《The Villain Holds Infinite Resources at the World's Fall》


 The Change We Never Saw Coming

    Tap! Tap! Tap!


    The sharp raps of chalk against the board echoed through the classroom, jolting Raylen awake. His head snapped up as the instructor, an older man with a bemused grin, locked eyes on him.


    "Awake yet, Raylen?" The professor''s voice held a note of sarcasm, cutting through the low hum of chatter in the room.


    Raylen, a blond-haired athlete with sleep still clinging to his eyelids, blinked rapidly. "Y-Yes, sir!" he stammered, groggy, and confused.


    "I''ll do 20 pushups right now!" Without hesitation, Raylen dropped to the floor, already counting as he pumped up and down.


    The professor sighed, fighting a smile. "Get up, you musclehead," he said, amusement clear in his voice. The class burst into laughter, the sound filling the room like a wave.


    "Twenty more for me, Raylen!" someone shouted from the back, triggering another roar of laughter. Even the professor chuckled under his breath.


    But there was one person who remained silent.


    Nyx sat at the far back of the classroom, his gaze distant and unfocused. The chaos around him felt like a dull, irritating buzz.


    ''Boring¡­ all of this is so pointless.'' Nyx''s thoughts drifted, untouched by the laughter or the light-hearted atmosphere. He was invisible here, always fading into the background. No one noticed him. No one even remembered his name.


    ''This life... it''s just one disappointment after another.''


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    Rumble¡­ Rumble¡­


    The laughter came to an abrupt halt as the ground trembled beneath them. Panic flickered across the faces of the students.


    "What the hell!?" someone shouted.


    "Earthquake?!" another student cried out in alarm.


    "Everyone, under your desks! Now!" the instructor commanded, his voice laced with urgency. The students scrambled, ducking beneath their desks as the tremors grew stronger.


    Then, as suddenly as it started, the shaking stopped. Tentatively, students began to rise, looking around with wide, confused eyes.


    "What the hell just happened?" a voice asked, bewildered.


    Nyx''s gaze shifted to the window beside him, and his heart stilled. In the distance, a colossal tower pierced the sky, its dark silhouette dominating the horizon.


    { WAVE RELEASED }


    A cold, mechanical voice boomed from above, resonating across the planet.


    { AWAKENING TALENTS }


    A translucent blue screen flickered into view in the sky, visible to everyone.


    { NEXT WAVE ¨C 19 DAYS }


    Nyx''s lips curved into a slow, chilling smile. ''Finally¡­ something interesting,'' he thought, his pulse quickening.


    Suddenly, a scream tore through the silence. Nyx turned his head just in time to see a green-skinned giant, hulking and grotesque, standing over a fallen student. Its massive club dripped with fresh blood.


    The girl, clutching her leg, let out another weak scream before the creature brought the club down again¡ªthis time on her face. The room filled with shouts of terror as students scattered toward the exits in blind panic.


    "Stay calm!" the professor yelled, though fear gripped his voice.


    But there was no calming this. More of the creatures poured through the door, their twisted forms too large for the room, blocking any escape. Three of them swung their clubs with brutal efficiency, cutting down students before they even reached the hallway.


    Nyx watched it all unfold with eerie detachment. His classmates were screaming, crying, dying¡ªyet it all seemed surreal. His eyes gleamed with something darker, something sharper.


    ''This world¡­ is no longer the one we knew,'' he thought, a strange thrill coursing through him.


    Just as the nearest creature raised its club to crush the instructor, a thick textbook flew across the room, slamming into the monster''s back.

 Status

    Just as the nearest creature raised its club to crush the instructor, a thick textbook flew across the room, slamming into the monster''s back.


    "Come get me, you bastard!" Raylen shouted, fully awake now, his voice echoing across the classroom, his usual drowsiness replaced by adrenaline.


    The green-skinned creature turned its gaze from the instructor to Raylen, snarling as it was momentarily stunned, turned toward Raylen, its monstrous face contorting in rage as it dragged its massive club behind it.


    ''He''s really not thinking this through, is he?'' Nyx mused, watching the scene unfold from the back of the room, completely unperturbed.


    While observing the scene with detached amusement from his corner, ''He''s going to get himself killed at this rate.''


    The monster, now enraged, abandoned its assault on the professor and charged at Raylen instead. It lumbered toward him with slow, heavy steps, its beady eyes locked on its new target.


    "Come at me!" Raylen shouted again, this time taunting the two other creatures blocking the doorway. His voice was defiant, but the odds were stacked against him. The monsters didn''t understand his words, they were still soon enraged by Raylen''s loud challenge


    Raylen darted through the room, weaving between desks with surprising agility as the three towering creatures lumbered after him. Their guttural growls filled the air, shaking the walls as they crashed into furniture, smashing anything in their path.


    Meanwhile, the other students quietly crouched and slipped out of the classroom, their breaths held as they tried not to attract attention. Once outside, they hurried down the hallway, their footsteps quick but quiet, as if the very ground beneath them might betray their presence.


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    Moments later, they reached the entrance to the college, only to find chaos. Other students had gathered there¡ªsome injured, others curled up in the corners, paralyzed with fear. Blood smeared the floor, and cries of pain echoed off the walls. The air was thick with panic.


    ''This is a mess,'' Nyx thought, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the scene. The once-ordinary college was now a war zone.


    A second instructor approached Nyx''s professor, her face pale with dread. "The doors are tightly shut," she said, her voice trembling as she tried to remain composed.


    "Have you tried ramming them? Or calling for help outside?" Nyx''s instructor asked, his tone sharp, but laced with uncertainty.


    "We''ve tried both. There''s no signal, and the doors won''t budge," the other teacher responded, shaking her head in disbelief. "It''s like we''re sealed in."


    Before anyone could respond, Raylen came barreling down the stairs, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "I figured it out," he gasped. "The monsters¡­ they can''t follow us downstairs."


    A flicker of interest sparked in Nyx''s eyes. ''That''s very useful information,'' he thought, his mind already calculating possibilities.


    While the others huddled together, forming plans or simply holding onto each other in fear, Nyx quietly slipped away. As usual, he vanished into the background, unnoticed. His movements were deliberate as he made his way back upstairs, away from the panicked masses.


    "If the doors are sealed that tightly," he muttered under his breath, "it means this place is meant to be purged."


    He ascended the staircase with a calmness that bordered on eerie, his mind racing with ideas. ''If this is like any game or those novels where reality and fantasy collide¡­ there must be some way for us to resist. A system, perhaps.''


    He paused on the landing, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Status," he whispered to himself, almost as a test.


    Immediately, a glowing blue panel materialized before him, hovering in midair.


    [ PLAYER: NYX VALMEISTER ]


    [ LEVEL: 1 (0/100) ]


    [ TALENT: ISUEING ]


    [ SKILLS: NONE ]


    Nyx''s eyes flickered as he read the details. His pulse quickened, but his expression remained cold and calculating.


    "So it begins," he whispered, his voice low but filled with dark anticipation. This world was changing, and Nyx was ready to embrace it.

 Awakening

    "It still says my talent is awakening, though," Nyx murmured, unsurprised as he reviewed the blue panel before him.


    "I think I''ll wait for it to fully awaken¡ªbetter to have more options in battle than fewer," he added, his tone calculated. He knew the importance of strategy, especially in an unpredictable environment like this one.


    A short moment later, the familiar glow of a blue panel hovered in front of him.


    [ AWAKENING TALENT TIER: Z ]


    [ GENERATE ]


    "Generate? Not a combat talent," Nyx said, his voice cold and measured. He wasn''t disappointed¡ªjust adjusting his plans.


    [ AWAKENING THIS SPECIFIC TALENT GRANTS UNIQUE BENEFITS ]


    [ HOST HAS BEEN GRANTED A ''GENERATED'' SKILL ]


    [ GENERATING SKILL TIER: SS ]


    [ HOST HAS RECEIVED SKILL ''COMMAND'' ]


    "A talent and a skill... both have their uses," Nyx said, his mind already working through the possibilities.


    "Show me the descriptions of these abilities," Nyx commanded the system.


    The panel responded instantly.


    [ GENERATE ] [ TIER: Z ]


    A talent that allows the generation of weapons, skills, talents, etc., at the cost of mana stones.


    [ COMMAND ] [ TIER: SS ]


    A skill that grants the ability to command other organisms.


    Proficiency: 0%


    "The Generate talent might not be ideal in a direct fight," Nyx muttered, his expression icy, "but the Command skill... now that''s something I can use."


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    He turned his gaze back to the system. "System, how do I get mana stones?"


    [ HOST CAN ACQUIRE MANA STONES BY DEFEATING MONSTERS AND OBTAINING THEIR CORES, KNOWN AS MANA STONES. ]


    Nyx''s lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Let''s make some friends, then."


    Without hesitation, he made his way back to the classroom. Inside, the three massive green-skinned creatures were feasting on what remained of the other students. Nyx remained unnoticed, his movements precise, his heart steady.


    "Command," he whispered under his breath, his eyes locked on the nearest creature.


    One of the monsters lit up, a subtle glow only visible to Nyx. The other creatures seemed unaware of the shift in their companion.


    ''Kill them,'' Nyx ordered silently, watching with cold satisfaction as the controlled creature hefted its club and brought it crashing down onto the skull of its unsuspecting companion. The sickening crunch echoed through the room.


    The remaining creature turned, confused by the sudden attack. It raised its own weapon, preparing to strike back. But before it could react, Nyx stepped out from behind a desk, his voice cutting through the air.


    "Hey!" he shouted, drawing its attention.


    The distraction was all it took. The controlled monster swung again, its club smashing into the other''s face with brutal force. Blood splattered the walls as the second creature crumpled to the ground, lifeless.


    Nyx stepped forward, surveying the aftermath with calm detachment. "That went well," he said softly, moving closer to his controlled creature.


    He issued another command. "Take out their cores."


    Obediently, the creature knelt beside its fallen comrades and began digging into their bodies. Moments later, it presented Nyx with two small, glowing blue stones.


    "Now, remove your own core," Nyx ordered, his voice low. ''I don''t know the time limit of my control. Better to be cautious.''


    With mechanical precision, the controlled creature drove its own hand into its chest, pulling out its core before collapsing beside the others.


    Nyx stood amidst the carnage, holding three shimmering blue mana stones. His cold eyes gleamed with satisfaction.


    "System, can I exchange these for a skill?" he asked.


    [ HOST HAS SUFFICIENT MANA STONES ]


    [ GENERATING SKILL TIER: F ]


    [ DEDUCTING 1 MANA STONE ]


    [ SKILL GENERATED ]


    [ HOST HAS RECEIVED SKILL ''INSIGHT'' ]


    "Show description," Nyx commanded, his curiosity piqued.


    [ INSIGHT ] [ TIER: F ]


    Allows the user to see the status of nearby individuals.


    Proficiency: 0%


    "System, is there a way to obtain higher-tier skills?" Nyx asked, already thinking ahead.


    [ HOST MUST ACCUMULATE SUFFICIENT MANA STONES TO EXCHANGE FOR HIGHER TIERS. ]


    Nyx nodded, his expression unreadable. "I suppose it''s best to save the remaining mana stones for something more useful."


    He glanced down at the lifeless creatures at his feet.

 Haste

    "System, use Insight on these green-skinned creatures," Nyx ordered, his voice as cold and precise as ever.


    _________________________________


    [ INSIGHT ]


    NAME : GOBLIN


    STATUS : DECEASED


    [ NO FURTHER INFORMATION CAN BE GATHERED FROM DEAD CREATURES ]


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    Nyx studied the fallen creatures, their lifeless forms sprawled on the blood-streaked floor. "I''ve got what I wanted," he murmured, brushing aside a strand of his black hair that had fallen over his eyes. His voice echoed faintly in the hollow silence of the room, filled only with the faint dripping of blood and the quiet hum of chaos in the distance.


    He stood for a moment longer, as if contemplating something, before his gaze shifted upward. "Nothing left to do downstairs," he muttered, turning toward the staircase. "The only path... is up."


    Nyx''s footsteps echoed through the desolate hallway as he ascended, the weight of the silence pressing down like a thick fog. The dim, flickering lights cast long shadows along the cracked walls, and the distant sounds of screams and monstrous growls seemed a world away.


    He reached the next floor, stopping in front of a classroom door. The air was stale with fear and panic, but Nyx remained unshaken. He peered through the small glass window and saw two goblins inside, their green skin glistening under the flickering fluorescent light. They moved with a predatory alertness, scanning the room for anything that might be hiding. Nyx''s lips curled into a cold smile.


    "Let''s test the limits of my abilities," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he crouched down, eyes never leaving the creatures. "Insight."


    _____________________________


    [ INSIGHT ]


    NAME : GOBLIN


    LEVEL : 3


    STATUS : HEALTHY


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    [ INSIGHT ]


    NAME : GOBLIN


    LEVEL : 2


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    _____________________________________


    He straightened up, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. "A level three and a level two," he mused. "Nothing I can''t handle."


    "System, show me my status."


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    [ STATUS SCREEN ]


    PLAYER : NYX VALMEISTER


    LEVEL : 1 [ 22 / 100 ]


    TALENT : GENERATE [ Z ]


    SKILLS --


    COMMAND [ SS ] | PROFICIENCY - [ 0.31% / 100% ]


    INSIGHT [ F ] PROFICIENCY - [ 14% / 100% ]


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    "So, I gained some experience from commanding those creatures earlier," Nyx muttered, piecing together the mechanics of the system. His eyes narrowed, calculating the situation. "And it seems like the more I use my skills, the higher their proficiency gets. Perhaps when they reach max, they''ll evolve into something more powerful."


    His gaze flicked toward the goblins, who remained oblivious to his presence. "The system doesn''t spoon-feed answers. I''ll need to figure this out on my own through trial and error."


    Raising his hand slowly toward the closest goblin, Nyx whispered, "Command."


    The goblin''s head snapped up, eyes gleaming as it let out a deep, guttural roar, its muscular frame tensing. The roar reverberated through the room, filled with raw fury.


    Nyx didn''t flinch. He watched the creature, unblinking. "It didn''t work," he said flatly, feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over him.


    His knees buckled, and Nyx collapsed to the floor, his vision momentarily blurring. Sweat dripped down his face, and his body felt heavy, far more so than he had realized. He clenched his fists, trying to push himself back up, but before he could, a shadow loomed over him.


    One of the goblins had noticed his presence, its beady eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. It raised its crude wooden club high, ready to bring it crashing down on Nyx''s skull.


    Instinct kicked in. At the last possible moment, Nyx rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the attack. The club slammed into the floor, splintering the wood with a sickening crack. Gasping, Nyx staggered to his feet, shaking off the disorientation.


    But he wasn''t alone for long.


    From behind him, the second goblin lunged, its massive form casting a long shadow over Nyx as it swung its club down. Nyx, barely managing to stay on his feet, sidestepped just as the weapon smashed into the floor where he had been standing seconds before.


    "Not paying attention... could''ve cost me," Nyx muttered to himself, his voice sharp with frustration. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his breath coming in ragged gasps.


    He gathered his bearings, eyes narrowing as he focused on the two goblins. They were closing in on him, their predatory grins growing wider, sensing an easy kill. Nyx''s fingers twitched, his mind racing. He couldn''t afford to keep wasting time.


    "I didn''t want to resort to this... but it seems I have no choice," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and steady.


    "Generate!" he commanded.


    Instantly, the mana stone in his pocket disintegrated, and a faint blue light surrounded him. A translucent screen flickered to life in front of him.


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    [ GENERATED SKILL ]


    [ HASTE ] [ TIER F ]


    Greatly increase agility for 15 seconds

 Cooldown

    Nyx felt the surge of energy flood his body, his muscles tightening, his senses sharpening. The fatigue that had weighed him down moments before vanished, replaced by a sense of lightness and speed. Everything around him seemed to slow down, and the goblins'' movements became sluggish in comparison.


    His lips curled into a dark smile. "Perfect."


    The first goblin charged at him, its club raised high, ready to strike. But Nyx was faster. Much faster. He sidestepped with ease, the goblin''s blow missing him by a wide margin. Before it could recover, Nyx spun behind it and delivered a swift kick to the back of its knee, sending the creature tumbling forward with a growl of frustration.


    The second goblin was quick to follow, lunging at him with its club. Nyx darted out of the way, the club smashing into the floor once again. He moved with fluid precision, dodging and weaving between the two creatures as they flailed in vain, unable to keep up with his enhanced speed.


    "You''re too slow," Nyx taunted, his voice laced with cold amusement.


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    One of the goblins snarled in frustration, swinging its club wildly. But Nyx was already behind it. He grabbed the back of the goblin''s head and slammed it into the wall with a sickening crunch. The creature slumped to the floor, dazed but still alive.


    The second goblin rushed at him in a blind rage. Nyx sidestepped once again, but this time he didn''t just dodge. He lashed out with a swift kick to the creature''s side, sending it crashing into its fallen comrade.


    Nyx then saw a broken piece of metal rod, that looked like the end part of a chair or desk leg. Nyx then grabbed the sharp metal piece and shoved it into the first goblins throat while it was still dazed against the wall.


    The other goblin, however had risen and lifted his club above Nyx and was ready to swing downwards towards Nyx''s head


    Nyx however had gotten beside the goblin and stuck the metal rod into the goblin''s throat.


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    After the goblin''s body had dropped with a heavy thud to the ground. Nyx looked around at the bodies of both of the dead goblins.


    "That''s two more mana stones" Nyx said while gasping and wiping his face of the blood that had gotten on his face, Still holding the broken metal piece in his other hand


    "I suppose there''s a cooldown for each skill," Nyx remarked, his tone cold and analytical, piecing together the system''s limitations.

 Experiment Complete

    A few moments later, Nyx exited the classroom, now holding one more mana stone than when he had entered. His mind was already calculating the next steps, unhurried yet methodical, his gaze fixed on the corridor ahead. Another classroom lay in wait.


    "This time, I''ll test how long the ''Command'' skill lasts," Nyx muttered to himself, cold determination lining his words.


    He peered through the door into the next classroom. Inside, two more goblins paced restlessly, unaware of his presence. Their green skin glistened under the flickering lights.


    "Insight," Nyx whispered, activating the familiar skill.


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    [ INSIGHT ]


    NAME: GOBLIN


    LEVEL: 2


    STATUS: HEALTHY


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    [ INSIGHT ]


    NAME: GOBLIN


    LEVEL: 2


    STATUS: SLIGHTLY INJURED


    _________________________________


    "All the same stats, but even using ''Insight'' repeatedly improves proficiency," Nyx noted, his eyes glinting as he analyzed the system''s growth mechanics. Each tiny piece of information mattered, as it contributed to his grander plan.


    He turned his gaze to the slightly injured goblin and raised his hand. "Command," he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet the power within his words rippled through the air.


    The goblin glowed faintly, its feral eyes dimming as it fell under Nyx''s control. A cruel smile crept onto his face as the creature swayed slightly, now his to command.


    "Let''s see how far this control can be pushed," Nyx mused, the thrill of experimentation adding a glimmer of excitement to his usually cold demeanor.


    Moments later, the scenario played out like clockwork. Nyx had recreated the tactics he used in the first classroom: using himself as bait while his controlled goblin eliminated its kin. His moves were precise, rehearsed even, as if the goblins were mere obstacles in a game he had mastered long ago.


    This time, though, he didn''t stop with one room. As he moved toward another classroom, the controlled goblin followed at his heels like a mindless puppet, its club dragging across the floor with a dull scraping sound.


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    Nyx approached a third classroom, this one occupied by three goblins. Nyx had already analyzed them with ''insight''. His eyes narrowed as he strategized. "Kill," he commanded softly, directing his puppet into the room.


    Without hesitation, the controlled goblin rushed forward, slamming its club into the skull of one of its unsuspecting kin. The loud crack of bone echoed through the room as blood splattered across the dirty tiles. The remaining two goblins, now fully aware of the attack, growled in fury.


    While they focused on the traitor among them, Nyx slipped in quietly, drawing the attention of one goblin. He struck quickly, a clean, calculated blow to the neck of the distracted creature. The goblin collapsed instantly, gurgling as it hit the floor, its life fading fast.


    Only one remained.


    "Roar!!" A ferocious bellow erupted from the controlled goblin, its glowing eyes flickering as the control snapped, breaking free of Nyx''s grasp.


    "Interesting," Nyx muttered, observing the shift in power with detached curiosity. "So, ten minutes is the maximum duration of control."


    The now-freed goblin, enraged by its previous submission, turned on the last standing goblin with fury. Though they were kin, the moment of control had placed a target on its back. The weakened goblin tried to fight back, but it was too late. The former puppet''s club came down hard, driven by primal rage.


    Nyx stood in the shadows, watching silently as the two monsters tore into each other. Blood pooled around their feet, and for a moment, the classroom was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and dying growls.


