Every television screen across North Korea went black at the same moment.
Then a single image appeared.
A man standing in shadow.
No mask.
No distortion.
His voice was calm — too calm.
> "Are you listening? Enough is enough."
The capital froze.
Markets stopped.
Soldiers looked up.
Families stood silently in front of their screens.
> "Today is supposed to be your end," he said.
"But I don't want it that way."
The image shifted to an aerial view of the capital city — Pyongyang.
> "Build a stadium," he continued.
"A fighting arena. A ring."
His eyes hardened.
> "You will come alone.
With only a knife.
I will come with my khukuri."
A pause.
> "I will not use my Cycle Power.
You will not use nuclear power.
No army. No soldiers. No cheating."
And then the ruler of the nation appeared on his own screens:
Kim Jong Un.
He watched the broadcast in silence.
For the first time in years… fear crossed his face.
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The Ruler's Choice
In a secure chamber deep beneath the capital, Kim Jong Un stood with his top advisors.
One of them spoke up, voice steady but tense:
"Sir… this may be a challenge to your authority. A trap."
Another advisor placed a small metallic capsule — a temporary enhancer — on the table.
"Just in case," the advisor whispered.
The ruler swallowed it.
His breathing grew heavy.
This would not be a fair fight.
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The Stadium
In record time, the stadium was completed.
Tens of thousands were forced to attend.
Children on their parents' shoulders.
Workers in rows.
Nothing spontaneous — everything staged.
A child whispered to his father:
> "Does this mean… we won't live like prisoners anymore?"
The father did not answer.
The sky darkened.
Two figures entered the arena.
One — Kurayami, khukuri in hand, expression unreadable.
The other — Kim Jong Un, knife clenched tightly, eyes burning with defiance.
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No Power, Only Skill
The fight began.
At first, Kim Jong Un moved faster than expected — unnaturally so.
The main character noticed immediately.
You took something.
He stepped forward.
One precise strike — a punch to the stomach.
Kim Jong Un collapsed, coughing violently as the enhancer's effects faded.
His body returned to normal.
The crowd gasped.
Chaos erupted.
Soldiers in the stands drew weapons.
Gunfire cracked.
But none of the bullets reached their targets.
They froze mid‑air.
The main character's eyes glowed faintly.
> "I told you — no cheating."
He exhaled slowly.
The bullets fell harmlessly to the ground.
Silence.
Kim Jong Un laughed hysterically — a sound not of strength, but desperation.
Then—
The main character vanished.
He reappeared behind him.
> "Game over."
One clean motion.
No spectacle.
No cruelty.
Kim Jong Un fell.
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A New Nation Is Born
The stadium was silent at first.
Then — cheers.
Tears.
Families dropped to their knees.
The man raised his voice, broadcasting once again through the stadium's speakers and every television in North Korea.
> "North Korea no longer exists."
Screens around the world lit up.
> "From today… this land is North Nepal."
Global panic followed instantly.
News anchors shouted.
> "Nepal now possesses nuclear capability—"
Another report interrupted.
> "No — North Nepal has not been officially linked to Nepal."
A chilling conclusion followed.
> "Then the real Nepal will be targeted."
Across the Himalayas, new forces began to mobilize.
New players prepared to enter the war.
The main character looked toward the red moon — the same one that had watched him rise before.
This was only the beginning.
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Author's Note
This story is a work of fiction.
If you are offended after reading this —
If you wish to silence the author —
Then do exactly what the story says.
Build a ring.
Come unarmed.
Face the truth.
If you can't —
Then maybe this story hurt because it reflected something real.
This message for Kim Jong Un
By MK