Since the incident in that dead-end alley, the hierarchy of District 9 shifted drastically.
The streets that once oppressed No Name now seemed to hold their breath every time the sole of his shoe brushed against the wet asphalt.
Outcasts, low-grade augmented thugs, even organ-harvesting syndicates that once roamed freely in search of prey now chose to stay out of his way.
They had learned… the hard way.
One night, a group of bounty hunters from the central district tried their luck.
Armed with plasma rifles and thermal blades, they ambushed No Name inside an abandoned water processing facility.
They thought it was just another routine cleanup mission.
It wasn't.
It was a one-sided massacre and No Name was not the victim.
As plasma shots were fired at him, the streaks of energy never reached their target. Mere millimeters before piercing his skin, a dense black mist Pure Darkness seeped out on its own, forming an invisible, rippling barrier that swallowed the heat energy completely.
As if the plasma itself had been extinguished by absolute void.
Every step No Name took was now accompanied by an increasingly feral dark aura.
The power was alive it responded to his survival instincts, wrapping around his body like an impenetrable suit of armor.
His counterattacks were no longer merely physical.
The touch of that black mist stripped away his enemies' nervous systems, draining their life force and leaving behind rigid bodies with eyes frozen wide in terror.
The more he fought, the thicker that shroud of darkness became.
This power seemed to possess an endless hunger and fear, along with bloodshed, was the only thing that could satisfy it.
It didn't take long for whispers to spread. The story crawled through filthy alleys, rusted elevated train stations, and into the underground bars of criminals.
They stopped calling him a stray boy. A street rat.
Now, a new name had been carved in blood into the dark history of District 9.
They called him…
"The Nameless Devil."
An entity that moved silently within the shadows, immune to modern weaponry, and carried emptiness within every strike of his fist.
Without realizing it, No Name had become the new king… of this rotting city.