    Finally, with one last gurgle, the stronger goblin stood victorious¡ªbut it was weakened and wounded. Nyx''s lips curved into a sharp grin.


    "This is the best outcome," he murmured, stepping forward with deadly grace.


    Before the last goblin could react, Nyx leapt into action. His movements were swift, efficient. The goblin barely had time to raise its weapon before Nyx''s strike landed with lethal precision. The creature slumped to the floor, lifeless.


    Breathing steady, Nyx surveyed the carnage. Three goblins lay dead, and he was standing amidst the wreckage, unscathed.


    "Experiment complete," he said finally, his voice calm, though there was a trace of satisfaction behind his cold, calculating expression.


    He crouched over the fallen goblins, retrieving the mana stones from their bodies with a clinical detachment. As each blue stone glistened in his hand, Nyx''s thoughts already turned to his next move.

 Offsight Boss

    Nyx, having perfected his method of using the foolish goblins against each other, moved through the building systematically.


    Class by class.


    Goblin by goblin.


    His approach was cold and relentless. He didn''t waste energy where it wasn''t needed, using ''Command'' to have his minions eliminate their kin while he struck from the shadows. One by one, the goblins fell, and with each fallen creature, Nyx collected another mana stone. Eventually, his total rose to ten.


    He paused, glancing at the shimmering stones in his hand.


    "I wonder if a new tier skill can be awakened with these ten mana stones," Nyx mused aloud, his cold, calculating expression betraying a glint of curiosity. His mind raced with possibilities. "Although I can generate things other than skills, what use is equipment or weapons if one can''t protect them?" His voice was calm, logical¡ªlike a scientist observing a test subject.


    "Generate," Nyx commanded, watching with an expression of mild detachment as the ten fluorescent mana stones dissolved from his pocket, vanishing.


    [ DEDUCTING 10 MANA STONES ]


    [ GENERATED SKILL ''WEAKNESS SENSING'' ] [ E - TIER ]


    Allows the user to sense the weaknesses of creatures.


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    A satisfied smile crept onto Nyx''s face. "This is quite useful," he murmured. His sharp mind quickly pieced together how the new skill would enhance his combat efficiency.


    "If my theory is correct, each tier will require exponentially more mana stones." He mentally calculated. "One mana stone equals F-tier. Ten equals E-tier. It''s likely a hundred stones are needed for the next level... whatever that may be."


    He grinned, a flash of malevolent excitement dancing across his face. "I wonder what kind of power lies beyond."


    With that, Nyx turned his attention to the final unsearched area. "No matter, let''s keep going."


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    "Insight," Nyx commanded, allowing the system to scan the room and provide details of its inhabitants.


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    [ SKILL INSIGHT HAS REACHED MAX PROFICIENCY FOR ITS TIER ]


    [ SKILL ''INSIGHT'' HAS EVOLVED INTO ''OFFSIGHT'' ]


    [ OFFSIGHT ] [ TIER - E ]


    Allows the user to see detailed information on nearby individuals and objects.


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    A panel flashed before Nyx''s eyes, revealing the data he sought.


    [ STATUS ]


    NAME: GOBLIN


    LEVEL: 3


    STATUS: HEALTHY


    DESCRIPTION: Creatures with tough hide, slow agility, and low intelligence.


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    Nyx''s face remained expressionless as he took in the details. "The improvement is subtle," he muttered, "but it''s there." This upgrade was exactly what he had anticipated


    A few moments later, Nyx exited the classroom, his mind already focused on the next stage: the roof. He had cleared every room, eliminated every goblin in the building. Now, only the final challenge awaited him.


    Creak... creak...


    The metal door groaned as Nyx pushed it open, stepping onto the rooftop. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene.


    There, standing in the center of the roof, was a hulking figure clad in heavy, dark armor. Its enormous frame cast an imposing shadow across the concrete. Blood-red eyes glared at Nyx with a burning intensity, the creature''s presence radiating danger and malice.


    Nyx''s eyes sharpened as he analyzed the figure. This was the boss¡ªundoubtedly the strongest foe he had faced so far. His pulse quickened, but not with fear. Instead, excitement stirred in his chest.


    "I knew it," Nyx whispered, his voice barely audible. He had anticipated an opponent like this¡ªa final test before he could claim this place as his own.


    The armored figure shifted, its heavy footfalls echoing across the roof as it turned fully to face Nyx. It was massive, nearly twice his height, and the glowing red eyes in its helmet burned with fury. The air around it seemed to crackle with oppressive energy.


    Nyx smiled coldly. This was exactly what he wanted.


    He whispered under his breath, "Offsight."

 Brunsteel

    [ STATUS ]


    NAME: ARMORED GOBLIN WARDEN


    LEVEL: 5


    STATUS: HEALTHY


    DESCRIPTION: A heavily armored guardian. High defense, high strength,and moderately slow agility


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    Nyx''s cold grin widened as he assessed the creature before him. This was no ordinary goblin¡ªfar stronger, but burdened by its heavy armor. Its massive frame moved slowly, each motion laborious. If Nyx could exploit its weaknesses, victory was all but guaranteed.


    The Warden''s burning red eyes never wavered as it hoisted its colossal sword. The challenge had officially begun.


    Without hesitation, Nyx activated his newly acquired skill. "Weakness Sensing," he whispered.


    A faint red hue immediately shimmered around the Warden''s neck¡ªthe weak spot. Nyx''s sharp gaze locked onto it


    The Warden lunged, swinging its giant sword with a force that would have cleaved Nyx in two had he not anticipated the attack. He dodged to the side, his movements fluid as he analyzed the monster''s patterns.


    The Warden''s attacks were slow but powerful. Each swing left an opening¡ªsmall, but enough for someone as precise as Nyx.


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    Nyx unfazed, as he darted behind the Warden. The hulking creature struggled to turn, its heavy armor weighing it down.


    "Now!," Nyx whispered as he spotted the exposed area at the back of its neck.


    Nyx''s metal rod had been on a direct path to the Warden''s exposed neck, but before it could make contact, one of the Warden''s goblin minions intercepted it. The goblin, faster than Nyx anticipated, had caught the rod in its hand, though the sharp metal pierced through its flesh. The minion shrieked in pain as blood oozed from its palm, clutching the rod tightly, its eyes filled with rage.


    Nyx''s gaze flicked to the injured goblin. Calmly, he withdrew, retreating a few steps as he reassessed the situation. His weapon was now lodged in the minion''s hand, and the Warden remained unscathed, still towering over the battlefield with its massive sword at the ready. The goblin, though injured, hadn''t let go of the rod, growling as it pulled the weapon from its bloodied hand.


    Another goblin emerged from behind the Warden, this one unharmed, now flanking its injured comrade.


    The Warden let out a low, guttural roar, the sound vibrating through the rooftop as it raised its massive sword, its red eyes still locked onto Nyx. The two goblin minions charged forward, emboldened by their leader''s fury.


    Nyx''s expression remained cold and calculating. "I was too careless," he muttered, acknowledging the tactical error of focusing solely on the Warden without accounting for its guards.


    The injured goblin still held Nyx''s rod, and the other was charging toward him with a crude weapon of its own. "There goes my weapon," Nyx remarked, his tone devoid of frustration as he analyzed his next move.


    "Generate, Melee weapon," he commanded.


    One of the Two Mana stones he had collected earlier in the class before the boss had begun to dissipate in his pocket, converting into energy as a new weapon began to materialize in his hand.


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    [ DEDUCTING 1 MANA STONE ]


    [ GENERATING WEAPON ]


    [ GENERATED WEAPON TIER : F ]


    [ GENERATED WEAPON ''BRUNSTEEL'' ] [ TIER - F ]


    Basic sword made by a slightly known blacksmith


    CHARACTERISTICS - NONE


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    "This will do for now" Nyx said

 Scarlet Sky [ I ]

    Nyx stood tall, gripping the newly generated Brunsteel sword in his hand. The blade shimmered faintly in the dim light of the rooftop, its simplicity betraying the power Nyx wielded through it. The two goblin minions were fast approaching, one still clutching the rod that had injured its hand, blood trailing down its fingers. The other swung its crude weapon wildly as it charged, its eyes filled with rage.


    "Now," Nyx muttered, his cold smirk widening. "Let''s clean up the mess."


    The first goblin, the one holding his rod, reached Nyx with a frenzied swing, aiming to crush him. Nyx sidestepped the clumsy attack with ease, his gaze never leaving the goblin''s wounded hand. As the goblin staggered from the missed blow, Nyx brought his sword down with surgical precision, slicing through its already injured arm at the wrist. The goblin shrieked in agony, the rod clattering to the ground as it stumbled back.


    Before it could recover, Nyx moved swiftly, his blade a blur as he thrust it deep into the goblin''s chest. The creature''s eyes went wide with shock as blood gushed from the wound. It crumpled to the ground, lifeless, its body twitching one final time before going still.


    One down.


    The second goblin lunged at him with blind fury, its crude weapon raised high. Nyx''s eyes flickered with disdain. These creatures were nothing compared to him. He waited for the perfect moment, his body poised like a predator stalking its prey.


    Taking advantage of the opening, Nyx spun around and delivered a quick slash to the back of the goblin''s leg, severing its tendons. The goblin fell to its knees with a howl of pain.


    Nyx moved in front of the crippled creature, watching as it desperately tried to rise, its pitiful snarls echoing across the rooftop. With an almost bored expression, Nyx lifted the Brunsteel sword and drove it into the goblin''s skull. The creature slumped forward, dead before it hit the ground.


    Nyx stood over the bodies of the two fallen goblins, wiping the blood from his blade. "Predictable," he whispered to himself. His eyes slowly turned back to the true challenge¡ªthe Armored Goblin Warden, who still stood at the far end of the rooftop, watching the scene unfold.


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    The Warden had not moved during Nyx''s brief battle with its minions. Its red eyes glowed with intensity, and its massive sword was still poised for attack. This was the real test.


    "Now that the distractions are out of the way," Nyx murmured, tightening his grip on his sword. "It''s just you and me."


    The Warden roared in response, the sound reverberating across the rooftop. It lifted its sword high, the weight of the massive blade causing the ground beneath it to tremble. With a mighty swing, the Warden charged at Nyx, the force of its attack causing the air to vibrate.


    Nyx''s eyes gleamed with cold calculation. He had already seen the Warden''s weak spot¡ªthe faint red hue around its neck, visible thanks to his "Weakness Sensing" skill. All he had to do was find the right moment to strike.


    The Warden''s massive sword came crashing down, but Nyx was ready. He dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack as the blade embedded itself into the rooftop with a deafening crash. The ground cracked beneath the force of the blow, but Nyx remained unfazed.


    With the Warden''s sword momentarily stuck, Nyx seized the opportunity. He darted behind the hulking creature, his eyes locked onto the weak point at the back of its neck. This was his chance.


    He leaped forward, aiming his sword at the vulnerable spot. But just as he was about to strike, the Warden twisted its body with surprising speed, swinging its armored arm toward Nyx in a sweeping motion. The blow sent Nyx flying backward, his body skidding across the rooftop.


    Nyx grimaced as he regained his footing, his chest heaving. The Warden was slower than him, but its sheer strength was undeniable. One wrong move, and that massive sword would be the end of him.


    "This is going to be more interesting than I thought," Nyx muttered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.


    The Warden had already freed its sword and was charging again, its red eyes burning with fury. Nyx knew he couldn''t afford to make another mistake. He had to be faster, smarter. Every attack left an opening, no matter how small. He just needed to time it perfectly.


    The Warden swung its sword in a wide arc, aiming to cleave Nyx in two. Nyx ducked under the blade, feeling the wind from the swing brush against his hair. He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a follow-up strike as the Warden''s blade shattered the ground where he had just been standing.


    Nyx sprang to his feet, his mind racing. The Warden''s attacks were powerful, but the creature was slow and predictable. He just had to wait for the right moment.

 Scarlet Sky [ II ]

    The Warden swung again, but this time Nyx didn''t dodge. Instead, he raised his sword, deflecting the blow at an angle that caused the Warden''s own momentum to throw it off balance. In that split second, Nyx darted behind the creature once more.


    "Now!" he whispered, and with a swift, precise movement, he drove his sword into the back of the Warden''s neck.


    The creature roared in pain as the blade pierced through its armor, sinking deep into its flesh. Nyx twisted the sword, feeling the Warden''s body shudder beneath his grip. The massive goblin staggered forward, its red eyes flickering as it struggled to remain standing.


    Nyx withdrew the sword and stepped back, watching as the Warden''s towering form collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash. The battle was over.


    Breathing heavily, Nyx wiped the blood from his blade once more, his cold grin returning. "Victory," he whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.


    The sky was red, casting a sinister glow over the rooftop. The blood-colored light bathed everything in an ominous hue, as if the world itself was watching Nyx''s battle unfold with cruel anticipation. His smirk widened, the unsettling color only adding to the chaos around him.


    "The sky looks like blood," Nyx muttered to himself, glancing up at the fiery expanse above. The world had changed, and with it, so had the rules. In this crimson-tinted chaos, only those with power would survive, and Nyx was determined to claim as much power as he could.


    The scarlet light reflected in Nyx''s eyes as he stepped over the fallen Warden''s body, his gaze drifting toward the distant Tower that loomed in the horizon.


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    "A mana stone," Nyx said softly, pulling out the radiant gem. The scarlet sky reflected off its surface, casting a faint glow over his hand. This stone was larger than the ones he had collected earlier, pulsing with energy.


    "This will be useful," Nyx muttered as he slipped the stone into his pocket. "But it''s not enough."


    "It seems like my strength has improved greatly from all the lower-level battles," Nyx muttered under his breath, feeling the surge of power coursing through his body. His movements were sharper, faster, and more controlled than before. He had known that battling the goblins had strengthened him, but this moment, facing the Warden and its minions, confirmed it.


    "Status!" Nyx called out, his voice echoing in the eerie silence of the rooftop as the red sky continued to loom over the scene.


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    [ STATUS SCREEN ]


    PLAYER: NYX VALMEISTER LEVEL: 3 [ 78 / 200 ]


    TALENT: GENERATE [ Z ]


    SKILLS: COMMAND [ SS ] | PROFICIENCY: 1.05% / 100%


    INSIGHT [ F ] -> EVOLVED TO ''OFFSIGHT'' [ E ] | PROFICIENCY: 3% / 100%


    WEAKNESS SENSING [ E ] | PROFICIENCY: 4% / 100%


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    "So this is what it feels like,"he said quietly, his voice laced with a dark thrill. "Leveling up truly is intoxicating." he whispered to himself, savoring the moment. Yet, despite his thrill, there was no celebration, no joy.


    Without another word, Nyx began to walk, stepping over the remains of the Warden and its goblin minions. The rooftop was silent now, save for the distant howling wind. The scarlet hue of the sky deepened, the ominous glow casting long shadows as Nyx made his way toward the exit.


    As he descended the stairs from the rooftop, the air grew heavier, "Whoever stands in my way will fall."


    With each step, his presence seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves responded to his growing strength.

 What use is good in todays world

    The cold, oppressive air of the first floor felt different. After the brutal fight on the rooftop, Nyx now stood quietly amidst the crowd of students who had gathered downstairs.


    Nyx, however, wasn''t in a hurry.


    He stood at the back, blending into the crowd. His dark eyes scanned the room as he noted the changes in his classmates. Some of them had awakened powers¡ªabilities that had surfaced in the midst of the chaos. The energy in the room was tense, as students compared their newfound strengths.


    The door creaked loudly, interrupting the tense energy in the room. All eyes turned toward it, hope and fear flickering in equal measure. A group of students, emboldened by their powers, had taken the lead in opening the massive door. There was a collective gasp as it began to slowly slide open, revealing the world outside.


    "Finally," someone whispered, their voice shaky. "We can escape."


    But Nyx knew better. The world outside wasn''t an escape. It was another battlefield, another challenge to overcome. Whatever awaited them beyond that door would be just as dangerous, if not more so.


    As the massive door creaked open, the air grew thick with tension. A gust of wind blew in from outside, but it carried no sense of freedom. Instead, it brought with it a palpable fear. The students who had rushed to the door stopped dead in their tracks.


    The air outside was heavy with a sense of dread. Something was out there¡ªsomething far worse than the goblins they had seen inside.


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    Nyx''s eyes glinted in the dim light, his mind already planning his next move. For now, he would wait. When the time was right, he would claim everything.


    And no one would see him coming.


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    Through the cracked windows that lined the first floor, grotesque creatures stalked the outside world. Their forms twisted and unnatural, some with multiple limbs, others with jagged, sharp teeth glistening in the faint red light of the sky. Their glowing eyes pierced through the darkness, watching, waiting.


    A collective gasp swept through the crowd.


    "Look... outside!" a terrified voice shouted.


    The hope that had filled the room moments ago evaporated instantly.


    "We can''t stay here!" someone yelled, desperation edging their voice. "We have to fight! We have powers now, right? We can take them on!"


    But fear gripped most of them too tightly. No one dared to step forward.


    Then, through the rising chaos, a single voice cut through like a blade.


    "We aren''t going to survive by cowering in fear."


    All eyes turned toward the source of the voice¡ªRaylen. He stood tall and resolute in the center of the room, his dark eyes flashing with determination. His hand clenched into a fist, and in an instant, a bolt of electricity sparked around him, crackling through the air.


    Thunderous energy surged through his veins, and the room seemed to tremble at the raw power he emanated.


    Raylen had awakened.


    His power wasn''t just some simple gift¡ªit was immense, commanding. The lightning that danced around him crackled with fury, lighting up the dim room like a storm had come to life inside him.


    "Those of you who have awakened, stand up!" Raylen called out, his voice booming with authority. "We need to fight together if we''re going to survive this."


    Nyx watched from the back, his expression unreadable. He had no intention of revealing himself yet. Let Raylen play the hero. Let the others feel strong. Nyx knew the real fight would come soon enough.

 Wait...

    Raylen raised his hand, lightning coiling around his arm like a living serpent. "We can''t wait any longer. Those creatures will come for us, and if we''re not ready, we''re dead. This is our only chance."


    The awakened students nodded, their resolve hardening.


    But Nyx remained in the shadows, hidden among the terrified faces, his cold eyes watching everything unfold. "Raylen might have the power of lightning, but he hasn''t gotten used to it yet"


    Raylen had gathered inspiration from those around him, a female student wielding the a talent of fire, Livia and another female student that wielded a talent of Telekinesis, Neille.


    ''The classic heroine trope'' Nyx thought


    Nyx wanted to say something to get more information


    "Where are we going after we get out of here?"Nyx asked loudly. Others around had searched for where the voice ha came from however Nyx had already changed his place among the crowd


    "I''m going to get stronger and create a safer place, those who want to come and join are allowed, as for those who would''nt should wait for help from the military" Raylen said


    ''Not all Justice, I see'' Nyx thought to himself


    The instructors and some others would love to go, however, they had neither the ability nor the trust in Raylen full capabilities to move forward and made up their mind to wait for help.


    The atmosphere was thick with tension, the faint echoes of thunder still lingering in the air from Raylen''s display of power. The others had rallied behind him, their gazes filled with hope¡ªor desperation. But Nyx? He wasn''t interested in following.


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    Raylen had already left


    Nyx had already known what he wanted


    While the others rushed toward the front, ready to fight or flee, Nyx moved with quiet precision, slipping away unnoticed. He had spotted the back door earlier, and now, just as he expected, it was no longer locked.


    "Stronger" Nyx whispered to himself "Strength, that''s what I need" Nyx followed up and said


    "Stronger," he whispered to himself, his voice low and resolute. The word lingered in the air like a vow.


    "Strength... that''s what I need," Nyx muttered, his cold eyes narrowing as he stepped further into the darkness.


    Moments Later....


    The silence was short-lived, interrupted only by the distant sounds of chaos.


    "I may have said I wanted to reach the Tower," Nyx murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "But the Tower is where the true danger lies."


    Nyx''s sharp eyes scanned the horizon. He could sense it¡ªthe Tower was the epicenter of the chaos. Yet, here, the streets were already teeming with monsters. Goblins, primarily. But something told him there were worse things lurking in the shadows, waiting.


    ''It seems like there is where they''re all coming from,'' he thought, his gaze trailing the destruction around him. Fires burned brightly, casting an eerie glow over the mangled wreckage of vehicles that now served as makeshift barricades. But those flames weren''t enough to hold the creatures back.


    ROARRRRR!!


    A chorus of snarls erupted as a horde of goblins crested the blockade, their hideous forms silhouetted against the burning wreckage. Their numbers were growing, the scent of charred flesh and smoke mixing with their growls as they clamored forward.


    Nyx remained perfectly still, his cold, emotionless gaze fixed on the approaching mass. The stench of death and destruction that filled the air didn''t faze him in the slightest.


    His focus was elsewhere¡ªon the prey that had just revealed itself.


