The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can Kill-Chapter 85: New Order

"The battlefield shall be still. All motion ceases. The earth holds its form. The air returns to silence."

The voice cut through the chaos like the sharp edge of a blade.

And in the next instant—

Everything stopped.

The earth, which had been violently splitting apart, froze in place. The tremors, the deafening cracks—gone. The air itself seemed to obey, settling into an unnatural stillness.

It was as if the battlefield had been caught in suspended animation.

Jin felt the weight of it immediately. This wasn’t just power—it was absolute authority imposed upon reality itself.

And then, through the clearing dust, figures stirred.

Three men. Their enemies.

Kang Daeho, the muscle-bound powerhouse, groaned as he rolled his shoulders, his body covered in bruises.

Baek Seungmin, the cold-eyed weapon master, adjusted his stance, blood trailing from his lip.

Nam Kyungjoon, the flickering specter of a soldier, staggered slightly, his ability still glitching from the force of the last hit.

Despite their injuries, despite the battle’s toll—all three of them stood tall.

And as one, they snapped to attention.

Their backs straightened. Their breathing steadied.

And then, through the thinning dust, a figure emerged.

A lady in uniform.

She did not rush. Every step was measured, deliberate. The crisp lines of her uniform remained untouched by the chaos around her. She did not hesitate.

She did not need to.

Because she was in control.

Jin knew power when he saw it. And whatever she had just done—whatever her ability truly was—it wasn’t just strength.

It was command.

Her sharp eyes swept over the battlefield, assessing everything in a single glance before she turned her focus onto her subordinates.

She said nothing at first.

She let the silence sink in. Let them feel it.

Then—finally—she spoke.

"Explain."

Daeho, ever the bold one, clenched his jaw before stepping forward.

"Commander," he began, his voice steady despite the pain. "They refused to leave. I made the judgment call to engage."

She looked up at him, gaze unwavering.

And then she took a step forward—closing the distance between them in an instant.

Daeho, a man who towered over her, didn’t flinch. But even so—something in his posture shifted.

Because she was not a woman who needed height or size to loom over someone.

She simply did.

"A judgment call?" Her voice was calm. Controlled. "Tell me, Sergeant Kang—who gave you that authority?"

Daeho hesitated. "No one, ma’am."

She tilted her head slightly. "Then why did you act like you had it?"

A sharp silence.

Daeho clenched his fists but did not answer.

Her gaze didn’t soften.

"You are a soldier. Not a warlord. You do not decide when to fight. You follow orders. My orders."

A pause.

Then, low but clear—

"Disobey me again, and you won’t be following anyone’s orders. Do you understand?"

Daeho swallowed.

And then, with the discipline ingrained into his very core, he straightened.

"Yes, ma’am."

Her attention shifted next.

"Lieutenant Baek. Lieutenant Nam."

Both Seungmin and Kyungjoon stiffened, standing even straighter.

"Did you support this decision?"

Kyungjoon exhaled through his nose. "I followed my superior’s lead, ma’am."

Seungmin nodded. "As did I."

She studied them for a long moment.

And then, finally—her expression shifted.

It wasn’t kindness. But it wasn’t as harsh as before.

It was understanding.

She exhaled. "You are soldiers. I expect you to think. To act. But I also expect you to remember who you are. We made an oath to protect, not to escalate fights out of personal pride."

She let those words settle before straightening.

"Get yourselves cleaned up. You have your orders."

"Yes, ma’am!"

She nodded once, dismissing them.

Only then did she finally turn to the ones responsible for this fight.

Jin and his group.

They did not stand at attention. They did not bow.

But they were watching.

And for the first time in a while, they were unsure.

She studied them. Took her time assessing every single one of them.

Then—to their utter shock—

She bowed.

Not deeply, but with the same unwavering precision she carried in all things.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you."

Her voice was level, but not cold.

"I am Commander Seo Yewon, the leader of this territory."

Silence.

