and organic.
From these masses grew branches—twisted, bark-like limbs spewing raw cursed energy, and arm-like appendages sewn together like cursed puppetry. The tower groaned like a living thing.
47 stood calmly at the center of it all.
System Alert:Domain Expansion Detected: Womb ProfusionThreat Level: CatastrophicPassive Skills Engaged:• King of Curses – All stats tripled (evolved)• Mental Fortress – Domain pressure suppressed• Thronebreaker – Synchronization climbing: 94%
System Compensation Activated – Environmental destabilization minimized
Tripled Stats Active:• Strength: 381• Dexterity: 387• Endurance: 345• Reflexes: 423• Intelligence: 324• Perception: 396• Stealth: 420
Kenjaku's voice thundered across the domain, echoing through each cursed face on the tower like a choir of madness.
"Every life taken… every vessel I've molded… has led to this masterpiece. You stand inside my womb—a grave for all who deny evolution."
The air snapped.
From the tower's peak, a blast of energy exploded downward, not in light—but in flesh and impact. It hit like Maximum: Uzumaki, shattering the ground with explosive force.
47 vanished a second before impact.
A crater of twisted roots and cursed debris remained where he once stood.
High above, hanging in midair from a black platform conjured with Matter Creation, 47 held a hand crossbow aimed down at Kenjaku.
He fired.
The bolt ripped through the air—but before it reached Kenjaku, one of the bald spirits at the base of the tower leapt into the path, exploding on impact in a black cloud of sacrificial defense.
47 had already moved.
He was now sprinting along the outer curvature of the cursed tower, leaping between branches, dodging cursed tendrils like a shadow skipping through raindrops.
From the tower's sides, appendages launched, striking like spears.
47 flipped, ducked, bent backward to avoid them. His reflexes, enhanced by Adaptive Instinct, allowed him to perceive the attacks before they fully formed.
But Kenjaku was watching closely.
"…He's adapting… in real time?"
Kenjaku snarled and extended both hands.
The entire tower began shifting—rotating—flesh grinding against itself to realign its cursed geometry, forming a new internal attack pattern.
47 leapt inside a torn hollow of the tower.
Inside the TowerThe air was suffocating. Screams pressed against his skull.
47's mental discipline held—Mental Fortress shielding his thoughts from invasive memories trying to force their way in.
From the walls, hands burst out, reaching to grab him.
He spun, created a pulse grenade using Matter Creation, and dropped it to the floor.
BOOM.Cursed hands and walls splattered.
47 sprinted through the growing maze of mouths, spikes, and arms.
47 burst through a sinew wall—and emerged directly in front of Kenjaku, who had been waiting.
"Let's end this part, pawn."
He launched another can't-miss blast of flesh and cursed detonation, point-blank.
47's Thronebreaker perk surged.
His body twisted with perfect geometry, slipping to the side in an inhuman motion, and he threw a dagger directly into Kenjaku's shoulder, causing a surge of cursed backlash.
Kenjaku recoiled.
And in that moment—
47 tackled him clean off the tower.
Both plummeted, locked in midair.
Fists struck faces. Bones cracked.
And still, 47's face never changed. No rage. No hate. Just the same dead-eyed focus of a man designed to finish things.
They hit the ground in a nuclear boom of cursed feedback.
The Domain trembled.
Author: EEYYYY FEELAS! suggest me a good universe will ya? please 🥹. The next universe is coming and i have some in mind where to go but you all can tell atleast and the most voted one will get it, i mean you can comment yeah? And if there are no....to less comments, i will go with my thing which you may like or not like.
Let me give you suggestions-
1. Marvel Universe (too common but its X everything so we might get it)
2.Kimetsu no Yaiba (demon slayer lol)
3. Doom Eternal/dark ages (cause why not)
4. Jhon Wick (...)
5.ORV(omniscient reader's viewpoint, yeah we needed this too cause we needed gods to comment on him)
6.Any others please tell.
NOW NOW, the one you are leaning for should be written if from those and if you have any other idea then as you know, its 6., the idea with the most votes will be selected, i mean the most votes, in 6th point if someone has suggested something then you can like their comment if you think that's good as well, and if you choose from the 5 up there, you will have to write in the format +1 or +(the number you have taken) like many of you have written.