    "Just in time," Nyx muttered, his lips curling into a chilling grin. The thrill of battle coursed through his veins.

 The Behemoth

    The goblins quickly noticed Nyx, their snarls growing louder as they surged toward him.


    "This isn''t the best place for a fight," Nyx muttered, glancing at his surroundings.


    Suddenly, he shouted, "Follow me!", ensuring the goblins'' attention remained fixed on him. It was a calculated risk, one that could easily backfire if more dangerous creatures lurked nearby.


    ''I could attract something far worse,'' Nyx thought, his mind racing as he darted toward a narrow stairwell leading up a nearby building. His plan was simple¡ªlure them into the tight space and eliminate them one by one.


    The roars grew louder, the goblins'' heavy footsteps shaking the broken concrete beneath them as they pursued him. Nyx reached the top of the staircase, gripping his sword ''Brunsteel'' tightly. He positioned himself on the high ground, his cold eyes locked on the creatures below.


    One by one, the goblins funneled into the stairwell, their numbers forcing them to attack in a line rather than a swarm. It was exactly what Nyx had planned.


    "Perfect," he whispered to himself as he swung Brunsteel with precision, cutting down the first goblin with ease. Another stepped up to take its place, only to meet the same fate.


    Nyx''s advantage was clear¡ªthe narrow staircase limited the goblins'' numbers, and his elevated position gave him full control. He dispatched them methodically, each swing of his sword clean and deliberate.


    But the horde didn''t stop. More goblins kept pouring in, their snarls filling the confined space.


    ''This might take a while,'' Nyx thought, unfazed by the endless wave. ''But this works in my favor.''


    Moments passed, and soon the staircase was littered with the bodies of goblins. Nyx stood atop the pile of corpses, drenched in blood and sweat. His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, but his eyes remained cold and calculating.


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    A blue notification screen flickered before him.


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    [ NOTIFICATION ]


    [ GAINED TITLE : GOBLIN KILLER ]


    REQUIREMENT : KILL GOBLINS BY THE NUMBERS


    REWARD : [ 50 EXP ]


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    Nyx stared at the panel, wiping the blood from his face. "Titles, huh?" he muttered, a cold grin spreading across his face.


    "You learn something new every day," he added, his voice filled with dark amusement as he looked down at the carnage he had created.


    BOOM! BOOM!


    The ground trembled violently beneath Nyx''s feet.


    ''Did I attract something else?'' he thought, his pulse quickening as beads of nervous sweat dripped down his face.


    ''It must be the blood,'' Nyx reasoned, eyes darting toward the carnage he had left behind. The thick stench of goblin blood likely drew unwanted attention.


    Without wasting another second, Nyx bolted down the stairs, adrenaline surging through his veins. He glanced back at the building he had just vacated.


    To his shock, a massive, hulking figure emerged, casting a long, dark shadow over the now-ruined structure.


    A giant bull-like creature loomed before him, towering over the battlefield, its muscular form dwarfing the crumbling building. The beast''s breath was heavy and ragged, its eyes glowing with primal rage.


    "Shit!" Nyx hissed under his breath, his voice barely audible.


    ''Offsight,'' Nyx thought, activating his ability to gather information about the beast.


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    STATUS


    NAME : MINOTAUR


    LEVEL : 25


    STATUS : SLIGHTY INJURED


    DESCRIPTION : Humongous Strength, Tough Hide, Piercing Horns


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    Nyx''s heart fastened. The gap in strength was enormous¡ªthis wasn''t something he could face head-on.


    With a deafening roar, the Minotaur swung its enormous two-sided axe, the spear-tip glinting menacingly at its center. The weapon collided with a nearby building, pulverizing the concrete and sending debris flying in every direction.


    CRASH!


    The structure collapsed under the sheer force of the blow, nearly disintegrating into rubble.


    Nyx stared at the destruction, his mind racing. ''I''m not strong enough for this... not yet.''


    This was a beast of a different caliber¡ªfar beyond the goblins.

 Trapped

    Nyx stood still, his face a mask of cold calculation despite the chaos unfolding before him. The Minotaur''s sheer size and strength were overwhelming, but panicking wasn''t an option. He eyed the hulking creature with narrowed eyes, taking in every movement, every sound, as it lumbered toward him.


    ''32 mana stones¡­ I have to make this count,'' Nyx thought to himself, his mind whirring as he quickly formulated a plan.


    The Minotaur was strong but slow, and its massive bulk made it difficult to navigate in the narrow streets. Nyx''s gaze flickered to the nearby buildings. The alleyways and tight spaces could be his advantage¡ªif he could lure the creature into a trap.


    The ground shook again as the Minotaur took another step, raising its colossal axe to strike.


    Nyx didn''t move, not yet. His icy blue eyes calculated the distance and the exact timing of his escape.


    The axe came down with a deafening CRASH, but by then, Nyx was already on the move, sprinting to the side and darting into a narrow alley.


    ''Too slow,'' Nyx thought as he weaved through the streets, leading the Minotaur deeper into the maze of buildings. Each step was deliberate, each turn strategic. He wasn''t running to escape¡ªhe was setting the trap.


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    The Minotaur roared in frustration, its massive form struggling to squeeze through the alley. It swung its axe again, shattering walls and sending debris flying, but Nyx had already anticipated the move, staying one step ahead.


    "Now," Nyx whispered to himself, glancing at the towering structure just ahead.


    He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of mana stones, feeling their energy pulse in his hand. He only needed one for this.


    "Generate, explosive trap," Nyx commanded.


    Immediately, the mana stone dissolved in his palm, its energy shifting into a series of shimmering glyphs that hovered in the air for a brief moment before solidifying into a small, glowing device. He quickly placed the trap at the base of a narrow bridge connecting two buildings, the perfect bottleneck for his plan.


    He stepped back, watching as the Minotaur, blind with rage, charged toward him.


    ''Just a little closer,'' Nyx thought, his eyes never leaving the beast.


    As the Minotaur approached the bridge, Nyx triggered the trap.


    BOOM!


    The explosion rocked the entire block, and the bridge collapsed in a cloud of dust and debris, burying the Minotaur under tons of rubble. The beast roared, struggling beneath the weight, but its movements were sluggish now, slowed by the concrete and steel pinning it down.


    Nyx stood at a distance, watching as the Minotaur tried to free itself, its enormous axe thrashing against the rubble.


    ''Not enough to kill it, but enough to buy time,'' Nyx thought, his calm gaze assessing the situation. He could finish it off now, but that wasn''t necessary. The Minotaur was trapped, and that was all that mattered.


    Nyx smirked, slipping away silently into the shadows as the beast''s roars echoed behind him.


    ''Strength, power... everything will come in time,'' he mused, his hand gripping the remaining mana stones tightly.

 Pawn

    Two hours had passed since Nyx had last seen the Minotaur. His thoughts remained cold and focused as he continued to roam the city, cutting down the goblins that crossed his path.


    ''I''ve encountered two new types of monsters while patrolling the streets,'' Nyx noted to himself, his eyes scanning the latest corpses.


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    NAME : KOBOLD


    LEVEL : 4


    STATUS : DECEASED


    DESCRIPTION : UNABLE


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    NAME : DREADWOLF


    LEVEL : 7


    STATUS : DECEASED


    DESCRIPTION : UNABLE


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    As Nyx strode forward, his steps precise and deliberate, a shout echoed nearby.


    "I swear I''ll kill you all!" A man''s voice rang out, filled with fury and desperation. Nyx''s gaze flicked in the direction of the sound. He moved swiftly, yet silently, until he peeked around the corner of a narrow alley.


    A scene unfolded before him: a man, perhaps in his thirties, ragged and beaten, was kneeling on the ground, his head gripped tightly by a towering bald brute. The man''s clothes were torn and filthy, and his face was contorted with rage. Two others stood by¡ªone, a skinny man who was laughing at the poor soul''s predicament, and the other, a figure in a pristine, untouched suit. His hands were casually in his pockets, his expression unreadable, but there was no mistaking the aura of authority he exuded.


    "I''ll murder everyone you know!" the kneeling man spat, glaring at his captors.


    The skinny man turned to the one in the suit. "Boss, what do we do with him?" he asked, grinning.


    The man in the suit glanced at the situation, his voice as calm as if he were ordering lunch. "Throw him to the monsters. It''ll buy us some time to move."


    Without a word, the hulking brute grabbed the man by the collar, tying him up effortlessly as the others turned to leave, paying him no more attention. The victim continued to scream obscenities, vowing vengeance even as the ropes tightened around his limbs.


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    Nyx observed the scene with cold detachment. ''The man in the suit... he''s the one in charge,'' Nyx thought, calculating. His gaze briefly scanned the brute and the skinny man¡ªuseful pawns, but pawns nonetheless. The real threat was their leader.


    But Nyx wasn''t concerned about them at the moment. He had already lost interest in the fleeing trio. His attention was now on the man they left behind¡ªthe one consumed by rage and hatred.


    As monsters began to slowly close in around the helpless man, Nyx remained hidden in the shadows, his expression as impassive as ever. The man, bloodied and beaten, looked around in desperation as the creatures drew nearer.


    "Is this how I die?" the man muttered bitterly. "Without getting my revenge?"


    Before he could voice another thought, a goblin''s head flew past his face, blood splattering across his cheeks. The man blinked in shock. He had expected a monster''s attack, but what he saw was something far more terrifying.


    Standing in the street, amidst the carnage, was Nyx¡ªhis blade dripping with blood, his face expressionless, his movements precise and lethal. He cut through the monsters with surgical efficiency, decapitating one after another without a single wasted motion. The cold, calculating look in Nyx''s eyes made him seem more monstrous than the beasts he was slaying.


    The tied-up man stared in disbelief as the last creature''s body hit the ground, leaving only Nyx standing in the middle of the street.


    "Who... who are you?" the man asked, his voice trembling.


    Nyx didn''t respond immediately. He flashed the blood from his blade, his cold eyes locking onto the man. "Revenge," Nyx said quietly, his tone as emotionless as his expression. "I can give you the power for that."


    The man''s eyes widened as Nyx crouched down beside him. Nyx didn''t need allies¡ªhe needed pawns. And this one, filled with hatred and desperation, could be molded into something useful.


    ''He''ll serve a purpose,'' Nyx thought, his cold smirk barely noticeable as he cut the ropes binding the man''s hands.


    "But first," Nyx said, his voice low and commanding, "you''ll do exactly as I say."


    The man, still trembling but now filled with a glimmer of hope, nodded without hesitation. His desire for vengeance had made him malleable, and Nyx had already begun shaping him into the next pawn in his grand game.

 Diamond in the Rough

    ''A kid,'' Viktor thought, glancing at Nyx. But he quickly pushed that thought aside.


    ''No, I shouldn''t think like that,'' he corrected himself, his mind adjusting to the new reality. ''After all¡­ the world''s not the same anymore.''


    As Nyx helped him to his feet, Viktor couldn''t help but feel a strange sense of relief, despite the young boy''s cold demeanor.


    "Name," Nyx said flatly, his voice commanding, though he hardly looked at Viktor.


    "It''s Viktor," the man replied, his voice strained.


    Nyx already knew. He had been reading Viktor''s status screen.


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    PLAYER: VIKTOR MARSH


    LEVEL: 1


    STATUS: MODERATELY INJURED


    TALENT: SHIFT | TIER: B


    __________________________________


    ''My first time using ''Offsight'' on a human,'' Nyx thought, examining the data. Viktor''s talent was intriguing. Nyx''s mind raced with calculations of how to use this new pawn.


    Viktor''s voice broke through Nyx''s thoughts. "What''s your name?" he asked, unsure of who had just saved his life.


    "Nyx," he responded, his voice calm and distant. He stepped back, appraising Viktor with a cold gaze. "I don''t take in burdens."


    Viktor''s eyes widened at the statement. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees in front of Nyx, his voice filled with determination. "As long as I get my revenge, I''ll follow you."


    Nyx''s eyes narrowed. "Do you seek vengeance by your own hand or through someone else''s?" His voice held an edge of menace, testing Viktor''s resolve.


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    Viktor''s expression darkened. "Mine," he answered, his voice as cold as Nyx''s.


    A faint, approving smirk appeared on Nyx''s face. "Good choice."


    Nyx knew that if Viktor had chosen to rely on someone else''s strength for his revenge, it would''ve exposed his weakness. But this man, broken as he seemed, still possessed the fire of independence¡ªuseful.


    "Stand," Nyx commanded, with a subtle wave of his hand.


    Viktor rose from his knees, standing tall despite the injuries covering his body.


    "Do you know what your talent is?" Nyx asked, his voice testing for ignorance or understanding.


    "Talent?" Viktor repeated, confusion evident on his face.


    ''Interesting,'' Nyx thought, intrigued by Viktor''s lack of knowledge. This world was changing fast, and not everyone was keeping up.


    "Say ''Status,''" Nyx instructed.


    "Status," Viktor echoed. A translucent blue panel appeared before him, surprising him for the second time in as many minutes.


    "What the...?" Viktor muttered, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Can you see this?" he asked, looking at Nyx.


    "No. Only you can," Nyx replied calmly. His suspicion had been confirmed: the status screen was personal to each player, visible only to them.


    "What does your talent say?" Nyx continued, keeping his voice cool but interested in the potential this man might possess.


    Nyx''s skill, Offsight, could reveal the name of someone''s talent but not its full details¡ªyet. He knew more powerful abilities might provide further information, but for now, he was content to listen.


    "It says ''Shift,'' Tier B," Viktor read aloud, still bewildered. "Allows the user to shift from point A to point B."


    "What does that mean?" Viktor asked, genuinely puzzled.


    "We won''t know until we test it," Nyx responded, calm as ever.


    As Viktor processed this, Nyx''s mind worked rapidly. ''Some people don''t even know they have talents,'' he reflected, ''while others may have them and not understand how to use them.'' His cold, calculating gaze lingered on Viktor for a moment longer.


    Nyx knew that Viktor''s Shift ability could be an invaluable asset, depending on its limits. With proper guidance, this pawn could be shaped into a powerful tool.


    For now, however, Nyx remained patient. He had always known that power came not just from one''s own abilities, but from how effectively one could manipulate others to achieve the same ends.


    Viktor, still confused but now armed with knowledge, stared at Nyx with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.


    Nyx''s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile. ''He''ll learn soon enough,'' Nyx thought to himself, as he turned away, his eyes scanning the blood-soaked streets for their next move.

 Organization [ I ]

    It wasn''t difficult for Nyx to support himself and Viktor in the chaos that had become of Earth. Food, water, and basic equipment could all be purchased for the same price: one mana stone each.


    ''Though many of these items are useless,'' Nyx mused as they walked, his eyes scanning the desolate streets. ''Guns and explosives barely scratch the monsters. It''s as if they''re protected by some invisible shield. But they still affect the environment.''


    The thought lingered in his mind. ''So what''s the requirement for effective equipment?'' He pondered, recalling how he had killed goblins with nothing but a broken metal chair leg.


    The human-made weapons, even guns, had been useless, and Nyx had decided not to risk testing body armor. If firearms couldn''t penetrate the monsters, who''s to say protective gear wouldn''t be equally futile?


    But now, he had something new¡ªsomeone to test on.


    His gaze drifted to Viktor, walking a few paces behind him, visibly weary but determined. ''A perfect test subject,'' Nyx thought, his calculating eyes narrowing. There was still much to learn about how this new world worked, and Viktor''s talent, Shift, might hold some answers.


    It seemed there were special requirements to kill these monsters. But what exactly?


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    A few moments later...


    Ting! Clang!


    The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the blood-soaked streets. Viktor was locked in combat, using a dagger to fend off a kobold wielding a rusty knife.


    ''The monsters aren''t difficult to defeat because of their intellect,'' Nyx thought, watching with mild interest. ''They make perfect training partners for Viktor.''


    Viktor moved swiftly, shifting his position with each swing of the kobold''s knife, but the strain was clear. A moment later, the kobold lay dead on the pavement, and Viktor collapsed, panting heavily, his face smeared with dirt and sweat.


    Nyx stood over him, expressionless. ''He can shift through most things¡ªbuildings, monsters, even just to move¡ªbut it drains his stamina quickly,'' Nyx analyzed. Viktor''s talent was useful but limited by his endurance.


    As Viktor struggled to catch his breath, Nyx glanced down at his own clothes, now stained with blood and grime. "We need to do something about our appearance," Nyx said quietly, almost to himself.


    Viktor, still breathless but catching on, replied calmly. "How about forming an organization?"


    Nyx''s eyebrow lifted slightly, intrigued by Viktor''s sudden suggestion. The rage that had fueled Viktor''s desire for vengeance seemed to have dulled, his emotions now buried beneath a cold practicality.


    "It''s not a bad idea to bring people together," Nyx responded, his voice as emotionless as ever. "But that''s just charity."


    Viktor shook his head, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "Who says we''re helping them?"


    Nyx''s cold gaze flickered with a hint of approval. ''Maybe he''ll prove more useful than I thought,'' he mused.

 Organization [ II ]

    POV CHANGE TO SOMEONE NAMED LUCAS IN A CROWD


    ''Idiots,'' Lucas thought, shaking his head in disbelief as he glanced around the crowded emergency shelter. ''They''re all just idiots.'' His inner voice was filled with disdain for the panicked mass of people.


    ''My name''s Lucas, and before all this, I was just a janitor. Honestly, I don''t hate what''s happening now.'' He smirked, finding a strange sense of calm amidst the chaos.


    The voices in the crowd were a chaotic blend of fear, denial, and hope.


    "What are we going to do?" one person asked, their voice trembling.


    "The military will come soon," someone else reassured.


    "My taxes are wasted on those bastards," a frustrated voice grumbled.


    "Mommy!" a little girl cried out, her voice piercing through the cacophony.


    The desperation was palpable. Everyone clung to the faint hope of rescue, but Lucas knew better. He eyed the cracked walls and flimsy metal gate that separated them from the horrors outside.


    ''This emergency center won''t hold much longer,'' he thought, his eyes narrowing. ''We''re basically sitting ducks here.''


    Suddenly, the loud bang of something heavy slamming against the gate echoed through the room.


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    Bang! Bang!


    The gate shuddered violently under the impact, bending inward with each hit.


    "What''s going on?!" someone in the crowd screamed.


    "What do we do if they get in?!" another voice shouted in panic.


    ''Shit,'' Lucas cursed to himself, his eyes darting toward the gate. The crowd was growing more frantic, their fear bubbling over into chaos.


    But then... silence.


    The relentless pounding stopped. The air was thick with tension, every breath feeling heavier as the crowd collectively held theirs.


    ''Why did it stop?'' Lucas wondered, his heart racing. ''Why is everything so quiet all of a sudden?''


    His instincts screamed at him to move, to get as far away from the gate as possible. He mumbled under his breath, "This isn''t good. I need to get to the back of the crowd."


    Lucas began to push his way through, inching toward safety when¡ª


    BOOM!


    The gate collapsed with a deafening crash, sending a plume of dust and debris into the air. People screamed, but then... silence again. Time seemed to slow as everyone stared into the thick cloud of dust, trying to make out what had caused the gate to fall.


    A voice, cold and emotionless, cut through the silence like a knife. "Alright, let''s get this over with."


    Out of the dust, a figure emerged. Clad in jet-black attire, untouched by the blood and dirt of the outside world, the figure''s most striking feature was the mask. It glowed with an eerie, fiery light, as if it were ablaze with rage. The mask resembled a fearsome demon from eastern folklore¡ªits sharp canines protruding from the snarling face, giving off an aura of terrifying anger.


    It was Viktor.


    This mask, this image of fury, was Viktor''s creation, a gift from Nyx¡ªa symbol of the vengeance burning in his heart. The people in the shelter, however, only saw a man who looked like a demon, a harbinger of death that had stepped out of the dust to claim their lives.


    Though Lucas didn''t know his name, the sight of the masked man sent shivers down his spine. Viktor''s appearance was haunting, his mask reflecting the vengeance he carried within. The crowd, frozen in shock, had no idea that this demon-like figure was here for something far worse than the monsters they feared.

 Arrival

    The crowd murmured in confusion as Viktor stepped through the collapsed gate, his figure imposing, wrapped in jet black clothing.


    His mask¡ªa demonic visage with blazing red flames flickering across it¡ªmade him look like a demon straight out of nightmares. He radiated silent, controlled rage, the mask reflecting the vengeance burning within him.


    Lucas, near the back of the crowd, watched with widening eyes. ''Who is this guy?'' he thought. ''And what''s he doing here?''


    The shelter had been noisy moments before, filled with panicked voices and aimless chatter. But now, Viktor''s presence suffocated all sound. His voice was calm, yet it sliced through the silence like a knife.


    "Everyone¡­ get in line."


    A ripple of unease went through the crowd. Some people took a hesitant step back. Others exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do. But three men stood apart from the rest, their expressions defiant. They had been loud earlier, demanding answers, and now they were the first to resist Viktor''s command.


