KFP: Reborn as Po (Solo Leveling currently)

The colossal Vulcan Boss let out a final, earth-shaking bellow as Jinwoo drove his daggers into its skull, slicing straight through its thick, molten flesh. With a heavy thud, the beast collapsed, sending a shockwave through the battlefield.

Jinwoo landed smoothly, flicking the demonic blood off his blades before his System notifications popped up.

You have defeated the Vulcan Boss.You have gained the following items:

Demon Monarch's Earring (+20 Strength, +20 Health. 2 Set Effects: ???)

Orb of Avarice (Doubles all magical attack damage; amplifies user with magic buffs.)

Vulcan's Horns (A material used in high-grade crafting.)

Fragment of the World Tree (A rare material capable of crafting legendary weapons.)

Jinwoo's eyes flickered with intrigue.

A Set Item, huh?

The Demon Monarch's Earring wasn't just any accessory—it was part of something greater. The set effects remained unknown for now, but that only made it more exciting.

And this Orb… Jinwoo gripped the Orb of Avarice, feeling the sheer magic density within it. He activated it—and immediately, he felt power flood his veins.

The air around him crackled. His mana surged. The sensation was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

With a satisfied nod, he stored the items in his System subspace.

Washington, D.C. — Federal Bureau of Hunters

A heavy tension filled the interrogation room.

Hwang Dongsoo leaned against the wall, his sharp eyes locked onto the man behind the reinforced glass.

Sung Il-Hwan.

Everything about this guy pissed Dongsoo off. His calm demeanor. His quiet confidence. His existence.

Most of all—

He was Sung Jinwoo's father.

The very name made his blood boil.

Il-Hwan, on the other hand, remained composed. His golden aura flickered faintly, restrained but ever-present.

"You claim you're human," Dongsoo sneered. "But how does a human survive inside a Dungeon for ten years?"

Il-Hwan exhaled, his eyes steady. "Because I had to."

Dongsoo scoffed. "That's not an answer."

Il-Hwan didn't blink. "It's the truth."

The room fell silent. The tension thickened like a storm about to break.

Dongsoo leaned in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "You know, you keep talking like you're still a man. But I don't buy it."

His red aura flared, suffocating the air.

"You're just a magical beast wearing human skin. And sooner or later… you're going to attack."

Il-Hwan remained still. But his own aura—a brilliant yellow force—began to pulse in response.

Then Dongsoo said something that made the air freeze.

"As for your family, your Wife's alive jus like your daughter. But your son?"

He leaned in, smirking.

"Jinwoo's dead."

The room quaked.

Dongsoo grinned, watching for a reaction. He expected pain. He expected despair.

Instead, Il-Hwan just… stared at him.

And then—

The golden aura behind him surged.

It wasn't grief.

It wasn't sorrow.

It was something terrifying.

Something that made even Hwang Dongsoo take a step back.

Jinwoo's army tore through the city ruins, shadows moving like a plague through the streets.

Ahead of them stood the Boss—a towering Devil-Reaper-Skeleton-looking beast, its eyes burning with an eerie blue flame.

It watched in horrified silence as Igris and Iron carved through its forces like paper, cutting down everything in their way.

A sharp voice echoed through the battlefield.

"Surprised?"

The Boss jerked in fear—Jinwoo was already above him, perched on a crumbling stone pillar.

His eyes glowed in the crimson sky. His blades gleamed with a sinister blue aura.

Jinwoo smirked.

"You didn't see this coming, did you?"

The Devil-Reaper-Skeleton took a step back.

And in that moment, Jinwoo realized something.

Even the undead could feel fear.

In a single blitz, Jinwoo was upon him.

His daggers flashed.

And the Boss was no more.

Jinwoo landed, arms stretched behind him, his knives glowing blue under the blood-red sky.