Jin, Echo, and Joon exchanged glances, but none of them spoke.

Until finally, she continued.

"Now then." Her gaze flickered to the battlefield around them. "I’m going to need your help cleaning up this mess. It’s the least you could do."

Echo let out a scoff. "We were defending ourselves."

She didn’t even blink.

"Is that so?"

Joon crossed his arms. "You attacked first."

"Correction." She tilted her head. "You invaded, we defended ourselves."

Jin’s jaw tightened. "One of your men attacked our base first."

She considered that.

Then, with a shrug—"The past is the past."

Jin exhaled sharply. "So that’s it? You just want to move forward just like that?"

A small smirk tugged at her lips.

"Unless you’d rather keep fighting?"

She tilted her head slightly.

"Because if that’s the case..."

Her gaze sharpened.

"I’ll deal with all of you on my own. Right here. Rght now."

Silence.

A long, heavy silence.

Jin exhaled through his nose.

This woman was clearly dangerous.

He wasn’t sure if he should be fighting her...

Or working with her.

Even with her subordinates gone, her presence hadn’t lessened in the slightest.

Jin could still feel the weight of her ability hanging in the air.

She had stopped the entire battlefield’s destruction with a single order.

Not through force.

Not through brute strength.

She simply declared reality to be different—and reality obeyed.

Jin had fought strong opponents before.

But none like this.

And that’s what made him wary.

This woman—Seo Yewon—was more dangerous than all three of her subordinates combined.

And yet, she wasn’t treating them like enemies.

Not yet.

Jin kept his posture relaxed, but his mind was already weighing how quickly this truce could turn if she wanted it to.

"...Alright," he finally said, exhaling slowly. "We’ll help."

Echo shot him a look. "Jin—"

"We’ll help," Jin repeated, firmer this time. His eyes met Yewon’s. "A truce. We clean this up, and we move forward."

A small pause.

Then, Yewon exhaled through her nose, just the faintest flicker of amusement crossing her face.

"Smart choice."

She turned, scanning the wreckage. "We’ll need to stabilize the damage first. Most of it came from the battlefield splitting apart, so we’ll start there."

Jin nodded. "Fine. But before that—" He gestured vaguely to himself, then to the rest of his group. They weren’t in the best shape. "I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re not exactly in peak condition. You got anything to fix us up?"

Yewon’s sharp gaze flickered over them.

"There’s someone in our territory with a healing skill."

Echo’s brow lifted slightly. "That’s convenient."

Yewon tilted her head. "It’s one of the reasons I’m overlooking the fact that you shot at my people."

Joon scoffed. "We were defending ourselves."

She raised an eyebrow. "And yet you’re the ones still standing."

Joon frowned but didn’t argue further.

Jin, however, latched onto something else.

"A healer." His voice was even, but Echo and Joon both knew why he was asking.

They had met a healer before.

Back when the system had just descended.

Back when everything had first fallen apart.

She was the only reason Echo was alive right now.

She had stayed behind in that office building. Stayed behind with the other stubborn survivors who refused to leave.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

Jin wasn’t the type to let himself hope for things like this.

It was probably someone else.

But...

"Wouldn’t happen to be a woman, would it?" Echo asked suddenly, trying to sound casual.

Yewon glanced at him.

"It is."

Joon inhaled sharply. "Does she have short hair?"

"She does."

Jin stayed silent.

It could still be someone else.

But something inside him stirred at the possibility.

Yewon didn’t linger on their reactions.

Instead, she straightened. "We’ll deal with that after we finish up here. So unless you want to stay like this longer, I suggest we get to work."

Jin exhaled through his nose. "Not much of a choice, huh?"

A small smirk. "Life rarely gives us easy choices, Jin."

His gaze flickered slightly.

She hadn’t known his name before.

Which meant—she had picked it up from his team.

She was sharp.

Jin let out a quiet breath before nodding. "Fine. Let’s get to work."

And with that, the fight was truly over.