    The first man, tall and muscular with a sneer etched on his face, stepped forward. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he barked, standing inches away from Viktor, trying to intimidate him with his size. "You think you can walk in here and boss us around?"


    Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.Viktor''s head turned slightly, his gaze cold and emotionless behind the mask. He didn''t reply. Instead, he moved.


    In a blur of motion, too fast for anyone to react, Viktor''s hand shot out, grabbing the man by the throat. The sneer disappeared from his face, replaced by pure shock as he was lifted off the ground with ease. His legs kicked helplessly in the air as Viktor''s grip tightened.


    "I gave an order," Viktor said in a low, deadly tone, his grip unyielding.


    With a sharp twist, Viktor snapped the man''s neck. The crowd gasped in horror as the body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.


    The second man, his face pale with fear but determined to show he wouldn''t be cowed, pulled a knife from his belt. He lunged at Viktor, a desperate attempt to assert control over the situation. But Viktor was faster. He sidestepped the attack with minimal effort, grabbed the man''s arm, and twisted. A sickening crack echoed through the shelter as the man''s arm broke, the knife clattering to the ground.


    Before the man could even scream, Viktor plunged his own knife into the man''s heart, his movements swift and precise. Blood soaked the floor as the second body fell.


    The third man, who had been standing behind the other two, froze. His earlier bravado evaporated as he stared at his fallen comrades. He opened his mouth to speak, but fear strangled his words.


    Viktor turned to him slowly, the fiery mask glowing in the dim light. "Still think you''re in charge?"


    The third man stumbled backward, but Viktor was already on him. Without hesitation, he thrust his knife into the man''s throat. Blood sprayed across the floor, and the man collapsed in a heap, gargling his last breath.


    The shelter fell into a stunned silence. No one dared move. No one dared speak.

 Filter

    Lucas, who had been inching toward the back of the room, was frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest. ''He just¡­ killed them. Like they were nothing.'' He swallowed hard, eyes darting toward the 3 corpses.


    Lucas didn''t dislike this scene, this instead awoken something in him


    Viktor turned back to the crowd, his voice once again calm, yet carrying the weight of death. "Anyone else?"


    Not a single person moved. Not a single voice rose in defiance.


    Just then, the door opened once more, and Nyx walked with a mask as plain as anything, completely normal and devoid of all emotion, through the eyes of the mask, seemed as if one was staring into the void or darkness. It was Nyx unreadable as always.


    His gaze swept across the room, taking in the dead bodies and the fearful crowd. He showed no reaction, no sign of approval or disapproval. This was all part of the plan.


    For what Nyx was looking at...were the status''s of the people


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    NAME : FRED BOTCHE


    LEVEL : 1


    STATUS : FEAR, SLIGHTLY HEALTHY


    TALENT : LEAP [ F ]


    ______________________________


    NAME : HANNA CRICKET


    LEVEL : 1


    STATUS : FEAR, HEALTHY


    TALENT : SWERVE [ F ]


    ______________________________


    NAME : DEW MILT


    LEVEL : 1


    STATUS : FEAR, SLIGHTLY HEALTHY


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    TALENT : ENABLE [ E ]


    ______________________________


    NAME : LOUIS FEUD


    LEVEL : 1


    STATUS : FEAR, HEALTHY


    TALENT : DECISION [ F ]


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    Nyx stepped forward, his cold, calculating eyes sweeping over the terrified crowd. A low growl echoed from outside the shelter¡ªmonsters were closing in. He could hear their heavy steps, the scraping of claws against the ground, and the unsettling rumble of their growls growing closer.


    Viktor flexed his hand, the desire for more bloodshed barely contained. "Shall we begin?" he asked, his voice a cold whisper.


    Nyx nodded without emotion, his gaze shifting to the approaching threat outside. "Let them come."


    The monsters charged toward the shelter, their forms breaking through the smoky night. A scream pierced the air.


    "Help us!" a woman in the crowd cried out, clutching a child to her chest. "At least save my child!"


    "We''re all going to die!" a man shouted, his voice cracking with despair as he backed away, his eyes wide with panic. Some people dropped to the ground, curling up in a ball, paralyzed by fear.


    Nyx''s gaze remained cold as he surveyed the chaos. "I''m only here for useful people," he said, his voice cutting through the frantic noise like a blade.


    "Carry me along!" someone yelled in desperation.


    "I''m a lawyer!" another voice shouted, as if offering some meager hope of value.


    "I''m a nurse!" a woman cried out, hoping to make herself seem indispensable.


    The crowd''s pleas filled the air until Viktor spoke, his voice calm but firm. "Silence."


    The weight of his words, combined with the memory of the three arrogant men lying dead on the floor, silenced the crowd in an instant.


    Nyx''s eyes glinted coldly. "We''ll see who''s useful soon enough."


    He surveyed the group, calculating each potential asset. ''Talent is just a tool,'' he thought. ''If you can''t survive, then you''re worthless to me.''


    He watched as fear gripped the crowd. His mind worked swiftly, devising a way to filter the weak from the strong. ''I need to strain out the useless,'' Nyx thought, his lips curling ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.


    The monsters were getting closer, their snarls now audible over the panicked breathing of the crowd. With all the noise and disruption, it was only natural that more creatures would be drawn in by the chaos. They were coming, and Nyx knew it was only a matter of time before the real test began.


    Turning around, Nyx waved Viktor to follow him. "Let''s go," he said, his voice steady, unfazed by the oncoming horde.


    "Yes, Lord," Viktor responded, loyalty unshaken as he followed Nyx''s lead.


    They walked away from the group, distancing themselves but not too far. Nyx wanted to watch. To see who would crumble, and who might stand a chance. This was the true test. The monsters, the fear, the desperation¡ªall of it would reveal the survivors and the fodder.


    From a distance, Nyx and Viktor stood silently, watching the crowd that remained behind, awaiting the inevitable.

 Joy [ I ]

    As the monsters charged toward the panicking crowd, chaos erupted.


    "What are we gonna do now!" a man screamed, pulling at his hair, his voice filled with desperation.


    "Shit," Lucas muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. ''Idiots, just standing there... you might as well be bait,'' he thought coldly.


    Suddenly, a middle-aged man in his forties broke from the crowd, shouting as he stumbled away. "You idiots stay there! I''m not dying for you!" His voice quivered with fear, and he ran, leaving the others to fend for themselves.


    ''Smart,'' Lucas mused, ''But there are monsters everywhere. Running won''t save you for long. Fighting might.''


    His eyes caught a glimpse of something useful¡ªa wooden broom lying discarded on the ground. Without hesitation, Lucas seized it, breaking it under his foot to fashion a crude spear. The makeshift weapon looked both reliable and untrustworthy, the jagged edge giving it a savage appearance.


    "This''ll have to do," Lucas muttered.


    Suddenly, the crowd erupted into screams as the monsters broke through, their claws and teeth tearing into the helpless masses. Chaos reigned, and Lucas, crouching low, made his move. ''Now, while they''re distracted,'' he thought, slipping through the confusion.


    Three goblins stood between Lucas and the exit, their attention focused on the crowd. Lucas saw his chance. He drove his spear through the neck of the closest goblin, the sharp end puncturing flesh and bone. The goblin dropped without a sound. Lucas quickly turned to the next, a goblin perched atop a woman, ready to tear into her. He thrust the spear again, this time straight into the creature''s throat. Blood dripped from the spear tip onto the terrified woman''s face, her eyes wide with fear.


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    But before Lucas could take a breath, a low growl came from behind him. He whirled around just in time to see a goblin raising a heavy club, swinging it down toward his head. Lucas barely dodged the blow, the club grazing his arm, slicing through his skin despite its blunt appearance. The club slammed into the woman below, and her final breath left her body.


    "Damn it," Lucas cursed, realizing his spear had broken from the force of the strike. Half of the weapon had flown across the battlefield, leaving him with a jagged wooden shaft. He gripped it tightly, heart pounding, sweat dripping down his face. "Shit," he grunted, glaring at the goblin still standing.


    In one desperate move, Lucas drove the broken shaft into the goblin''s abdomen. But it wasn''t enough. The goblin grunted, standing firm, and raised its club once more.


    "That''s just cheating," Lucas muttered, cold sweat rolling down his face. He forced a bitter smile as the goblin prepared to end him. "In the next life, I want a cheat too."


    He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.


    But the strike never came.


    A sudden gust of wind rushed past him, and Lucas opened his eyes slowly. The head of the goblin lay at his feet, severed cleanly. He blinked in disbelief, looking up to find a figure standing before him.


    "To smile in the face of death... intriguing," a cold, emotionless voice said.


    It was Nyx, standing tall in his dark attire, his mask of emptiness concealing any trace of humanity. He looked down at Lucas, his expression hidden but his presence imposing.


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    NAME: LUCAS VYSKAL


    LEVEL: 1


    STATUS: TIRED, SLIGHTLY INJURED


    TALENT: SHARPEN | TIER [ C ]


    ___________________________________


    Lucas stared at him, still panting, blood on his hands and a trembling in his legs. "Who the hell are you?"

 Joy [ II ]

    Lucas stood there, panting heavily, blood still coating his hands, his legs trembling with fatigue. "Who the hell are you?" he finally asked, his voice shaky.


    Nyx didn''t bother with a long explanation. "Talk later." His tone was calm, almost indifferent. He turned, walking away from the chaos. "For now, let''s go."


    Lucas hesitated, glancing back at the screams and panic. "What about everyone else?" he asked, unsure.


    Nyx''s response was ice-cold. "What do you want to do about them?"


    Stunned by the harshness in Nyx''s words, Lucas stammered, "No¡­ nothing." He swallowed the knot in his throat and followed.


    A short while later, the two were far from the crowd, the sounds of destruction fading behind them. Lucas kept a cautious distance, his mind racing. ''He doesn''t care about anyone. How can I be sure I''m not walking into my own grave with this guy?''


    He looked at Nyx''s back, his expression tense. ''Screw it. I''d be dead if it weren''t for him. If I''m going to die, it''s better to die later than now.'' He puffed his chest, trying to feel more confident.


    Nyx, without turning, spoke in a low voice. "Wise choice."


    Lucas froze. ''Wait¡­ what? Can he read my mind?'' A cold sweat ran down his back. ''This is like someone seeing my search history¡­''


    They continued in silence until they met up with Viktor. Nyx, still wearing his mask of emptiness, turned to Lucas. "What do you think, Lucas?"


    "Think of what? Wait¡­ how do you know my name!?" Lucas responded, eyes wide.


    Nyx''s tone was flat. "Think about what happened at the shelter."


    Lucas swallowed hard. ''If he can read my mind, he must already know what I''m thinking. There''s got to be limits, but what are they?'' He thought for a moment, then decided, ''I should probably just tell the truth, in case he figures it out.''


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    He smirked slightly, despite the tension. "I thought it was fun."


    Nyx paused, his cold eyes staring through his mask. "Fun¡­ huh..." He seemed to be reminded of something¡ªhis own enjoyment of the chaos in this ruined world. "Join me, Lucas."


    Lucas scratched the back of his head, closing his eyes. "Well, you saved my life, so I don''t really have a choice, do I?"


    Nyx''s voice cut in, sharp. "Not because I saved you. Join me for the fun of it. Your whole self."


    Lucas opened his eyes, shocked. "Well¡­ now I can''t refuse, can I?" He looked at Nyx, then the sky, the scarlet sun setting in the distance. ''Life as a janitor is over. I wonder what kind of fun is waiting for me now.'' He couldn''t help but smile at the thought.


    "I greet you, Master." Lucas said with a playful bow.


    Before Nyx could respond, Viktor cut in. "Not Master. Lord!" His tone was stern, irritated by Lucas''s casualness.


    Lucas turned to Viktor, squinting as if trying to peer through the demon mask. "And what''s your name?"


    "It''s Viktor," Viktor responded flatly.


    "And what should I call the Lord?" Lucas asked with a teasing grin.


    Nyx, tired of the theatrics, slowly removed his mask, revealing his face. "It''s Nyx," he said calmly.


    Lucas blinked in surprise. "Oh¡­ you''re young!" He rubbed his chin, impressed. "So should I call you Young Lord Nyx?"


    Before Nyx could respond, Viktor barked, "It''s Lord! Just Lord!" His irritation grew.


    Nyx waved a hand dismissively. "It''s okay, Viktor."


    Viktor nodded, briefly humbled, but still visibly annoyed.


    As the trio began walking away into the distance, Lucas, ever the joker, glanced at Viktor. "By the way, how do you look under the mask, Viky?" He smirked, clearly teasing.


    Viktor scowled. "It''s Viktor."


    Quick as lightning, Lucas snatched Viktor''s mask off his face.


    "What the¡ª!" Viktor growled, but before he could react, Lucas burst out laughing.


    "You''re an old man!" Lucas howled, unable to contain himself.


    Viktor, his face stern and weathered, crossed his arms and smirked back. "Look who''s talking." He scoffed, clearly unimpressed by Lucas''s teasing.


    "Hey, I''m only 27," Lucas shot back with mock indignation, grinning.


    And as the banter continued, the trio¡ªNyx, Viktor, and Lucas¡ªwalked further into the fading light, the chaos of the world behind them, yet somehow waiting for them just ahead.

 Combine

    Two Days Later


    Slash!


    Monster heads flew through the air, severed cleanly, hitting the ground with dull thuds. The stench of blood filled the air, mixing with the musty scent of decay.


    Nyx moved like a shadow, his blade a blur as he carved through the horde of creatures with surgical precision. Not far behind, Viktor and Lucas fought their own battles, cutting down the relentless waves of monsters swarming toward them.


    The ground was littered with the remains of numerous goblins, kobolds and Dread Wolves all over the ruins of the city.


    Nyx glanced over at his companions¡ªViktor, calm and focused, cutting through enemies with brutal efficiency, and Lucas, wielding a spear generated by Nyx with surprising finesse, eyes sharp despite the chaos around him.


    Their synergy had grown in these two days, and the results were apparent.


    Suddenly, a faint chime echoed in Nyx''s mind.


    [Ding!]


    [LEVEL 20 ACHIEVED]


    [AWAKENING TALENT-RELATED SKILL: ''COMBINE'']


    Nyx paused for a moment, taking in the new notification. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he examined the details of the new skill.


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    "Interesting," Nyx muttered, his voice low as he considered the implications of this new skill. "At Level 20, I awaken a skill tied to my talent... This must be how others can acquire more abilities over time."


    He glanced toward the battlefield, briefly observing Viktor and Lucas as they fought. Unlike him, normal people couldn''t simply generate new skills or equipment like he could.


    For them, combat experience and leveling up seemed to be the only way forward.


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    [ COMBINE ] [ TIER - SS ]


    Allows the user to Combine Attained Skills and Equipment from Tier F to Current Grade of Skill.


    Success Rate by Tier:


    If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.F TIER - 91 % SUCCESS


    E TIER - 84 % SUCCESS


    D TIER - 75 % SUCCESS


    C TIER - 66 % SUCCESS


    B TIER - 50 % SUCCESS


    A TIER - 38 % SUCCESS


    S TIER - 22 % SUCCESS


    SS TIER - 10 % SUCCESS


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    ''Status,'' he called mentally.


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    [ STATUS SCREEN ]


    PLAYER : NYX VALMEISTER


    LEVEL : 20 [ 13 / 200,000 ]


    TALENT : GENERATE [ Z ]


    SKILLS :


    COMMAND [ SS ] | PROFICIENCY : 8.51% / 100%


    HASTE [ F ] | PROFICIENCY : 81% / 100%


    OFFSIGHT [ E ] | PROFICIENCY : 72% / 100%


    WEAKNESS SENSING [ E ] | PROFICIENCY : 94% / 100%


    COMBINE [ SS ] | PROFICIENCY : 0% / 100%


    TITLES : GOBLIN KILLER [ ACHIEVED ]


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    "I''ll try combining ''Weakness Sensing'' and ''Offsight''," Nyx mused to himself.


    But first, he wanted to push Weakness Sensing to D grade


    A few moments later, another notification appeared.


    [Ding!]


    [WEAKNESS SENSING (E) -> VITAL POINT (D)]


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    "Good. Now let''s combine them," Nyx muttered. He knew it wasn''t without risk. The success rate hovered between 75% and 84%¡ªmeaning there was still a sizable chance it could fail. But Nyx was calm, calculating.


    This was another experiment, a step toward mastery.


    The air around Nyx shimmered, the system''s energy flaring as he initiated the fusion.


    A gust of wind whipped through the area, but Nyx stood firm, unfazed.


    As the light dimmed, a new notification appeared before him.


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    [VITAL POINT (D) + OFFSIGHT (E) -> VITAL SIGHT (C-)]


    [ VITAL SIGHT ] [ TIER C- ]


    Allows the user to analyze objects, detect vital points, and view creatures'' body structures.


    + 11% chance to aid in critical decisions involving vital actions.


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    "A secondary effect," Nyx murmured, intrigued by the additional feature. "It seems that merging skills can sometimes unlock hidden bonuses."


    He glanced at his Command and Combine skills, noticing they lacked similar secondary effects. "It''s rare, but valuable," he thought. The possibilities Combine offered were immense.


    With a small grin tugging at his lips, Nyx decided it was time to use the mana stones he''d been saving up. "I think it''s time to put all this hard-earned Mana Stones to work."

 Chained

    With a small grin tugging at his lips, Nyx decided it was time to gather the 2,000 mana stones Viktor had brought over in bags. They had been farming tirelessly for days, cutting down hordes of monsters to amass the treasure trove, and now, it was finally time to put them to use.


    Nyx felt the weight of the stones in his hands as he retrieved the bags from Viktor, each one shimmering faintly with stored energy. It was a tangible testament to their effort, but more importantly, a key to further power. Nyx could almost feel the surge of potential radiating from the stones, his mind already calculating the possibilities.


    "I think it''s time to move to the next area," Nyx said calmly, addressing both Viktor and Lucas.


    Their progress had been swift, systematically farming one zone after another, but there was a growing scarcity of monsters in the region. Nyx had already wrung everything he could from their current location.


    "Time''s almost up," he added, his gaze drifting toward the sky.


    Both Viktor and Lucas followed his eyes, looking up at the massive translucent screen hanging in the scarlet heavens. The countdown blinked ominously:


    [ DAYS UNTIL DISCHARGE - 5 DAYS LEFT ]


    A short while later, after finding a quiet spot, Nyx activated his system to harness the power of the mana stones.


    [ HOST HAS GENERATED SKILL TIER : C | SOUL PACT ]


    [ HOST HAS GENERATED SKILL TIER : C | LIFE CONTRACT ]


    Nyx quickly inspected the new skills, his eyes narrowing with interest.


    [ SOUL PACT ] [ TIER : C ]Allows the User to create a contract linked to the party''s soul.


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    [ LIFE CONTRACT ] [ TIER : C ]


    Allows User to create a contract for Party B on specific terms


    "Soul Pact even has a secondary effect," Nyx whispered, intrigued by the possibilities these skills opened up. It was tempting to explore each in-depth, but he had a different idea in mind. He took a deep breath, eyes gleaming with resolve.


    "Combine," Nyx commanded, his voice cutting through the stillness of the dawn.


    "Soul Pact and Life Contract," he followed up immediately.


    A brilliant light engulfed the area, glowing intensely as the system went to work, fusing the two skills together. The air buzzed with raw energy, making the hairs on Lucas and Viktor''s necks stand on end.


    The light dimmed, and a notification appeared before Nyx.


    [ SOUL PACT (C) + LIFE CONTRACT (C) ]


    [ COMBINATION RATE: 66% ]


    "It''s a huge risk," Nyx muttered to himself, acknowledging the gamble. "But high risk, high reward."


    Even if the fusion failed, Nyx had the advantage of his unique talent¡ªhe could always generate more skills if needed. The loss of two C-tier abilities didn''t weigh heavily on him.


    [ SUCCESS ]


    The notification flashed before him, confirming the result.


    [ CHAINED DEBT ] [ TIER: B ]


    Allows the User to chain the contractee''s life and soul.


    + Contractee can be lent attributes from the User ranging between 2% - 8%.


    "Fantastic, and I have two perfect test subjects," Nyx said with a sly grin, his gaze shifting toward Viktor and Lucas.


    Lucas immediately tensed, creeping closer to Viktor. "Why do I feel like something bad''s about to happen?" he muttered under his breath.


    "I know exactly what you mean," Viktor responded, his tone wary.


    Moments later, a surge of energy coursed through both of them.


    "Whoa! This power... it''s incredible!" Lucas exclaimed, his entire body glowing with a faint purple aura.


    "I feel twice¡ªno, almost three times stronger than before," Viktor added, his own aura blazing brightly in the same violet hue.


    Nyx watched them both with a calm detachment. Chained Debt had taken hold. He had lent them 8% of his strength, enough to significantly enhance their abilities.


