I Swear on the Hidden Core

Eunjae kept touching the pouch at his hip because the combat license inside kept humming. That hum meant another system user was close, and it meant his luck was already bending around danger before he could see it. As the king’s shadow, he worked from the gaps no one could prove. He handled quiet orders, erased paper trails, and carried a sealed scroll that matched a mark in the wrong person’s home. Then the system began to shift with every choice he made. When he chose caution, it rewarded stealth. When he chose mercy, it learned how to heal. The problem was the notes in the lockers. Someone was watching his moves inside the Bureau, and one wrong choice could make his hidden life visible t...