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Summary about the story(had to put here since it doesn't fit in the summary box lol)
The world knows Go Gunhee as the stoic, powerful Chairman of the Korean Hunter Association. A man of unwavering principle and unmatched authority. But no one knows his greatest secret—his daughter, Y/N Go.
From birth, Y/N possessed terrifying power. She showed the qualities of an S-Rank hunter long before she was ever eligible for registration. But rather than take the spotlight, she rejected the system entirely. She refused to be ranked. Refused to be public.
Only two people in Korea know of her existence:
Cha Hae-In, her best friend and trusted confidant.
Woo Jinchul, who found out by accident when Y/N once accidentally called Go Gunhee “dad”
After graduating, Y/N left South Korea and disappeared from the hunter scene. But she didn’t stop hunting.
She resurfaced in Greece, far from the attention of the Korean Association, where she joined the elite international hunter guild known as Astral Express. A small guild yet famous across countries for their unmatched raid coordination and celestial insignia, the Astral Express operates under its own code—independent from politics, borders, or ranking systems.
There, Y/N became known as “Trailblazer,” one of their top operatives. Efficient. Silent. Lethal. Her missions are rarely recorded, and her name is never spoken publicly. But among the upper echelons of hunters, whispers of a cosmic hunter from Greece begin to spread.
As new threats stir across the globe, her name starts surfacing in Korea again—coinciding with strange dungeon anomalies, and raids that end before they begin.
And behind it all, Sung Jinwoo begins to hear rumors of someone who's always one step ahead of him.
A ghost from the stars.
A hunter born of silence.
Y/N Go.
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The air over Seoul was tense, thick with mana, but above it—far above the clouds—an invisible vessel drifted through the stratosphere like a phantom comet.
The Astral Express.
Inside its control hub, panels glowed softly in celestial blues. A steaming mug rested in Himeko’s hand as she leaned over the console, eyes flicking to the newest breach report.
“Seoul again,” she murmured. “That makes five in two weeks. Unregistered dungeon anomalies, premature closures, and unknown magic signatures.”
Welt Yang peered over her shoulder. “Korea’s getting nervous. And with Sung Jinwoo guarding the latest breach, this won’t stay quiet much longer.”
Dan Heng leaned against a side console, expression unreadable. “So who’s going?”
There was no need to answer.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. March 7th peered around the door frame. “She’s already in the cargo bay. Packing the bat.”
Y/N Go stood alone, winding black tape around the grip of her titanium bat. The weapon was heavier than most, reinforced by dungeon-forged alloys and carved with silent sigils only a few still understood. No blade. No fancy artifact. Just brutal force and skill.
She slipped it into its holster across her back and adjusted her jacket—patched with both the Astral Express insignia and, more faintly, the emblem of a now-defunct group:
The Stellaron Hunters.
A vigilante guild. Outlaws, by Association standards. They took contracts no one else would, hunted targets labeled “off-limits,” and answered only to their own code. Go Gunhee never approved—but he never cast her out.
He simply said: “If you’re going to walk through fire, walk like you own it.”
And she did.
Until she left them behind.
March 7th bounced into the bay, camera in hand. “You’re heading down already? Jinwoo’s down there, y’know. Big brooding Monarch vibes. You two are gonna be besties.”
Y/N gave her a look. “I don’t do besties.”
“But imagine the headlines—Bat Girl versus Shadow King! Ooooh, clash of the century!”
Y/N cracked her neck. “I’m not going to fight him.”
Welt entered, arms crossed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. But if these dungeon anomalies are connected to what we saw in Europe, we can’t risk leaving it unchecked.”
Pom-Pom waddled past with a clipboard almost half their size. “Docking corridor one is clear. Drop in ten.”
Dan Heng approached last, handing Y/N a data chip. “Visuals from the breach. You’ll want to see this.”
Y/N tapped it against her wristband. Holograms flared up.
The shadows were spreading unnaturally—longer, sharper. There was something inside the dungeon. Something older than Monarchs. But it wasn’t moving. Not yet.
She tapped off the display.
“I’ll scout it,” she said. “If it turns hostile… I’ll decide if Jinwoo’s a threat.”
Himeko’s voice crackled in through the comms. “And if he decides you are?”
Y/N smirked, lifting the bat to her shoulder.
“Then let’s see how a Monarch handles a home run.”
Downtown Seoul.
The dungeon gate shimmered like a bleeding wound stitched over reality. Sung Jinwoo stood before it, shadows coiled like serpents behind his heels. He didn’t blink.
“Still no movement,” Woo Jinchul reported. “But…”
“But what?” Jinwoo asked, voice low.
“Something entered the perimeter five minutes ago.” Jinchul hesitated. “No signature. No presence. Our radars picked nothing. But the air shifted.”
Beru growled softly. “My liege… this one does not move like prey.”
Jinwoo scanned the skyline.
A ripple broke across the sky like glass being touched.
And then—nothing.
But in the alley, not twenty meters from the gate, a figure in a silver-black coat leaned against a wall, bat slung across her shoulder, eyes hidden beneath a low hood.
She didn’t glow. Didn’t pulse with mana. She just watched.
And Jinwoo, Monarch of Shadows, felt like prey being measured.