    ''I''ve linked their lives to mine with Chained Debt,'' Nyx thought. ''With this, I''ve effectively erased a bit of chance of them betraying me.''


    Nyx had only erased a bit of thought of Lucas and Viktor ever betraying him however Nyx did not erase all reasons for he knew that there is none to trust in the old and new world.

 Hunted [ I ]

    Nyx, Lucas, and Viktor sat around a flickering fire late into the night, the glow casting long shadows against the backdrop of debris and the ruins of broken buildings. The air was thick with tension, the remnants of their recent battles lingering in the silence.


    From behind an overturned bus, a faint chuckle broke through the stillness.


    "Hehehe... he," a small, hunched figure whispered, barely visible in the dim light. With a freckled grin plastered across his face, the gremlin-like man rubbed his hands together in delight, although it was a delight he had yet to fully experience.


    "Three more idiots," he muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He paused for a moment, pondering the masked figures before him. "They''re all wearing masks, though... I don''t think the boss would like that," he added, his voice trailing off as a plan began to form in his mind. "As long as there''s a woman, the boss will reward me even more."


    The little freckled man had no original strategy of his own; he relied on the tactics his boss had imparted to him. "I''ll use the plan the boss said," he declared with a hint of excitement.


    Suddenly, he let out a loud, exaggerated scream. "Ahhhh!!" But the night swallowed his cries, leaving only silence in their wake.


    ''They must not have heard me,'' he thought, frustration creeping in. "Help!!" he shouted again, but once more, silence answered.


    "Are those idiots deaf?" he grumbled, irritation bubbling within him.


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    Just then, a voice broke through the quiet. "Who''s there?" It was Viktor, his tone sharp and alert.


    The little man felt a rush of hope. Nice, I snagged one of them at least, he thought, lying partially pinned beneath rubble. "I''m stuck!" he called out, attempting to sound pitiful.


    Viktor approached with a judgmental gaze, silently questioning the little man''s intelligence.


    A short while later, the small figure found himself near the fire, joining the trio. The atmosphere remained tense, punctuated only by the crackling of the flames. Lucas, hidden behind his mask, stifled a snicker.


    Lucas wore the Mask of Great Desire, its radiant yellow surface adorned with a wide, false smile that seemed to mask a more sinister intention beneath. It exuded a deceptive cheerfulness, as if everything were fine, though anyone with a keen eye would sense the malevolence lurking just beneath.


    Viktor''s Mask of Bloodshot retained its ominous look, but its function had evolved.


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    [ MASK OF BLOODSHOT ] [ D ]


    Allows the user to hide their information from 10 levels above and below,


    + Steals 1% of killed attributes for a limited time


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    Nyx''s Mask of Hollow Void had its own unique properties.


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    [ MASK OF HOLLOW VOID ] [ D+ ]


    Allows the User to hide their information from 15 levels above and below.


    + Each Level higher than the user gives the User 2% more total attributes.


    + Attribute Increase by 5%


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    [ MASK OF GREAT DESIRE ] [ D ]


    Allows the user to hide their information from 10 levels above and below.


    + Attribute Increase by 5%


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 Hunted [ II ]

    The silence hung heavy around the crackling fire, its warmth doing little to cut through the stale air. The wind seemed to have vanished entirely, leaving only the faint sounds of shifting embers. The hunched figure finally broke the quiet.


    "The name''s Creek," he said, his voice grating but eager. "Thanks for rescuing. And what should I call my saviors?"


    Lucas leapt up, all too eager to introduce them. "This is my best friend, ''Ira,'' " he said, pointing at Viktor with exaggerated cheer. Then he gestured to himself with a grin. "You can call me ''Gaud,'' and he''s our Boss." He nodded toward Nyx, who observed Creek from behind his mask, silent and unreadable.


    Lucas recalled the names Nyx had chosen for their mission, a precaution to keep their identities under wraps.


    What a strange group... probably a little shocked from the disasters, Creek thought, sizing them up. Probably just kids. The one in the plain mask must not be true of being the leader. His eyes lingered on the sinister, red-masked one, who sounded older, ''He''s probably the true leader'' and he felt a greedy thrill at the prospect of these "helpless" newcomers.


    The quick flick of his tongue across his lips didn''t go unnoticed, though. Nyx''s gaze fixed on him from behind his mask, observing every twitch with an unspoken intensity, though he kept his expression concealed, his demeanor neutral.


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    "How did you get stuck here?" Lucas asked, feigning curiosity.


    Creek''s eyes gleamed. ''Perfect, just the question I was hoping for.''


    "I was out gathering resources with my team and got separated," Creek replied with an exaggerated sigh, letting his voice waver slightly.


    Lucas leaned forward, playing along with exaggerated surprise. "Oh, a team?" He exchanged a look with Viktor. "Are there more of you?"


    Yes, just the reaction I wanted, Creek thought, unable to suppress his grin. Boss was right; people are desperate to flock together in a crisis.


    "Yeah, there''s a whole group of us," Creek said, feigning enthusiasm. "If you''d like, I can take you to them. Just follow me; I know the way."


    "Great news! Lead the way, Creek!" Lucas chirped, sounding almost too excited.


    They fell into step behind Creek, making their way along a street littered with scorched concrete and the rubble of fallen buildings. Creek led confidently, his back to them, oblivious to the wary glances exchanged by the group behind him.


    Hehe... fools, all of them, Creek thought, his mind already buzzing with visions of reward. So gullible.


    Behind him, Nyx kept his silence, observing every subtle movement of their so-called guide. In the dim light, Lucas and Viktor traded looks of exasperation.


    This guy couldn''t be more obvious, Lucas thought, inwardly amused.


    How could anyone be this clueless? Viktor mused, scratching his head.


    Still, they followed, each step bringing them closer to Creek''s promised "team"¡ªand whatever ambush awaited them.

 Fearful Descent

    Following Creek''s lead, Nyx, Viktor, and Lucas arrived at the entrance of a large, decrepit mall. The windows were boarded up with rough wooden planks, and the air was thick with the scent of rot and abandonment.


    The boss should be here soon, Creek thought, a sly grin spreading across his face. Suddenly, the sound of slow, deliberate clapping echoed from within the mall''s dark entrance, growing louder as a shadowy figure stepped into view. As he emerged, the figure revealed himself to be a muscular man with thick tattoos snaking from under his tank top. A metal crowbar swung lazily from one hand while he held a cigarette to his mouth with the other.


    Nyx, Viktor, and Lucas quickly noticed they were now encircled by men armed with bats and metal rods.


    "Boss! Boss!" Creek rushed over, practically panting with excitement. "These kids were way too easy to fool!" he boasted.


    "Kids?" The tattooed man''s voice was laced with irritation. His eyes narrowed as if he couldn''t believe what he''d just heard.


    "Yeah, yeah¡­ I did exactly what you said!" Creek stammered, trying to salvage the situation.


    "How many times have I told you," the man growled, exasperation dripping from his words. "I said men or women. What am I supposed to do with kids who''ll just piss themselves?"


    Realizing his mistake, Creek scrambled to recover. "The one in the red mask''s definitely a man, and I think the one in the plain mask might be a woman!"


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    "A woman, huh?" The tattooed man''s expression turned intrigued. "Hey, you, in the plain mask," he barked, "take it off."


    Silence fell over the group.


    Lucas stood still, watching the situation unfold with calm curiosity, thinking, Is this all part of Boss''s plan?


    Seeing no reaction, the tattooed man scoffed, stepping forward. "Fine, I guess I''ll just take it off my¡ª"


    Before he could finish, a blade pressed against his throat. Viktor had used his skill, Shift, to instantaneously close the gap, his knife held steady.


    "I''ll make this easy for you," Nyx spoke, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge of authority.


    Instantly, the atmosphere grew dense and stifling. Every thug surrounding them dropped to their knees, their bodies betraying them as a wave of terror washed over them.


    "Wh-What''s happening?!" one man shouted, his voice trembling.


    "M-My body... it won''t move!" another stammered, panic flooding his voice.


    Only Nyx, Viktor, Lucas, and the tattooed leader remained unaffected by the intense, palpable dread. The leader''s face turned pale, beads of cold sweat forming and trickling down his brow as he watched his men, helpless and trembling at Nyx''s unseen command.


    Interesting... so I can focus this effect selectively, Nyx thought, assessing his new power.


    The tattooed man swallowed hard, his eyes darting from his fallen men back to Nyx. Who is this guy? he thought, barely containing his horror.


    Nyx took a step forward, his gaze unwavering, his voice frigid. "I''ll give you a choice: submit¡­ or die."


    The tattooed man felt a chill as Nyx''s words hung in the air, a dark promise looming over him.


    [ Fearful Descent ] [ TIER: D ]


    Effect: Inflicts the status condition ''Fear'' on opponents, with severity depending on the opponent''s level.

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    POV OF TATTOOED MAN


    As the tattooed man stood immobilized, a barrage of notifications appeared in his vision, their stark words adding to the dread closing in on him.


    A sharp, cold sensation ran through him as the notifications flooded his vision:


    [ YOU HAVE BEEN INFLICTED BY A NEGATIVE EFFECT SKILL ]


    [ YOU HAVE NO RESISTANCE ]


    [ FEAR HAS BEEN INFLICTED UPON YOU ]


    [ ATTRIBUTES DECREASE BY 60% ]


    Damn it! Ryan''s mind screamed. What the hell am I supposed to do? His confidence was rapidly crumbling as the feeling of helplessness seized him. Every instinct he had told him to run, but his legs were rooted, paralyzed by the invisible weight of the fear pressing down on him.


    He glanced around at his men, who had already dropped to the ground, some shaking uncontrollably, others barely conscious. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of helplessness. I can''t let it end like this, he thought, teeth grinding. I''ll have to use that.


    But before he could make a move, the figure in the plain mask¡ªNyx, their leader, if the kid''s talk was true¡ªspoke in a voice that sliced through the oppressive silence.


    "Do it."


    The tattooed man swallowed, eyes wide with terror. "I-I don''t know what you''re talking about," he stammered, trying to sound composed, but the sweat trickling down his neck betrayed him.


    "Your Dark Bargain," Nyx said, his tone unbothered, as if he already had every one of the Tattooed figures secrets laid out in front of him.


    The tattooed man''s eyes went wide. "How do you... how do you know about my talent?" he whispered, a fresh wave of horror filling him as he took in Nyx''s unflinching stare.


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    A strange light danced across Nyx''s mask as Lucas laughed softly behind him, saying, "The weak are unknowing, and the strong are fed." His voice had a certain taunt, but he was a little less affected by the weight of the air than Ryan''s men, for even if not directly targeted, beads of sweat formed under his mask.


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    [ VITAL SIGHT ] [ C- ] IS BEING USED


    _____________________________________


    PLAYER : RYAN


    LEVEL : 4


    STATUS : FEARED / SHOCKED / SLIGHTLY INJURED / NERVOUS


    TALENT : DARK BARGAIN - Sacrifice the contracted''s life force to improve attributes greatly


    SKILLS : NONE


    _______________________________________


    Nyx''s unyielding gaze seemed to pierce through him. He wasn''t just looking at him; he was looking through him, peeling away his defenses layer by layer.


    A sickening feeling twisted in Ryan''s stomach as he realized the depth of Nyx''s power. What is he? he wondered, feeling a mounting sense of doom. How much does he already know about me?


    The oppressive atmosphere wasn''t directly affecting Lucas, but he could feel its weight pushing against him like a dark tide. ''Boss is as intense as ever'', he thought, his pulse quickening despite himself


    Desperately, Ryan straightened, raising his hands slightly in a gesture of appeal. "Look, maybe we can come to some kind of¡­ arrangement," he began, barely managing to keep his voice steady.


    But before he could finish, his men¡ªwho had been trembling nearby¡ªbegan to convulse, some even unconscious. Blood spurted from their mouths as they collapsed, some slipping into unconsciousness. The power crushing down on them was relentless, sapping their life force like a predator draining the last ounce of energy from its prey.


    Nyx barely glanced at them. "I''m not running a daycare." he said icily, his voice piercing through the men''s dying gasps.


    "Wow," Lucas murmured, a feigned look of shock evident through his mask as he watched the display. "You''re something else." He chuckled towards Ryan


    Ryan''s options were closing fast. The cold sweat on his forehead had become a full-body tremor, and he could feel his heart pounding erratically in his chest. There''s only one choice left.


    Gritting his teeth, Ryan knelt, bowing his head low before Nyx. "I submit to¡­ the new boss," he muttered, his voice loudly shouted shakily.


    "It''s Lord," Viktor corrected sharply, his frustration evident.


    Ryan glanced up, his face pale as he hurriedly nodded, "Yes..yes... I submit to the Lord." The words fell from his lips hurriedly correcting himself, drenched in fear while swallowing hard as he raised his eyes to Nyx, frantically hoping he''d made the right choice.

 Re-Done

    It was the dark of night and Ryan had longed sign the chained contract from Nyx


    Nyx,Viktor and Lucas,Ryan and the other members of the previously Ryan''s group had circled around a fire lit in a metal barrel, the men were eating and drinking, the atmosphere a time of thinking.


    ''These are the new contracted members of the organization'' Nyx thought


    Nyx then remembered a time when Lucas asked Nyx what the name of the organization would be


    "A name..huh" Nyx whispered to himself


    Nyx''s voice then cut through the quiet of the night, his tone cold and ominous. "There''s one thing I have to do before this all starts."


    He turned, the glow of the dying fire casting shadows across his masked face, and walked off into the darkness, leaving the others uncertain of what was to come.


    The Next Day


    The ruined yard stood eerily silent as Nyx walked forward, his cloak billowing in the wind. In front of him loomed the colossal behemoth minotaur, its eyes blazing with an unnatural fury as it roared, shaking the ground. Its massive horns scraped the air, and the earth trembled as it stomped.


    Watching from a safe distance were Viktor, Lucas, Ryan, and the other members¡ªevery eye fixed on Nyx, anticipation and awe in their gazes.


    Nyx stepped forward as the monstrous behemoth, a towering minotaur as tall as a small apartment complex, roared with a sound that shook the ground itself.


    The colossal behemoth towered before them, clutching a massive double-sided battle axe with spear-tipped ends, Each movement from the beast sent tremors through the ground, dust rising as its heavy hooves dug into the earth.


    The creature let out a guttural roar, swinging the monstrous weapon down toward Nyx with earth-shattering force.


    Nyx sidestepped gracefully, With a swift motion, Nyx unsheathed his sword, Brunsteel, its dark blade gleaming in his hand, his expression cold and calculating behind his void mask. He raised Brunsteel, dodging another swing that cleaved the ground with terrifying precision. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    As the minotaur heaved the axe upward, Nyx dashed in, striking at the exposed joint near the beast''s ankle. His blade connected, causing the behemoth to stumble but not enough to incapacitate it.


    On the sidelines, Lucas''s eyes sparkled with excitement. " The Lord doesn''t even look fazed by that giant axe! I swear, I''ve never seen him break a sweat or even a gasp."


    Ryan, still feeling the fear lingering from their first encounter with Nyx, tried to play it cool. "Is that really so surprising? When you''re someone like him, giants probably don''t even seem like a threat."


    "He''s not one to waste time," Viktor added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Everything he does has a purpose."


    Suddenly, the minotaur lunged, bringing its weapon down in a lethal arc. Nyx raised Brunsteel, countering, but the impact sent a shockwave through the ground, and with a sickening crack, the sword shattered. Pieces of the blade flew in all directions, leaving him with only a jagged hilt.


    Without a hint of hesitation, Nyx dashed forward, evading the beast''s next swing. Using the momentum of its arm, he propelled himself onto its elbow and climbed with incredible agility. The minotaur thrashed, its free arm swinging wildly, but Nyx stayed ahead of its rage, scaling its thick, muscled limb until he was positioned at its shoulder.


    Reaching the behemoth''s neck, Nyx tightened his grip on the hilt of his broken blade.


    With a quick, deadly plunge, he drove the jagged remains into the minotaur''s thick, corded neck while twisting the ruined blade, If one could see nyx''s expression, it would be one of indifference and calmness.


    The beast let out a final, agonizing roar, blood gushing from the wound, as its massive limbs grew weaker, and it staggered.


    With one last shudder, the behemoth collapsed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and debris that blanketed the field.


    Ryan, equally shaken, glanced at Nyx, who was just a shadowy figure in the cloud of settling dust. "Never seen anything like that," he muttered. "Makes you wonder how many of those things he could take on at once."


    Lucas laughed, clearly enjoying the attention, and leaned in, gesturing grandly with his hands. "You guys don''t get it¡ªThe Lord was the one who found me in the middle of all that chaos, I was the first!"


    "Nah," Viktor interjected, grinning. "Pretty sure I was first to meet him."


    The dust finally settled, revealing Nyx standing amidst the debris, his empty, dark mask gleaming in the eerie silence. Not a trace of emotion showed on his face, and yet his very presence was cold and overwhelming. Lucas, Viktor, Ryan, and his men all watched, humbled and awed.


    The other men stared on, still speechless, one muttering, "No way¡­ he took that beast down by himself¡­"


    Lucas grinned beneath his mask, Viktor nodded in quiet respect, and even the other men, who had seen much in this harsh world, stood wide-eyed in awe.


    Together, they thought the same thing: He didn''t even need us.


    { DAYS TILL DISCHARGE - 1 DAY}

 The New Era [ I ]

    It was late at night, and the men gathered around the campfire basked in the thrill of their recent victory. Flames crackled high, casting flickering light over faces both celebrating and lost in thought. Some of the men danced, others laughed and drank, their voices filling the air with a rare sense of triumph.


    Nearby, Lucas and Viktor were in their usual heated debate over trivial matters, their words blending into the camp''s lively noise.


    Nyx sat slightly apart, his gaze fixed on a translucent blue panel only he could see. Despite the lively energy surrounding him, his mind was entirely consumed by an idea.


    I''ve thought about this long enough, Nyx mused. If I create skills at the lowest cost, I can combine them, building their power without paying the usual price.


    He was ready to test his theory. Generate four F-tier skills.


    A new set of panels appeared before him.


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    [ GENERATED SKILLS TIER F ]


    [ POISON RESISTANCE ] [ TIER F ]


    Grants a small amount of resistance to poisons.


    [ HARDEN ] [ TIER F ]


    Temporarily hardens the body with an earthen layer for brief protection.


    [ BLOOD COAT ] [ TIER F ]


    Veils the user in a thin layer of blood, slightly enhancing movement and lower detection for a short duration.


    [ BODY ENHANCEMENT ] [ TIER F ]


    Grants the user a 1.2x boost in physical capabilities.


    ___________________________________________


    Nyx studied the skills. Each offered some utility, but nothing that excited him on its own. He whispered under his breath, "Combine."


    A burst of light flashed across his vision, unnoticed by anyone around him, and when it dimmed, two new skills appeared.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


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    [ HARDENED RESISTANCE ] [ TIER E ]


    Slightly increases resistance to negative status effects.


    [ UNSEEN STRENGTH ] [ TIER E ]


    Moderately enhances body strength with lowered detection, for a short period.


    _________________________________________________


    "Interesting¡­" Nyx muttered, his eyes narrowing. Instead of spending a fortune on high-tier skills, I can combine low-cost skills and level them up for far less.


    But his mind cautioned him against overconfidence. There has to be some kind of limitation, he thought shrewdly. Still, the possibilities are promising.


    I''m sure I''ll figure It out, one way or another Nyx thought


    A Few Moments Later


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    [ ASHEN BODY ] [ TIER C ]


    Grant''s the User Great Resistance to most negative Effects while Greatly Enhances body Capabilities


    __________________________________


    Nyx felt a rare surge of satisfaction as he looked over the new skill. To test it, he picked up a broken glass shard beside him, drawing it carefully across his arm. Blood welled for a moment, only to be absorbed as the wound sealed in seconds.


    Eight seconds for a minor injury. Not bad, he noted, pleased. I may have just discovered a hidden advantage.


    He gazed at the faintly blood-tinted sky, another question forming. If there''s no cap on combining skills, just how high does it go? What exactly is a ''Z''-tier skill?


    As his gaze returned to the dwindling fire, his thoughts drifted to the faint countdown hovering on a distant panel in the sky, looming as a reminder.


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    Uzbekistan


    A scarlet dawn broke over the grisly scene of a battlefield. Towering atop a mound of monster corpses was a man of daunting size, dressed in a jet-black suit with the sleeves rolled back. A deep scar cut across his forehead, and a cigarette dangled from his lips as he surveyed the world with an unwavering, predatory gaze.


    A smaller, leaner man with dark brown hair and a scar across his cheek approached the giant with deference, halting a respectful distance from the mound of bodies. This was Lenard, a trusted subordinate.


    "Lenard," the towering man greeted him in a deep, commanding voice.


    "Master Rou," Lenard responded, bowing his head. "I''ve secured the items you requested."


