Unwritten Mythos

In the dim recesses of an underground containment site, Splitter found himself bound in a small, sterile room, his movements severely restricted. The mere act of opening his mouth became a Herculean task, forced open by pliers that gripped him tightly. A steel nail pierced his tongue, rendering speech nearly impossible. Nails were driven into each finger and toe, a cruel reminder of his precarious situation.

"It's true that you won't die," a voice said, echoing through the glass partition. The man in the trench coat leaned against the wall, observing Splitter's plight with a blend of fascination and disdain. "So this is the so-called leader of the Chaos Insurgency. I didn't expect him to withstand such a blow."

Beside him, an experimenter adjusted his glasses, his expression one of detached curiosity. "009 is extremely special. It's not just that he can't die. The real intrigue lies in what he splits out."

The doctor nodded, recalling their last encounter. "We found a candy box. It must have come from 009."

**SNB Number 009-1: Candy Box**

The candy box appeared innocuous, a mere plastic shell. Yet, with time, a piece of candy would form inside, each imbued with special abilities. However, the rules were unforgiving—each person could consume only one. To eat a second would mean a grotesque fate: rot, dismemberment, and an agonizing transformation into a pool of blood.

"What did I bring back this time, Doctor?" the man in the jacket asked, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

The doctor gestured toward a collection of twelve stones laid out before him. "Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig. Twelve in total."

"You said you used one of those talismans to turn 009 into a monkey?"

"The Monkey Talisman," the doctor replied, his brow furrowing as he examined the stones. "This... looks familiar."

Just then, another experimenter approached, brandishing a piece of data. "Let's see if this matches."

"This is?" the doctor inquired, his interest piqued.

"Twelve Talismans," the experimenter explained, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Objects from cartoons?"

"Is this... really possible?"

The experimenter nodded, diving into the details. "These stones possess powers akin to those from the animations. Rat grants stealth, Ox bestows super strength, Tiger offers spiritual balance, Rabbit provides super speed, Dragon enables combustion, Snake offers invisibility, Horse allows healing regeneration, Sheep grants astral projection, Monkey offers shapeshifting, Rooster provides telekinesis, Dog brings immortality, and Pig grants thermal vision."

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"I feel like I should find a chance to watch cartoons," the doctor mused, lost in thought.

"And what of the other A-level employees?" the man in the trench coat asked, snapping back to the present.

"It's unclear," the doctor replied. "We sent six A-level operatives. They consumed the super-powered candies and gained corresponding abilities, along with unique shortcomings."

"Imagine if we could arm them with these Talismans in battle," the man said, a spark of excitement lighting his eyes. "It could compensate for their weaknesses."

...

In the meeting room, the air buzzed with tension as several high-ranking members of the Kitsune organization convened. Their faces, cast in shadows, bore the weight of grave decisions.

"This time, we've set out to capture the targets: 001 The Imitator, 002 The Deep One, 003 The Hollow, 004 The Queen Bee, 005 The Metallomorph, and 009 The Splitter," one leader stated, his voice steady yet laced with apprehension.

"Except for the dead 006 The Fateweaver and the fugitive 007 The Siren, who has vanished, and 008 The True Ancestor, who is currently out of the country," another added, his expression grim. "This action is the riskiest we've ever undertaken."

"Can we truly trust those six?" a skeptical voice chimed in.

"Don't underestimate them," came the reply, firm and unwavering. "They are elites among elites—monsters among monsters."

"The candy box has produced a total of six candies. Right now, they represent our highest fighting power. If we fail and the enemy discovers our position, we will be in dire danger."

"Trust them," another member interjected, his eyes resolute. "What else can we do but believe?"

Just then, the door burst open, and a C-level employee rushed into the conference room, breathless and wide-eyed.

"The front line has sent a signal!" he exclaimed, the urgency in his tone cutting through the atmosphere like a blade.

One of the leaders furrowed his brow. "What signal? Who sent it?"

The C-level employee took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "An A-level employee on the front line has transmitted a signal: World Amnesty!"

"Repeat, World Amnesty!"

A spark of energy ignited the room as a leader sprang up, slamming his palms on the table.

"World Amnesty!"

"Secure successfully!"

...

In the Minami port area, the atmosphere was thick with tension as a man in a white Chinese tunic suit arrived, cane in hand. His presence commanded attention, drawing the eyes of countless soldier bees and over a dozen Guard Bees that swarmed before him.

With a swift motion, he slammed his cane onto the ground, and a vast spider web erupted beneath him, sprawling like a trap ready to ensnare its prey.

The Guard Bees attempted to launch an attack, only to find their legs immobilized, firmly ensnared in the web. Unfazed, the man strode confidently through the throng of buzzing soldier bees and approached Vex, raising his cane with authority.

"Queen Bee, game over," he declared, a hint of finality in his voice.

Vex's pupils narrowed in panic, instinctively stepping back as the web tightened around her. "Who are you?" she stammered, her voice laced with dread.

The man dropped his cane, revealing his identity. "Kitsune's A-level employee, Spider."

In a desperate bid, Vex gritted her teeth and called out, "Avee!"

With a brutal resolve, Avee shattered his own legs, his wings flaring as he propelled himself toward Spider, dragging his bloody lower limbs behind him.

But Spider merely sighed, clapping his hands together. The web surged upward, ensnaring Avee like a mighty rope, yanking him to the ground in an instant.

The other Guard Bees, witnessing their companion's plight, turned and raised their right hands, revealing monstrous bone weapons in their grasp.

"Release!" they commanded, and with that, a barrage of bone spurs shot forth, mingling with the crimson mist that erupted from the fallen Guard Bees.

With the loss of their core, the Guard Bees succumbed, their forms collapsing into lifelessness. Only Avee remained trapped, rendered powerless, unable to unleash the deadly bone projectiles.

As the onslaught of bone spurs approached, Spider merely shook his cane. Instantly, more white spider silk erupted from the ground, ensnaring the projectiles and pulling them back with ease.

Vex watched in wide-eyed horror, paralyzed on the ground, her mind racing.

With the situation firmly under control, Spider retrieved a transmitter from his pocket and calmly reported, "N District, Spider, World Amnesty."

...

In the Yangyan area of Beiling City, chaos erupted as Chino staggered back, blood spilling from his lips as a powerful palm slammed him against the wall. Before him stood a hulking figure, muscles rippling under the dim light.

Behind this burly man, several Fish-Men charged forward, but as they moved, a dark shadow began to stir. Tentacles formed from the man's shadow shot out, latching onto the Fish-Men's throats, immobilizing them.

"Ah!" one cried, panic flooding his voice.

"Aaaah!" the other echoed, but their pleas were cut short as the shadow twisted, snapping their necks with a sickening crack.

The man turned his head slightly, a smug smile on his face. "If you want to beat me, first try playing fist with my shadow!"

Behind him lay a gruesome pile of Fish-Men bodies, a testament to his prowess.

Chino struggled to move his claws, but the man's shadow retaliated, pressing down on his limbs with a force that felt like iron.

"Y District, Shadow, World Amnesty," the man announced, his voice calm as he reached for his transmitter.

...

Meanwhile, in Mei's original home.

On the floor lay 001 The Imitator, sprawled and seemingly defeated, while a chubby man lounged casually in a nearby chair, a cup of coffee in hand.

After savoring the rich brew with a carefree demeanor, he pulled out his transmitter, a satisfied grin on his face.

"B District, Eye of the Future, World Amnesty."