    Rou gave a curt nod, exhaling a thick plume of smoke as he did. "Good," he rumbled, eyes fixed on the horizon.


    With hesitation, Lenard ventured, "If I may ask a question, Master¡­ have you no interest in the young ma¡ª"


    "Lenard." Rou''s voice cut him off, sharp and unforgiving while gazing at a blue panels that only he can see.


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    [ STATUS SCREEN ]


    PLAYER : ROU XXXXXX


    LEVEL : XX [ XXXXXX / XXXXXX]


    TALENT : XXXXXX [ Z ]


    SKILLS ---> XXXXX


    XXXXXXXXXX


    ___________________________


    Lenard paled, quickly nodding. "Yes, Lord.Subordinate Understood," he murmured, his voice fading as he looked away.


    Rou''s gaze returned to the sky, where a blood-red countdown hovered ominously against the bleak backdrop.


    [TIME UNTIL DISCHARGE: 10 HOURS 27 MINUTES]

 The New Era [ II ]

    [ COUNTDOWN TILL DISCHARGE : 2 HOURS ]


    Late afternoon sunlight spilled over the crumbling landscape as Nyx''s group trudged forward, all eyes fixed on the distant tower looming like an ominous spire against the horizon. Dust and debris swirled in the shifting wind, the entire world trembling as if bracing for impact. Nyx, at the lead, scrutinized his surroundings with an unrelenting focus.


    "There''s something about that tower that draws me near," Nyx murmured to himself, eyes narrowed. He observed the three translucent blue panels that hovered in front of him, each one detailing his companions'' progress.


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    PLAYER : VIKTOR MARSH


    LEVEL : 19


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    TALENT : SHIFT [ B ] ---> Allows User to Move from Point A to Point B


    SKILLS : NONE


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    PLAYER : LUCAS VYSKAL


    LEVEL : 18


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    TALENT : SHARPEN [ C ] ----> Allows User to Sharpen Object of Choice


    SKILLS : NONE


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    PLAYER : RYAN


    LEVEL : 14


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    TALENT : DARK BARGAIN ---> Sacrifices the Contracted''s life force to improve attributes greatly


    SKILLS : NONE


    ________________________________________


    Nyx''s gaze lingered on Viktor''s profile. Almost level 20, he mused. It''d be interesting to see what happens when he breaks that barrier.


    "And as for me," Nyx whispered, summoning his own status panel.


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    [ STATUS ]


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    LEVEL : 22 [ 21,854 / 220,000 ]


    TALENT : GENERATE [ Z ]


    SKILLS : COMMAND [ SS ] | PROFICIENCY : 10.71% / 100%


    SWIFT HASTE [ E ] | PROFICIENCY : [ 72% / 100% ]


    VITAL SIGHT [ C- ] : PROFICIENCY : [ 31.5% / 100% ]


    COMBINE [ SS ] | PROFICIENCY : [ 2.61% / 100% ]


    CAHINED DEPT [ B ] | PROFICIENCY : [ 5.29% / 100% ]


    FEARFUL DESCENT [ D ] | PROFICIENCY : [ 9% / 100% ]


    ASHEN BODY [ C ] | PROFICIENCY : 2.72% / 100%


    TITLES : GOBLIN KILLER [ ACHIEVED ] | KOBOLD KILLER [ ACHIEVED ] | DREADWOLF KILLER [ ACHIEVED ]


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    HOURS PASSED


    { COUNTDOWN TILL DISCAHRGE ---> 14 SECONDS }


    The entire world seemed to hold its breath, and then¡­ it started.


    The blue timer in the sky ticked ominously.


    TIK! 10... A loud sound echoed, like the heavy strike of clock hands.


    All of Earth trembled as the countdown echoed across the world.


    TAK! 9...


    Viktor, Lucas, Ryan, and the rest of their group tensed, an electric energy spreading through the crowd.


    CLACK! 8... Lucas wiped sweat from his brow, trying to mask his nerves. "I guess this is where it starts," he said, voice cracking.


    TAK! 7...


    Ryan, who always tried to play it cool, couldn''t hide the tension. "I think this is where the fun ends," he retorted, looking skyward.


    Nyx''s eyes gleamed, cold and calculating. "No," he said, his voice low but steady. "This is where we enjoy."


    TIK! 1...


    An explosion of wind roared across the land. WHOOSH! A powerful surge erupted from the tower, circling the globe and meeting itself back at the tower like an atomic wave. Silence followed. The entire world seemed to pause, an eerie stillness blanketing the chaos.


    TING!!, the air was silenced upon meeting the tower once again


    The Blue Panel in the sky soon lit up a again after dimming with that few moments


    { DISCHARGE COMPLETE }


    { TUTORIAL COMPLETE }


    { RELEASING NEXT WAVE }


    The blue panel shimmered, words forming in sharp, foreboding letters.


    { CREATURES UNDEFEATED FROM FIRST WAVE IMPROVED GREATLY }


    { DISCHARGE ONTO PLANET #71 EARTH }


    { INJECTING GROWTH OF PLANET }


    { PLANET SIZE WILL INCREASE TO 1.2x }


    { PLANET STRUCTURE SHIFTING }


    The ground shook violently. Cracks tore across the earth, and the world felt like it was being restructured from the inside out. The blue panel updated rapidly:


    [2% SHIFTING...]


    [16% SHIFTING...]


    [38% SHIFTING...]


    [54% SHIFTING...]


    Lucas clung desperately to the ground. "What the hell''s happening!?" he shouted.


    "I don''t know!" Viktor shouted back. "But it''s definitely not good!"


    Ryan added, "We can see that!" His voice rose over the chaos, panic seeping into his usually composed demeanor.


    [ 99% SHIFTING ]


    [ 100% SHIFTING ]


    The quake ceased. Dust settled, and the ground stabilized, but the landscape had transformed. Lucas tried to take a step forward but was yanked back by Nyx, who grabbed his shirt collar.


    Lucas''s eyes widened in horror. Right where he had nearly stepped was a giant chasm that hadn''t been there before. "What the... what the hell!?" Lucas gasped, shaking. "I... I almost died!"


    Viktor chuckled, trying to mask his own fear. "Hahaha... what a way to go out," he said, though his laughter held a nervous edge.


    {RELEASING WAVE}


    {DISCHARGE DONE}


    The blue panel in the sky faded into the now clear, vibrant blue above. Yet the final message burned brightly:


    {TIME UNTIL PATCH: 359 DAYS}


    Ryan exhaled, disbelief evident on his face. "Well... fuck. That''s something I never expected," he muttered.


    Behind him, Lucas and Viktor''s bickering resumed, but now it was tinged with the relief of survival. No one noticed the grin beneath Nyx''s mask. It was a terrifying, hungry smile, one that promised chaos and thrill. I''m going to enjoy every second.


    NOTE : HASTE [ F ] -----> SWIFT HASTE [ E ]

 Highland Orcs

    The world around them had twisted into a patchwork of upheaved earth and new, menacing landmarks.


    The gaping chasm that split their original route forced Nyx and his team to reassess.


    Towering cliffs and jagged rock formations loomed as barriers, making it clear that getting to the tower would not be as simple as it once seemed.Ryan, whose familiarity with the area lent him authority, stepped up.


    "We''ll need to reroute," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos they had witnessed.


    "There''s a way around the chasm¡ªif we cut through the northern exit, it''ll lead us closer to the tower." His confidence was a relief to the group, but Nyx wasn''t one to put faith in anyone without reserve."Fine," Nyx agreedThe group moved swiftly, shadows stretching long across the fractured earth. For a while, things seemed calm.


    No new disasters erupted, and the distant tower loomed closer, its metallic exterior reflecting the pale sky. Yet, the quiet only made everyone more uneasy. Lucas and Viktor exchanged glances, as if waiting for the next blow to fall.Suddenly, the ground began to quake, rumbling deep and low like a monstrous growl.


    Broken rubble trembled, and tiny shards of debris danced across the dirt.


    Nyx''s eyes narrowed. Something''s coming."Over there.." Nyx ordered, motioning them beneath the protective shadow of a half-crumpled building, the overhang precariously balancing above them. His instincts were razor-sharp, honed by a mind always a few steps ahead.


    Better to observe before striking, he thought. Better to understand what has changed in this new world.And then he saw them: three monstrous creatures stomped into view, each bearing the grotesque features of an overgrown, battle-hardened war pig.


    They had massive, brutish tusks that curled menacingly and blood-red skin that glistened with a natural, stone-like toughness. Their chiseled forms rippled with muscle, and they each wielded massive axes, studded with rusted spikes. On their broad shoulders rested heavy, spiked pads. The air itself seemed to bend around them, thick with a sense of violence.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Nyx activated Vital Sight, and information flooded his vision.


    _________________________________


    NAME : HIGHLAND ORCS


    LEVEL : 36


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    DESCRIPTION : Thick tough hide, Great sense of smell, Great Strength, Great Agility, Piercing Horns, Specialized Hunters


    Vital Information ---> Hide Scent


    ________________________________________


    NAME : HIGHLAND ORC


    LEVEL : 37


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    DESCRIPTION : Thick tough hide, Great sense of smell, Great Strength, Great Agility, Piercing Horns, Specialized Hunters


    Vital Information ---> Hide Scent


    ________________________________________


    NAME : HIGHLAND ORCS


    LEVEL : 38


    STATUS : HEALTHY


    DESCRIPTION : Thick tough hide, Great sense of smell, Great Strength, Great Agility, Piercing Horns, Specialized Hunters


    Vital Information ---> Hide Scent


    ________________________________________


    Nyx''s mouth curved into a subtle smile So it works, he thought, noting the vital information highlighted before him. With a thought, he summoned bags of fertilizer from his Generate ability, the pungent smell wafting into the air.


    "Cover yourself in this," Nyx whispered to the others, his voice low but commanding.


    The men grimaced but complied, rubbing the stinking fertilizer onto their skin and clothes. The Highland Orcs, with their heightened sense of smell, lumbered past, completely unaware of their presence. Nyx watched with sharp, unblinking eyes until the creatures were out of earshot.


    Lucas exhaled shakily, falling back onto his hands. "Damn, that was insane," he gasped, trying to steady his breathing.


    Viktor''s eyes were wide, "That pressure, though," he muttered. "I''m not sure I''d win if I had to go against one of those things."


    Nyx''s reply was calm and analytical. "It''s no surprise. They''re at least level 36," he explained unfrightened and expressionless.


    "Level 36!?" Lucas choked out, his voice full of disbelief.


    Ryan, was less panicked and more thoughtful. "So that''s what we''ll be facing in the future?" he asked, voice grim.


    Nyx nodded, a hint of excitement glinting in his eyes. "Yes. And worse," he replied.


    They continued onward, Ryan guiding them through a ''many'' detours. The landscape itself seemed eager to test them.

 The Lobby

    Two weeks had passed since the chaos of the Discharge, and the world had begun to adapt to its new reality. Nyx''s thoughts simmered, processing the transformations, both of the world and of his group. But now, standing before the Tower, the anticipation felt almost electric.


    "It''s hard to believe we''re actually here," Lucas gasped, eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief.


    Ryan nodded, his voice tinged with equal parts relief and tension. "Yeah, it''s something all right. A real fortress in the middle of this mess."


    The Tower loomed ahead, unyielding and imposing. It was a monolithic structure, jet black and gleaming under the harsh sun, its glossy exterior an unbreakable contrast to the chaos that had consumed everything around it. It stood as a challenge, as a promise of trials to come.


    It was a marvel of mystery, taller and more menacing up close than any of them had imagined.


    "How the hell do we get in?" Lucas asked, squinting at the seamless black surface. The structure had no visible openings¡ªno doors, windows, or even a crack. It was like an impenetrable, perfect pillar.


    While Lucas and the others pondered, Nyx stepped forward, a strange sense guiding his movements. He approached the Tower with a quiet confidence, and as he did, a glowing blue panel materialized in front of him.


    [ DO YOU DESIRE TO ENTER THE TOWER OF ''SEIRIX''? ]


    [ YES / NO ]


    Nyx''s lips curved into a cold, almost amused smile. "What a dumb question," he muttered. Without hesitation, he spoke, "Yes."If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    In an instant, Nyx vanished, his form swallowed by a flash of light. The others stared, stunned.


    "What... What just happened?" Lucas stammered, his voice cracking with surprise.


    Viktor frowned, his brows furrowed.


    "Strange," he said. His usual bravado wavered, uncertainty slipping through.


    Ryan, always the most thoughtful, stepped closer to the Tower. "Maybe if we¡­" he trailed off, reaching toward the Tower. A notification blinked into his view.


    "Guys," Ryan called over his shoulder, gesturing for them to join. "Get closer. It''s how he got in."


    With apprehension thick in the air, the others moved forward. One by one, they vanished in flashes of light, pulled into the unknown.


    Inside the Tower, they emerged into a grand, otherworldly space. It was as if the Tower''s interior defied the laws of reality.


    Instead of the cramped confines they expected, they found themselves standing in a massive hall, a cavernous library with shelves that stretched up infinitely.


    The air was filled with the scent of ancient parchment, and everywhere they turned, there were books, tomes, and scrolls, creating a labyrinth of knowledge that felt both inviting and intimidating.


    Lucas and Viktor took in their surroundings, awe written across their faces. "Where''s the Boss?" Lucas started to ask, but his words faltered as he turned and spotted Nyx. The leader was standing at a sleek, modern counter, deep in conversation with someone unexpected.


    The figure behind the counter was a small blond-haired boy, wearing round glasses that gave him an innocent, scholarly appearance.


    He wore a plain white T-shirt and simple black pants, but his smile was anything but ordinary. It stretched wide, almost unnaturally so, curving from ear to ear in a way that made him seem less human.


    "Great beginnings, Players," the boy greeted, his voice cheerful yet tinged with an unsettling undertone. "Welcome to the Lobby."


    He adjusted his glasses, his grin never faltering. "You may address me as Spector." His eyes glinted, and something in his demeanor suggested that this being was far more dangerous than he appeared.


    Lucas shivered, uneasy, while Viktor''s fists clenched reflexively. Nyx, however, remained calm, his expression one of curiosity and intrigue.

 Chapter One

    Spector adjusted his glasses, the unsettling grin still etched across his face. "You may address me as Spector," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a sinister spark.


    Despite his childlike appearance, something in his aura hinted at a hidden, dangerous power.


    He swept his gaze across the new arrivals¡ªViktor, Lucas, Ryan, Nyx, and the rest of the group that had followed them into the Tower.


    "As for your objectives, they are quite simple," he announced, his voice echoing ominously through the vast lobby. "Read."


    The single word struck like a physical blow, and an oppressive weight settled on the shoulders of everyone present.


    Only Nyx seemed unaffected, standing stoic and unfazed.


    "You are to select a book and complete the story," Spector continued, addressing them all. "A maximum of two people may enter each story at a time. What you gain within the narrative world is yours to keep, but rewards will not be granted until the story is finished."


    He let the implication hang in the air, adding, "Fail, and you will lose much more than you bargained for."


    Spector paused, tilting his head slightly. "I do believe that covers everything," he said with a faux sigh of weariness. "Any questions?" His gaze roamed the group, challenging them.


    Nyx raised his hand, his movements calm and deliberate. In an instant, Spector was standing inches from Nyx, his eyes void of warmth as he leaned in.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "And what would your question be?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper, laced with an eerie curiosity.


    Nyx remained composed, unfazed by Spector''s unnerving proximity. "Does time spent inside the story worlds pass the same as in reality?" he inquired smoothly.


    Spector straightened, his grin widening. "Ah, my apologies for neglecting that detail," he said, pulling back.


    "Time flows differently within the stories. Each day spent there is but a single minute in the real world."


    He spread his arms with a mock flourish. "Anything else?"


    Nyx shook his head. "That will be all."


    Spector nodded, stepping back into his original spot with an unnervingly fluid movement.


    Nyx turned to rejoin his group, who had watched the interaction tensely.


    "That guy gives me the creeps," Lucas whispered, shivering slightly.


    Ryan clenched his fist, his jaw set. "Yeah, I get what you mean, Boss," he replied.


    Viktor''s expression hardened. "Stronger," he muttered to himself, his frustration and determination boiling just beneath the surface.


    Nyx''s gaze was merciless as he looked at them. "I don''t need weak subordinates," he said coldly. "If you can''t become stronger, you''re better off dead."


    Viktor''s grip on his own fist tightened. He remembered the fear that had gripped him in the face of those monstrous orcs, the way his dagger had trembled in his hands. I couldn''t even hold my weapon steady, he thought bitterly. I have to get stronger.


    Lucas, despite his fear, felt a new rush of adrenaline. The stronger I get, the more fun things to do, he thought, his spirit igniting with reckless excitement.


    Ryan''s mind wandered to the past, hearing a child''s voice call, "Big Brother!" Memories he had tried to suppress resurfaced, but he forced them back down. I don''t care anymore, he told himself. I''ll survive this rotten world.


    "I''ll get stronger," Ryan vowed quietly, "so I never feel that weakness again."


    "I''ll get stronger," Viktor echoed, his voice steady with resolve, "For Revenge"


    "And I''ll get stronger," Lucas added, a small grin forming, "So I can do what I want"


    "Good" Nyx said while turning his back to the three, with a slight grin that scratched his usual cold face

 The Princess and the Dragon

    A short moment later, everyone sat quietly, flipping through the pages of their chosen books as they prepared to enter the story worlds.


    "This is so boring," Lucas complained, slumping over with an exaggerated sigh.


    "That''s only because you''re an idiot," Viktor shot back, his eyes never leaving the page of his book.


    Ryan looked up, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "By the way, where''s the boss?"


    Lucas straightened slightly, gesturing toward a distant part of the library. "He went to that crazy librarian holding some book," he replied. "I guess he''s already picked a story to enter."


    Ryan frowned. "No one''s going with him?"


    "Nope. He said he''d handle this one alone." Lucas shrugged. "Boss being Boss, right?"


    Ryan nodded slowly, but his focus was pulled back by the ongoing bickering between Viktor and Lucas. "Speaking of which, hey, Viktor¡ªwhat''s that book you''re reading?"


    Viktor stiffened, shielding his book from Lucas. "Back off, you idiot!"


    Their squabble echoed through the grand library, the sound fading into background noise.


    Ryan sighed, staring at the sprawling shelves. "It''s kind of weird how we don''t need to eat to survive here."


    Lucas leaned back, hands behind his head. "Yeah, but still¡­ it''d be nice to taste something. Food just for fun, you know?"


    Ryan''s brow furrowed. "What are we supposed to gain from this library anyway?"Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    Viktor finally looked up, closing his book with a snap. "Probably something that''ll make us stronger," he replied, his eyes serious.


    Lucas grinned mischievously, leaning over. "Look who''s talking! You flipped through that page too fast. Here, let me help¡ª"


    "Get off!" Viktor snapped, pushing Lucas away as their bickering resumed, fading once more into background chatter.


    Ryan''s expression turned contemplative. "I''d be lying if I said I wasn''t curious about what''s waiting for us."


    _______________________________________________


    Meanwhile, on the far side of the library¡­


    Spector peered down at the book Nyx had selected, his grin widening. "Ohhh, this one?" he said, his voice full of intrigue. "Interesting choice."


    Raising an eyebrow, he closed the book Nyx held. "Alright then." He hopped down from the counter, his eyes gleaming. "Mark the way, my children of old."


    Spector began chanting in a strange, garbled language, his voice vibrating with unnatural power. "For @$@#%!&#%$%**%@%X$@%!X@^#$^..."


    With a snap of his fingers, he finished. "Off you go," he said, and in an instant, Nyx''s vision went dark.


    When Nyx blinked, he found himself surrounded by guards clad in heavy, glistening plate armor. He realized that he, too, wore a suit of armor, his vision narrowed by the confines of a knight''s helmet. The hallway he stood in was ornately decorated, with rich tapestries and shining chandeliers overhead. Rows of knights stood at attention beside him, their metal boots clinking against the polished marble floor.


    Nyx glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of himself in a gilded mirror. It seems obvious enough that I''ve taken the body of a regular knight, he thought, unbothered. Memories flooded his mind, images of this body''s past surfacing in a rush.


    "My knight, oh, how strong you are," a woman''s voice echoed in his head, the vision of a beautiful lady pulling the knight into her chamber replaying vividly. Nyx''s eyes narrowed. Interesting. He surmised that this woman must be the princess, though he remained unfazed by the revelation.


    ____________________________________________


    Back in the lobby¡­


    "What book did the boss choose, anyway?" Lucas asked, breaking the relative quiet.


    One of the underlings nearby nervously stepped forward. "Uh, sirs¡­ I-I think I saw him take¡­"


    "Well, spit it out!" Ryan demanded, impatiently.


    The man swallowed hard. "I believe¡­ the Lord chose ''The Princess and the Dragon.''"


    The response was instant. Viktor, Lucas, and Ryan all shouted in perfect unison: "Whaaaaaaat?!"

 Change Of Plans

    This country was known as Alasia, a classic kingdom with a princess and all the trappings of a familiar fairy tale. Nyx analyzed the situation, his mind narrating what he knew.


    ''In this story, there''s an evil viscount who desires the princess. Naturally, he''s raised a dragon from birth, and that dragon kidnaps the princess.Pretty Basic''


    ''And as a royal knight, I''m meant to rescue her, which starts any mome....''Nys thought


    Before Nyx could finish that train of thought, heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell. A fellow knight dashed into view, armor clinking, and shouted, "All Royal Guards, assemble in the throne room!"


    The knights who lined the hallway snapped to attention and began marching in formation toward the throne room. Nyx effortlessly fell into step, his movements seamless, as if he''d been a soldier for years.


    _______________________________________


    The throne room echoed with a unified salute. "We greet Your Majesty, the King!" the royal guards shouted, Nyx included, their voices echoing with military precision.


    The king sat on his throne, a man with hair as gray as the storm clouds of time, his once-mighty presence worn down by age. His eyes scanned the room, carrying the weight of urgent news. "This matter must not leave this chamber," the king declared gravely.


    "Viscount Wellian, step forward and share what you have witnessed," the king commanded.


    Viscount Wellian, a large, wealthy man dressed in extravagant finery, stepped forward. A smug grin briefly crossed his lips, though he quickly wiped it away. The so-called villain, Nyx mused. The one who orchestrated the princess''s kidnapping. Yet no one else in the room knew this truth yet.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    "Yes, Your Majesty," Viscount Wellian began. "I witnessed the princess being taken by a dragon in the royal garden. The guards present can testify as well."


    Nyx''s eyes narrowed behind his helmet. How could a dragon swoop in and snatch the princess from the heart of the capital with so few witnesses?


    ''The guards I presume are also bribed by the Viscount to speak in his own favor''Nyx thought


    The king rubbed his temples, deep in contemplation. "Mmm¡­" he murmured.


    "If I may, Your Majesty," Viscount Wellian pressed on, "I am prepared to gather my men to rescue the princess immediately."


    "There is no need," the king interrupted. "The royal guards will handle the rescue."


    Nyx''s gaze flicked to the king. And then there are men like him, he thought, observing the sovereign''s frailty and unsteady demeanor.


    "Wellian''s face twitched, but he forced himself to maintain composure. "Surely, Your Majesty, the royal guards are needed here for¡ª"


    "Are you calling me foolish?" The king''s voice lashed out, colder than winter''s bite.


    Viscount Wellian clenched his teeth, an almost imperceptible sneer curling his lip. "Tch¡­"


    The king''s shoulders slumped. "I grow old and feeble," he sighed, coughing violently. Blood stained his lips.


    "Your Majesty!" a female attendant cried, rushing to support him.


    The king, struggling for breath, forced himself upright. "For any brave knight who saves my daughter, I offer her hand in marriage."


    Nyx noticed Viscount Wellian''s barely restrained rage. Your time is coming, old man, the viscount seethed inwardly.


    "Now," the king continued, his voice wavering. "Go forth and¡ª"


    A sudden silence choked the room. The king''s eyes widened, and he gasped. A blade had pierced his heart.


    The room erupted in chaos. Royal knights and Viscount Wellian stared in stunned disbelief.


    Standing amidst them all, the source of the attack was revealed. The sword belonged to none other than Nyx, the only knight still standing, his weapon drenched in royal blood.


    "I''m curious to see how this story unfolds if I take matters into my own hands," Nyx said, his voice disturbingly calm. Beneath his helmet, his grin stretched grotesquely, a smile that hinted at something inhuman, something horrifying.


    "Let''s complete this story my way," he declared, his voice echoing through the stunned throne room.

 Knights Wrath

    "Y-Your Majesty!" the female attendant cried, her voice breaking as the light in the king''s eyes faded, extinguished forever.


    The Royal Guards sprang into action, drawing their swords in unison. "Such audacity!" roared a fierce, bald man with a thick brown beard.


    This was Guile Freuge, the Royal Knight Captain, his blade gleaming with a lethal intent.


    "Restrain this man!" Viscount Wellian shouted, the corners of his mouth twitching in a concealed grin. ''This couldn''t have worked out any better'', he thought.


    But something was wrong. The eleven Royal Knights, instead of turning on Nyx, pivoted and aimed their weapons at the Knight Captain and Viscount Wellian.


    Nyx murmured under his helmet. "Looks like my skills are effective even in this place," to himself.


    He turned his back on the chaos, cold and commanding. "Restrain them," Nyx ordered. The Royal Knights obeyed, wrestling the stunned Captain and the astonished Viscount to the ground.


    __________________________________________


    Moments later, Guile, Viscount Wellian, and the female attendant were on their knees, bound and helpless before the throne.


    Nyx removed his helmet slowly, the air thick with the terrifying presence he exuded as he sat upon the king''s seat. His face remained unchanged, calm yet disturbingly sinister.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    ''My ''Control'' lasts for 4 hours currently at my level, especially with these weak figures'' Nyx thought


    Nyx observed a blue information panel that only he could see, detailing the statuses of those around him:


    ________________________________________


    NAME : WELLIAN BELSCE [ VISCOUNT ]


    LEVEL : 5


    STATUS : FEARED


    DESCRIPTION : A Noble of Mainline Lineage


    SKILLS : NONE


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    NAME : GUILE FREUGE [ ROYAL KNIGHT CAPTAIN ]


    LEVEL : 17


    STATUS : AGITATED, SLIGHTLY INJURED


    DESCRIPTION : A hardworking loyal Royal knight


    SKILLS : HEAVY STRIKE, STRIDE, BIDE


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    NAME : [ ROYAL KNIGHTS ]


    LEVEL : 12-14


    STATUS : CONTROLLED, SLIGHTLY INJURED


    DESCRIPTION : Hardened Trained Royal Knights


    SKILLS - HEAVY STRIKE, STRIDE


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    "How dare you sit upon the throne!" Guile shouted, his eyes blazing with defiance. "This is betrayal! I swear I will have your head."


    Nyx leaned forward, his chin resting on his fist, his gaze cold and unfeeling. "Loyalty¡­ a virtue you cling to even now," he said.


    "Yes, I will die for this kingdom," Guile declared with unwavering resolve.


    "However, I''m not one that gives rise to opposition"Nyx said again coldly, his jaw resting on his closed hand while sitting on the throne


    "Kill him"Nyx said


    Without a moment''s hesitation, a controlled Royal Knight stepped forward, plunging a sword through Guile''s head. The blade pierced through his mouth, silencing him forever.


    Blood splattered across the marble floor as Guile''s lifeless body slumped forward.


    The female attendant screamed, her voice shattering the air


    ''He''s not the most important piece in this room'' Nyx thought inwardly


    Nyx''s gaze fell upon Viscount Wellian, who trembled despite himself. "Right¡­ Viscount


    Wellian," Nyx drawled, his voice icy and merciless.


    Demon¡­ he''s a demon, Wellian thought, horror twisting his features as he realized he was now the next target of Nyx''s attention.

 High Standings

    Nyx chuckled, the sound hollow and cold. "Demon? I am simply a force of will¡ªone that no one in this room can oppose." He leaned forward, his eyes flashing with malice.


    Desperation flared in Wellian''s eyes as he searched for something to say, some way to bargain. "I-I can offer you wealth! Position!" he sputtered. "Power beyond¡ª"


    Nyx raised his hand, silencing the man with a single gesture. "You mistake your importance, Wellian."


    He leaned back on the throne, regarding the trembling man with a mix of amusement and disdain. "You''re less than a pawn. And now, no longer needed."


    At his command, two knights stepped forward, their faces unreadable, swords glinting as they advanced on the trembling Viscount.


    Wellian''s eyes darted in panic as he began to crawl backward. "Wait! The dragon¡ªI can help with the dragon!"


    "Wait! The dragon¡ªI can help with the dragon!"


    Nyx''s eyes narrowed, his gaze turning calculating. "Dragon?" he repeated, his tone as if intrigued.


    "Yes," Wellian sputtered, relief flooding his voice. "I know how to defeat it!"


    Nyx''s lip curled in amusement. "I know how to defeat it, too," he replied calmly.


    "But¡ª" Wellian stammered, grasping for any edge. "But you don''t know where it is!"


    Nyx''s expression didn''t falter. "Mijard Tower," he said smoothly, cutting off Wellian''s fleeting hope. "I''ve already had reports of a winged beast sighted heading there."


    This was a lie from Nyx, there had been no Scouts


    The color drained from Wellian''s face as Nyx''s calm smile returned. "So, if that''s all, I see no further use for you."Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    "No, wait!" Wellian choked out, sweating. "I control the dragon!"Nyx raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. "Is that so?" he replied.


    For Nyx had already knew this from reading the Story


    ''He seems oddly interested in the Dragon''Viscount Wellian thought


    ''I didn''t want to reveal this option, but nows not the time for keeping secrets'' Viscount Wellian thought, ''What use is the Secret If I don''t get to use it'' He also thought again


    "Well, that makes things interesting," Nyx said, letting his voice ring through the hall. "The Viscount''s dragon has taken our princess. That makes you responsible, doesn''t it?"


    Wellian clenched his jaw, but before he could react, Nyx leaned back, waving a dismissive hand. "You''ll do something for me, Viscount," he said, his tone leaving no room for dissent.


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    The Capital Square, Center of Alasia


    A hush fell over the massive crowd gathered in the capital square, the atmosphere heavy as storm clouds gathered above. Wellian stood on a raised wooden platform, visibly shaken but hiding it behind a practiced facade. He took a breath, projecting his voice to reach every ear in the crowd.


    "Citizens of Alasia!" he began, his tone somber. "It is with great sorrow that I stand before you, bearing grave news."


    "The King has succumbed to illness," announced Viscount Wellian, his voice grave and heavy with feigned sorrow.


    Nyx watched from the shadows, hidden but ever-present, The Viscount''s station is quite useful.


    A murmur spread through the crowd as Wellian continued. "Fear not, for the King, in his wisdom, prepared for this very day." He paused dramatically. "Before his passing, he decreed a Tournament of Heir!"


    The crowd gasped, whispers spreading in disbelief and excitement. The kingdom would not descend into chaos; now, anyone with strength and cunning might seize the throne.


    "Wellian, the Royal Envoy of the Kingdom," Nyx thought, Let him be my mouthpiece...for now


    The Viscount raised his hands, his voice trembling slightly. "The future will belong to a lion among men!" he proclaimed as the crowd erupted into cheers.


    Then, as if nature itself responded to the Viscount''s words, rain began to fall¡ªa dark, heavy downpour. The skies had opened, as if marking the kingdom''s uncertain future.


    "For Alasia!" someone in the crowd cried, his voice echoing through the square.


    "For Alasia!" the people chanted back, as thunder rumbled in the distance and Nyx smiled, knowing that his game was only beginning.

 Passenger

    Capital of Alasia, Sanders Tavern


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    Capital of Alasia, Sanders Tavern


    "Arghhh!" A burly, blond-bearded man shouted, gripping a mug tightly as he slumped over the bar, visibly drunk. This was Barden.


    "Did ya hear?" he slurred, raising his mug in a shaky gesture.


    "Hear what?" asked a man cloaked in dark robes, seated at the counter. He leaned closer, curiosity flickering in his eyes beneath the hood.


    "How have you not heard about the Tournament of Heir?" Barden replied, his words barely holding together.


    "No... I''m new here," the cloaked figure responded calmly.


    "Haven''t heard... hiccup... about it?" Barden frowned, eyeing him suspiciously.


    "I''m from the country, passing through on travels," the cloaked man replied. "But go on, tell me more."


    Barden sneered, waving a dismissive hand. "Kids these days, thinkin'' they can get everything for free... hiccup¡­"


    Whoosh! A heavy sack of gold dropped on the counter beside Barden, the coins clinking loudly.


    "Is this enough?" asked the cloaked stranger, his tone unchanging.


    Barden''s eyes lit up as he stared greedily at the glittering pile of gold. "Just enough... hiccup..."


    "There''s gonna be a tournament here in the capital in a month''s time, a real spectacle. Winner gets the crown after the late king¡ªmay he rest in peace¡ªfinally fell to illness¡­ hic¡­" Barden said, barely pausing to catch his breath.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    "They say any man between fifteen and thirty can enter... and the prize?" He leaned in conspiratorially, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The princess''s hand in marriage."


    The cloaked figure placed a single coin on the counter, paying for his drink. "Keep the change," he said with a faint nod, heading toward the door.


    "What''s your name, stranger?" Barden called after him, squinting.


    The figure paused, glancing back just long enough to answer. "Joel."


    The barkeep watched Joel''s exit, eyeing the door thoughtfully. A man willing to part with that much gold is bound to be dangerous.


    Barden, meanwhile, is just a drunk walking around with a target on his back, he thought, shaking his head as he moved to serve the next customer.


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    Capital of Alasia, Castle, Underground Prison


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    In the dim, damp corridors of the castle''s prison, the once-loyal Royal Knights lay bound behind iron bars, stripped of their armor and their dignity. Nyx stood in front of their cells, his expression one of calculated coldness.


    With the effects of his "Control" skill finally dissipated, he had simply locked them away, knowing they could still serve a purpose.


    Two knights gripped the bars, their eyes blazing with fury.


    "You traitor!" one of them spat, his voice hoarse with rage.


    "You''ll pay for this, you bastard!" another snarled, echoing the curses of their fellow prisoners.


    Nyx turned to a nearby prison guard and gave a simple order. "Bring them to the warden''s office. One at a time."


    ''Chaining Wellian has dealt with any resistance he might''ve posed,'' Nyx thought, his mind already planning the next steps.


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    Flash Back to Nyx Using Chained Contract on Viscount Wellian


    "What... What is this?!" Wellian stammered, wide-eyed as he looked up at the long scroll floating ominously before him, its parchment shimmering with ethereal power.


    Nyx, seated on the throne with a casual hand resting against his jaw, spoke with a calm authority. "This is a contract that binds us. Sign it."


    Viscount Wellian gulped, glancing fearfully at Nyx, haunted by the memory of what had happened to the Royal Knight Captain. He dared not challenge the one seated so confidently before him. "H-How do I sign it?" he stuttered, voice cracking with anxiety.


    Nyx''s tone was smooth, almost amused, but ice-cold. "My apologies," he said, gesturing slightly. "Simply prick your finger and place it upon the parchment."


    Freed from his restraints, Wellian hesitated for a heartbeat before pricking his finger, pressing it against the scroll. His life, his very soul, was now bound in a pact.

 Benevolence

    Alasia Castle, Wardens Office


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    "Huff... puff¡­"


    A muffled breath echoed in the dimly lit office, the air thick with the scent of ink and old parchment. A man, his head covered by a rough, stained sack, sat slumped and disoriented on the cold floor. The world was a blur to him, his senses robbed by the cloth sack and the knights who had hauled him here without a word.


    With a harsh tug, the sack was removed, revealing his face: dark brown skin marred by a faint scar that cut a sharp line from his cheek to his right ear. His eyes darted around before falling upon the figure across the room, seated behind a heavy wooden desk, illuminated only by a small oil lamp.


    "Grall," Nyx intoned, his voice steady as stone. A wave of his hand dismissed the knight who had escorted the prisoner, leaving them alone.


    Grall''s mind spun as he looked at Nyx, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. What does he want with me? he wondered, feeling an inexplicable dread settle over him.


    Nyx raised a thin parchment, his eyes scanning the page with calculated ease. "Grall. Twenty-eight years old. Fifth son of Baron Sleuvice''s household." The words slipped off his tongue like a slow knife cutting through tension.


    The language here is almost instinctive now, Nyx thought with a flicker of amusement. Convenient.


    He lowered the paper, locking his gaze onto Grall, who fidgeted, avoiding the piercing look.


    Nyx''s eyes seemed to bore through him, seeing more than the surface, reading the years of effort hidden under the armor and title. Grall tried to look away, but the intensity in Nyx''s stare was relentless, as if forcing him to confront the truth he wanted to avoid.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    Nyx''s voice, low and almost mocking, broke the silence. "I wonder, how does a baron''s son find himself as a Royal Knight? Was it... connections?" He lingered on the last word, allowing a hint of doubt to creep into Grall''s heart.


    "...Hard work," Grall mumbled, still on his knees, wrists bound.


    "What was that?" Nyx leaned forward, cupping his ear in feigned ignorance.


    "Hard work!" Grall''s voice rose, his words filled with an anger that had simmered for years.


    "Everyone thinks I got here through a back door, because of my family name, my title! They don''t see the sweat, the bruises, the work!"


    His voice grew ragged, a surge of bitter frustration cracking his composure. "Just because I''m a baron''s son, just because I''m the fifth son... they judge and dismiss me."


    Nyx watched, a faint flicker of satisfaction in his eyes as Grall''s anger twisted into resignation, his head lowering in defeat. "And now... it ends like this," Grall whispered, voice heavy with despair.


    The room fell silent, save for the quiet crackling of the oil lamp.


    Nyx''s voice, cold as the stone walls around them, shattered the stillness. "Do you want it to end like this?"


    Grall froze, eyes wide, but he quickly shook his head as if to shake away the foolish hope his heart dared to feel. "I... I don''t care anymore," he muttered, but the tremble in his voice betrayed him.


    "It can go on" Nyx''s voice was as unwavering as his stare


    Grall raised his head slowly, meeting Nyx''s eyes, where he found neither pity nor ridicule, only a ruthless certainty. The look alone was enough to ignite a spark within him.


    "Do you not want to?" Nyx''s voice was a whisper, his words carrying a heavy weight, daring Grall to break free from the binds he had placed on himself. Grall''s lips parted, his mouth dry, yet he couldn''t turn away from the gaze that now held him captive.


    "Yes," he murmured, the word escaping his lips almost without his consent.

 Vanguard [ I ]

    Alasia Castle, Throne Room


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    Nyx sat upon the throne, his presence filling the vast hall with a dark intensity, his gaze fixed and unyielding. A chilled silence permeated the air, broken only by the steady, ominous rhythm of his fingers tapping on the armrest.


    "Knock. Knock."


    The door resounded with firm, deliberate knocks. Nyx''s gaze didn''t shift; he merely spoke, his voice low and slicing through the silence. "Enter."


    The heavy door creaked open, and a column of knights marched into the room. Clad in identical, gleaming golden armor, seven figures moved with the weight of destiny on their shoulders. The rhythmic clanking of their armor filled the hall, punctuating the stillness. When they reached the throne, they halted in unison and, with a clatter of metal, sank to one knee before him.


    "We greet our Lord!" they declared in perfect synchrony, their voices ringing through the hall.


    Nyx nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good," he replied, his tone colder than steel.


    With a wave of his hand, seven scrolls materialized, hovering before each knight. These scrolls glowed faintly with an ethereal light, their contents outlined in a language old as the kingdom itself. "Choose," Nyx commanded, his words sharp. "Sign the ''Chained Oath,'' binding your loyalty, or leave here in silence."This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    The knights glanced at one another, tension flickering in their eyes, but each one pressed a blood-stained finger to the parchment, sealing their fates.


    Nyx studied them as they signed, his gaze piercing. "This contract prevents you from raising a hand against me," he intoned, the weight of his words unmistakable. "If you stay, your loyalty is sealed. If you choose to part ways, all I ask is silence about what you''ve seen here."


    He leaned forward slightly, the flicker of a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Stand to my left if you choose loyalty. Stand to my right if you choose freedom."


    Five of the knights rose and stepped to Nyx''s left, aligning themselves in a rigid line, faces hidden by their helmets yet expressions likely resolute beneath. The remaining two stood to his right, casting a final glance at their comrades before bowing their heads.


    "Very well," Nyx said, his tone colder still. "You two are free to go."


    The two knights turned to leave, armor clinking as they took their first steps away from the throne. But as they crossed the threshold, their movements slowed, then stopped entirely. Without a word or sound, they collapsed to the ground, their golden armor echoing a chilling silence as they lay motionless.


    The five remaining knights looked back at the fallen forms of their comrades, the reality sinking in. Nyx''s voice, calm yet laced with cruel calculation, drifted through the air. "Now, now... say goodbye to your former brothers."


    A silence fell once more, and the knights who remained turned their gaze back to Nyx, the weight of their choice as heavy as the armor on their shoulders.

 Vanguard [ II ]

    Alasia Castle, Throne Room


    The five remaining Royal Knights knelt low, the clink of their armor reverberating through the throne room. Their gazes lingered momentarily on their fallen comrades, but they quickly turned back, lowering themselves even further before Nyx. Fear and awe mingled on their faces as cold sweat traced down their brows.


    "We greet our lord!" they proclaimed in unison, their voices strained but resolute, the weight of their loyalty evident in their trembling tones.


    Nyx regarded them with a calculated glint in his eye, amused by the contrast of fear and devotion that now bound these men to him. There might have been more of them, he mused, but some were foolish enough to resist¡ªand were, fortunately, discarded.


    He leaned forward slightly, his voice commanding and unyielding. "We have one month."


    The knights stiffened, listening intently as Nyx continued. "One month to retrieve the Princess."


    The room hung in silence, the weight of his declaration settling on the knights like a shroud. Nyx leaned back, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. This journey, he thought with dark satisfaction, will be far simpler than the story. After all¡­we have a generous benefactor pulling the strings.


    However, Nyx knew not to let his guard down for any outside interferences


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    Viscount Wellian''s Office


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    In his candlelit study, Viscount Wellian felt an inexplicable shiver crawl up his spine, a sense of unease settling like a dark cloud over him.


    "Something feels¡­off," he muttered, the ominous sensation gnawing at his thoughts.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


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    Alasia Castle, Throne Room


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    Nyx''s gaze drifted back to his assembled knights, his voice sharp and resolute. "You shall continue your roles as Royal Knights, outwardly loyal to the throne."


    The knights nodded in understanding, their faces set with renewed purpose as they remained kneeling before him on the crimson carpet that stretched from the grand throne.


    ''Before I set out to retrieve the Princess'', Nyx mused, his gaze hardening as he considered the path ahead, I''ll need to account for the forces stirring in Alasia.


    ''Several noble families are already preparing for the tournament'', he thought, a glint of calculation in his eyes. Each with their own agenda¡ªand each a potential obstacle or__gain.


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    Border of Alasia, 2000 Yards from Mijard Tower


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    Hidden amidst the dense foliage, two scouts lay low, their keen eyes locked on a distant tower, its shadowed walls barely visible in the waning light.


    "Objective locked," one scout whispered, his voice barely audible.


    "Report to Camp"The First Scout continued


    The second scout nodded, signaling to their encampment, the silent message relaying their discovery.


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    Mansion of Count Trynal


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    A man clad in an immaculate white tunic paced anxiously within a pristine office. This was the workspace of Count Trynal, who, despite his calm outward demeanor, wrestled with mounting tension as he paced back and forth.


    "What''s happening in the capital?" Count Trynal muttered aloud, his brows furrowing. "I''ve received no word from my liege on our plans."


    Could it be that meddlesome Viscount Wellian? he mused, clenching his fists. Even as a Viscount, Wellian posed a significant threat¡ªnot only to a Count like himself but possibly even to a Duke.


    The capital had become a nest of Wellian''s influence, every alley and parlor filled with his spies. He could practically sway the masses with a single word. The plan was to frame Wellian through the court, to dismantle his influence piece by piece, Trynal thought. But recently, a letter had reached him with troubling news.


    "The Princess is missing," he murmured, the realization sharpening his focus. "If I could gain her favor¡ªor even her testimony¡ªit might be enough to restore some semblance of control in the capital."


    Suddenly, a knock echoed through the office, jolting him from his thoughts.


    Knock! Knock!


    "Who''s there?" Count Trynal demanded, regaining his composure.


    "Your second son asks for an audience, My Lord," came the response from the other side of the door.

 Second Son Of Count Trynal

    Count Trynal''s Mansion ¨C The Office


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    "Enter," Count Trynal commanded, his voice calm yet firm.


    The door creaked open, revealing a young man with dark brown hair, far deeper in shade than his father''s light chestnut locks. Stepping inside, the second son of the Trynal household found his father seated behind an imposing desk, papers neatly stacked before him.


    "Why have you come to see me, Jubrus?" Count Trynal asked, not bothering to look up from the document in his hand.


    "Father¡ªno, Count," Jubrus began, his tone formal. "I wish to inquire about the upcoming Tournament of the King, set to take place a month from now."


    Count Trynal finally looked up, his expression unreadable. "Hmm..." he mused aloud, his sharp mind already piecing together the implications.


    The reports are true¡ªwhoever wins the tournament shall wed the Princess and ascend to the throne as King, he thought, the political weight of the event looming large.


    "And what is it you wish to inquire about?" the Count asked, his voice steady.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    "Why have you allowed the third and fourth sons to participate in the tournament?" Jubrus questioned, his tone edged with frustration.


    "Why shouldn''t they?" Count Trynal countered, raising an eyebrow.


    Jubrus hesitated but pressed on. "They''ll only sully the Trynal name! Both are stronger than me, yes, but they are born of common mothers, mere peasants."


    The Count''s gaze hardened at his son''s words. Ah, how ironic. A second son so concerned about legacy, forgetting that our lineage itself began with brigand knights, he thought.


    "Do you mean to suggest that our ancestors sullied the Trynal name?" Count Trynal said coldly, his voice cutting through the room. "They, too, were once ''lowly''¡ªmercenaries and sellswords who clawed their way to nobility."


    Jubrus opened his mouth to respond, but the Count raised his hand to silence him.


    "Enough!" Count Trynal barked, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If you have nothing else to add, leave me. Now."


    "Yes, Count," Jubrus muttered, biting back further protest. He turned toward the door, his movements stiff with frustration.


    As he exited, he murmured under his breath, "Tch." The door closed softly behind him.


    Left alone, Count Trynal leaned back in his chair and let out a weary sigh. "What am I to do with these sons of mine?" he muttered, rubbing his temples.


    After a moment of silence, his thoughts returned to the larger matter at hand.


    "A tournament where the Princess herself is the prize," he mused aloud. "If the kingdom learns of her disappearance, chaos will erupt. Not just for Viscount Wellian, but for me as well."


    He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the desk.


    "If I could locate her first, then arrange for one of my sons to marry her¡ªregardless of their shortcomings¡ªHouse Trynal would rise to prominence. We''d stand on equal footing with Wellian, perhaps even surpass him."


    A faint, cunning smile crept across the Count''s face. "Yes, finding her could change everything..."

 Led To Death [ I ]

    Count Trynal''s Mansion ¨C The Office


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    Count Trynal sat at his ornately carved desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wood. The warm glow of a candle illuminated the sharp determination in his eyes as he reviewed the possibilities.


    "The chessboard is set," he muttered. "I need my pieces in place before Wellian makes his next move."


    He leaned back, the creak of his chair filling the silent room. With deliberate precision, he began scribbling notes on a parchment, detailing his strategy.


    "First," he said to himself, "I''ll need informants. Wellian''s web of influence stretches too far. If he''s truly connected to the Princess''s disappearance, I must counter him at every turn."


    He reached for a small bell on his desk and rang it. Moments later, the door opened, and a trusted steward entered¡ªa middle-aged man with a composed demeanor, clad in a simple yet impeccably maintained uniform.


    "My Lord," the steward greeted, bowing deeply.


    "Send word to Karthen and Elloise," Count Trynal instructed. "They are to investigate the Princess''s disappearance thoroughly¡ªher last movements, Wellian''s activities, and any whispers within the court. Discretion is paramount."


    The steward nodded. "It will be done, my Lord."


    "Good. And one more thing¡ªprepare my correspondence with the Duke of Grenford. I will need his cooperation. We cannot allow Wellian''s influence to grow unchecked."


    "Yes, my Lord." The steward bowed again and exited swiftly.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Rising from his seat, Count Trynal crossed the room to a tall cabinet near the window. Unlocking it with a key he wore around his neck, he retrieved a small chest. Inside were several sealed letters bearing his personal crest. He carefully selected one and began drafting a message.


    "To the Duke of Grenford," he murmured. "An alliance with the Duke will fortify my position and curtail Wellian''s schemes."


    Sealing the letter with wax and pressing his signet into it, he set it aside for delivery.


    He gazed out of the window, his hands clasped behind his back. "If I can secure the Princess''s loyalty and place her within my family''s grasp, House Trynal will ascend far beyond its station. But failure..." He let the thought linger, his expression hardening. "Failure is not an option."


    Nyx''s Scouts ¨C The Forest Surrounding Mijard Tower


    The dense forest whispered with the rustling of leaves, broken only by the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. Nyx''s scouts moved like shadows, their dark cloaks blending seamlessly into the undergrowth. Their movements were swift and precise, honed by years of discipline under Nyx''s command.


    A pair of scouts crouched low near a clearing, their eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of Mijard Tower. Its ancient stone structure jutted into the sky like a jagged fang, surrounded by an eerie stillness that seemed to repel even the wildlife.


    "See anything?" whispered one, his voice barely audible.


    The other, peering through a spyglass, shook his head. "No movement. The dragon''s slumber appears undisturbed. No signs of Count Trynal''s men or any unexpected interference."


    Their leader, a seasoned scout with a scar slashing across his left eye, joined them. He reached into his satchel and retrieved a communication crystal, its faint blue glow illuminating his weathered face.


    Activating the crystal, he spoke in a low, reverent tone. "Lord Nyx, we have reached the perimeter of Mijard Tower."


    A moment passed before Nyx''s voice resonated through the crystal, calm yet commanding. "Report."


    "The area surrounding the tower is clear. The dragon remains undisturbed in its slumber. No activity from Count Trynal or other factions has been detected."


    Nyx''s reply was succinct. "Excellent. Continue your surveillance. Double the perimeter patrols and ensure the path remains secure. I will arrive shortly."


    "Yes, Lord Nyx."


    As the crystal dimmed, the scout leader turned to his team. "You heard the Lord. Sweep the area again. We leave nothing to chance."


    The scouts dispersed silently, their movements as fluid as the forest itself.

 Led To Death [ II ]

    6 Days Later


    Nyx sat cross-legged near the campfire, the flickering flames reflecting in his piercing gaze. The journey so far had been uneventful but, the warm light casting flickering shadows on his sharp features. Six days of horseback travel had brought them to this quiet clearing by the roadside. On one side, a dense forest loomed, dark and ancient, while on the other stretched an open plain leading to another expanse of trees.


    The five Royal Knights under his command sat in a loose circle around the fire, their polished armor dulled by travel and dust. Viscount Wellian, a man of noble birth and former keeper of the dragon at Mijard Tower, sat stiffly among them, clearly unused to such conditions.


    Grall, one of the knights, smirked as he stirred the fire with a stick. "I thought nobles like you couldn''t handle the outdoors," he quipped, his tone light but laced with mockery.


    Viscount Wellian straightened his posture, his pride not allowing him to rise to the bait. "I am no stranger to the wilderness," he said. "My family has led many campaigns. Admittedly, we were better equipped than this..." His gaze flicked over the camp with a hint of disdain. "But the principle is the same."


    "Hmph," Grall muttered, unimpressed, but let the subject drop.


    The fire crackled as the group settled into an uneasy silence, the distant hoots of nocturnal creatures the only interruption. Nyx gazed into the flames


    The Next Morning


    The tranquility of dawn was shattered by a shout from one of the Royal Knights.


    "Orcs!"


    Nyx rose from his seated position, his crimson eyes narrowing as he scanned the field. Emerging from the edge of the forest were seven green-skinned creatures, towering and muscular, their primitive weapons glinting faintly in the morning light.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    ''Orcs? Are they like the ones I''m familiar with, or is this world''s version different?'' Nyx mused.


    With a thought, he activated Vital Sight, his skill that provided detailed information on creatures and entities.


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    NAME: WOODLAND ORCS


    LEVEL: 17


    STATUS: HEALTHY


    DESCRIPTION: Strong hide, decent strength, slow movements. Specialized hunters.


    VITAL INFO: Moves in groups/hunting squads.


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    ''Interesting,'' Nyx thought as he analyzed the information. "They hunt in squads, which means reinforcements are likely."


    Just as he suspected, more orcs began to emerge from the forest''s edge.


    "O-Orcs?!" a Royal Knight stammered.


    "What are they doing here?" another knight shouted, panic edging his voice.


    "This close to the Outer Alasia borders?!"


    Nyx''s gaze remained calm, his voice steady and commanding. "Grall, explain."


    Grall stepped forward, his tone uneasy but controlled. "Y-yes, Lord Nyx. Woodland Orcs are typically found near the front lines and are wiped out in mass subjugation campaigns. This...this number is unheard of this far out."


    Nyx''s sharp eyes flicked to Viscount Wellian, who was on the ground, clutching his head in what seemed to be a mix of confusion and frustration.


    ''He knows something,'' Nyx thought.


    "Viscount Wellian," Nyx called, his tone deceptively calm, yet it carried an authority that demanded an answer.


    "Wellian, explain."


    The Viscount stammered, "E-explain wha¡ª"


    He stopped mid-sentence, his breath hitching as he felt Nyx''s gaze. It was more piercing than the weapons the orcs carried, a silent command that brooked no argument.


    "The dragon," Wellian finally admitted. "It must be the dragon''s presence. Its aura likely drove the weaker monsters from deeper in the forest to the outskirts."


    Nyx raised an eyebrow. "And this wasn''t something you anticipated?"


    "Wellian shook his head fervently. "I never ordered the dragon to do that! I ordered it to stay hidden


    Nyx turned his attention back to the forest. Activating Vital Sight once more, he extended his perception deeper into the woods.


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    NAME: ELLOISE


    LEVEL: 14


    STATUS: SLIGHLY INJURED


    DESCRIPTION: Servant Knight of Count Trynal. Specially trained individual, Skilled in reconnaissance and information gathering.


    SKILLS : SCOUT, GUISE, FLUENT STRIKE


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    "Interesting...Count Trynal"Nyx said

 Led To Death [ III ]

    6 Days Ago


    "Send word to Karthen and Elloise," Count Trynal instructed. "They are to investigate the Princess''s disappearance thoroughly¡ªher last movements, Wellian''s activities, and any whispers within the court. Discretion is paramount."


    The steward nodded. "It will be done, my Lord."


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    Count Trynal''s Estate ¨C Training Field


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    The clang of steel echoed across the training grounds as Elloise lunged at her opponent. Her short, dark-brown hair clung to her damp forehead, her movements precise yet unrelenting.


    "Haah!" she exclaimed, her sword clashing against Karthen''s, a bald man whose scar ran from the top to the bottom of the right side of his mouth.


    Huff. Puff.


    "You''re improving, Elloise," Karthen said with a grin, lowering his blade.


    "And you''re still as predictable as ever," Elloise retorted, her breath labored but her tone teasing.


    They both collapsed onto the ground, panting and exhausted.


    "So," Karthen began between gasps, "thought about what drink you''re buying me tonight? Huff."


    Elloise shot him a sidelong glance, wiping sweat from her brow. "I don''t know what you''re puff... talking about."Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "Come on... don''t tell me... puff... you''re breaking your own rules," Karthen said with a smirk.


    "What rules?" Elloise asked, her attention suddenly drawn to something else.


    "What are you¡ª" Karthen started, but his words trailed off as he followed her gaze.


    Standing at the edge of the training field was Hwaan, his steward''s uniform pristine despite the dusty surroundings.


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    A Few Moments Later ¨C A Private Room


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    The air in the room was tense. Elloise and Karthen sat across from Hwaan, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern.


    "So you''re telling me the Princess is missing?!" Karthen''s voice boomed, shattering the silence.


    "Shhh! Not so loud, you numbskull," Elloise hissed, glaring at him.


    "If what you''re saying is true, Hwaan," she continued, her tone more measured, "then not only the Count but Viscount Wellian should be informed."


    "Correct, Lady Elloise," Hwaan replied calmly.


    "And we''re supposed to follow Viscount Wellian''s every move?" Karthen asked, his tone tinged with skepticism.


    "Yes, Sir Karthen," Hwaan confirmed.


    The steward departed shortly after, leaving the two alone.


    Karthen leaned back in his chair, rubbing the scar on his face. "What do you think, Elloise?"


    "I don''t know," she replied, her voice quieter now. "We were supposed to leave this line of work a long time ago."


    "And we will," Karthen said firmly.


    "When, Karth?" Elloise snapped, frustration evident in her tone.


    A moment of silence passed before she sighed, her voice softening. "I''m only still here because of you."


    Karthen reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace. "This will be the last mission. After this, we''ll go back to our hometown and get married. I promise."


    Elloise leaned into him, her voice barely a whisper. "Make sure."


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    Count Trynal''s Estate ¨C The Count''s Office


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    Count Trynal stood by the window, the morning light filtering through the curtains. His hands clasped behind his back, he radiated an aura of cold calculation.


    Hwaan entered, his presence barely acknowledged by the Count.


    "Have you told them, Hwaan?" Trynal asked without turning.


    "Yes, my lord," Hwaan replied, his voice steady.


    A thin smile played on the Count''s lips. "Good. Now, ensure they never return from this mission."


    The room fell silent as Hwaan bowed and departed, leaving the Count alone to stare out the window, his gaze as cold as the plans he had set into motion.

 Led To Death [ IV ]

    Two Days Before Nyx Was Attacked


    The dense forest clearing was bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the two figures standing amidst the towering trees. Elloise, her dark brown hair glistening with sweat from the day''s exertions, leaned against a moss-covered tree trunk. Her companion, Karthen, stood nearby, sharpening his blade with slow, deliberate movements, his scarred face etched with a mix of concern and determination.


    "We''ve located the Viscount," Elloise said, her voice calm yet tinged with a quiet resolve. She adjusted the light leather bracer on her arm, brushing off a stray leaf.


    Karthen nodded, his blade pausing mid-sharpen. "He''s traveling light. Barely a handful of guards with him." He sheathed his blade, the faint sound of steel against leather breaking the stillness.


    "Figures," Elloise replied with a smirk. "He doesn''t want anyone to notice his movements. The fewer eyes on him, the less likely anyone questions his intentions."


    Karthen glanced toward the darkened edge of the forest. "If the Viscount keeps to his route near the forest''s outskirts, it''s unlikely he''ll encounter much trouble. The edge is usually safe."


    Elloise sighed, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Safe? It could be, but accidents happen. Monsters do roam these parts, after all."


    Karthen arched a brow, his scar stretching slightly with the expression. "You''re not suggesting¡­"


    Elloise pushed off the tree and stretched, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, I don''t know. If a group of monsters just happened to cross paths with him, say, in the middle of the forest, there wouldn''t be much we could do, would there? Tragic, really."


    The realization dawned on Karthen, and he chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. "That''s... one way to expedite things. But who''s going to lead the monsters to him?"


    Elloise rolled her eyes, a playful glint in them. "Who do you think? I''m faster than you, and I know this area better. Besides," she added with a teasing smirk, "you''d probably trip over a root and get yourself caught."If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Karthen raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough. But don''t bite off more than you can chew. Orcs are no joke if you stir up the wrong crowd."


    Elloise gave him a sharp nod, her expression turning serious. "I''ll be back before you know it. Just make sure you''re ready to move once the chaos starts."


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    Later That Evening, Deep Within the Forest


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    Elloise crouched high on the sturdy branch of an old oak tree, the rough bark pressing against her palms as she steadied herself. Her breathing was labored from the trek, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. She muttered under her breath, "Why does it always have to be me running these errands? It''s too damned far."


    Taking a deep breath, she drew a short, glinting iron dagger from her belt. Its edge caught the faint moonlight filtering through the canopy. With a determined expression, she pressed the blade lightly against her shoulder, creating a shallow cut. The crimson liquid began to trickle down her arm, soaking into the forest floor.


    "The scent will do the work," she whispered to herself, her voice steady despite the nervous sweat forming at her temples.


    The thick, metallic tang of blood quickly saturated the air, and Elloise remained perfectly still, ears straining to catch the faint sounds of movement. Her gamble paid off. The low, guttural snorts and shuffling of heavy feet reached her ears.


    From the shadows of the forest emerged hulking, green-skinned creatures. Their muscular frames glistened with sweat, and their tusked jaws opened and closed as they sniffed the air hungrily. These were Woodland Orcs, pig-like beings notorious for their savage hunting tactics.


    Elloise''s heart pounded as more figures emerged from the underbrush. One by one, they appeared, until a total of three full hunting squads stood before her. Twenty-one Orcs in total. Each carried crude but deadly weapons¡ªrusted axes, jagged spears, and heavy clubs wrapped in leather. Their yellowed eyes gleamed with hunger as they followed the blood trail with single-minded determination.


    "This might''ve been too much," Elloise muttered, her voice barely audible. She wiped a nervous hand across her brow, feeling the weight of her reckless plan settling in. "But twenty-one Orcs should do the job nicely. Even if they don''t kill him, they''ll keep him busy long enough."


    Elloise moved stealthily along the branches, careful not to break her cover. She kept just ahead of the Orcs, ensuring the trail of blood remained fresh and enticing. The creatures followed her unwittingly, their low growls and snorts filling the otherwise silent forest.


    When she reached the edge of the forest clearing where the Viscount''s entourage was camped, she paused, crouching low. From her perch, she could see the faint glow of their campfire in the distance. With a final glance at the Orcs below, she smirked.


    "Enjoy the gift, Viscount," she whispered before slipping away