MY SYSTEM LOADS 10 SECONDS LATE
Dying is just data. Revenge is a 10- second delay.
In a world ruled by powerful Hunter Guilds and the strict laws of the Hunter Association, Jaxen Vane was nothing more than an E-Rank laborer—disposable bait for corporate meat-grinders. Born with zero combat skills and a comatose sister to support, his only goal was survival.
Until the day a routine dungeon raid turned into a deadly corporate cover-up.
Trapped by mutated monsters and betrayed by his own vanguard, Jaxen accidentally triggers a late awakening. But his system isn't like the standard blue interfaces everyone else possesses. His is an anomaly—a glitched golden system that loads exactly ten seconds late.
Whenever Jaxen suffers a fatal blow, his unique skill, **Hindsight Bias**, snaps his consciousness back exactly ten seconds into the past. He cannot outrun an A-Rank hunter, and he cannot overpower a C-Rank beast on raw stats alone. But with an endless loop of ten-second do-overs, he can memorize every strike, predict every trap, and turn his own brutal deaths into a flawless strategy board.
Forced to hide his world-breaking ability from corrupt guilds, ruthless executives, and a high-ranking investigator who blackmails him into a shadow contract, Jaxen takes up a silver invitation to the National Hunter Academy. Hidden right under everyone's noses, the ultimate underdog begins to silently hoard stat points, master his broken system, and climb the ranks.
They think he's just an unpolished gem with a lucky perception trait. They have no idea he’s already lived through their attacks ten seconds before they even think to swing.
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Chapter: Chapter 11: The volcanic depths The raid team consisted of eighteen people. A standard corporate C-Rank raid team.Everyone gathered, ready to hear the instructions of this mission.Jaxen kept a low profile, blending in with the rest of the squad .At the center of the formation walked Captain Bradley. He was a B-Rank Tanker, a massive guy wearing a full set of polished silver plate armor that practically flashed under the dim light of the tunnel entrance. He looked majestic, sure, but to anyone who actually knew the industry, it just looked like he was showing off corporate sponsorship.He raised a hand, calling the line to a halt."Listen up, everyone," Bradley barked, his voice bouncing off the damp stone walls. "Here's the deal. Inside this cavern is a massive obsidian deposit rich with pure mana. The goal is simple: harvest as much as we can carry before the dungeon collapses. Our
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Chapter: CHAPTER 10: The Corporate ShadowThe cool night air of the city streets was a welcome contrast to the stagnant, blood-scented humidity of the Gray Zone. Jaxen pulled his dark hoodie lower, blending seamlessly into the neon-lit throngs of pedestrians. To the average passerby, he was just another face in the crowd—a lean, inconspicuous young man with pitch-black hair and an unrevealing E-rank aura.Nobody looking at him now would guess that his bank account had just skyrocketed to 92,240 credits, or that the leader of the Skull Grinders was currently nursing a shattered jaw back in Old Man Vance's shop.He checked his wrist comm. The financial quest notification had officially cleared, leaving a satisfying green checkmark floating in his peripheral vision. But Jaxen didn't smile. In his world, solving one problem usually just meant unlocking the next difficulty tier.*"Now that the immediate debt is cleared, I need a sustainable way to access high-level dungeons without drawing the Association's eyes,"* Jaxen thought,
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Chapter: Chapter 9 : The Gray Zone ExchangeThe neon signature of the Lower East Sector didn't shine; it bled.Down here, miles away from the pristine, glass-shielded corporate plazas of Upper Manhattan, the smog was a physical presence. It rolled through the narrow, rain-slicked alleys like a toxic fog, carrying the scent of burning copper wire, heavy industrial grease, and the faint, unmistakable ozone sting of unstable dungeon mana. This was the Gray Zone. It was a sprawling, lawless labyrinth that existed right in the shadow of the New Horizon megastructures, a place where the Hunter's Association had zero jurisdiction, and the corporate syndicates only intervened when someone threatened their bottom line.Jaxen pulled the collar of his worn leather vest higher, his boots splashing through a puddle of water that glowed a faint, chemical green from a nearby leaking generator.Outwardly, he looked exactly like the desperate, exhausted E-Rank utility scout he had been for the last three years. His shoulders were slightly hunch
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Chapter: Chapter 8 : The price of a breathChapter 8: The Price of a BreathThe scent of sterile antiseptic and synthetic ozone always made Jaxen's stomach turn.St. Jude Corporate Hospital was less of a sanctuary for healing and more of a gleaming, high-tech fortress. Located on the outer ring of the Central Medical District, the towering glass structure was bathed in the harsh, rotating glow of neon advertisements promoting genetic therapy and premium neural implants. It was owned entirely by the Horizon Medical Syndicate—a major corporate ally of the Dawn Horizon Corporation.Jaxen walked through the sliding glass doors of the lobby, his boots squeaking softly against the polished white marble. He kept his hood low, conscious of the biometric scanners built into the ceiling corners. A faint silver pulse hummed beneath his skin as *[Chronostasis Veil]* held firm, feeding the hospital's security grid a completely falsified, unawakened E-Rank profile.He approached the reception counter, where a sleek, chrome-plated android re
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Chapter: Chapter 7 : The cellular limitChapter 7: The Cellular LimitThe neon glare of New Horizon City washed over Jaxen the moment he stepped out of the dungeon's armored decontamination transit.Towering skyscrapers stretched so high they pierced the permanent layer of smog blanketing the upper atmosphere. Massive holographic advertisements floated between the buildings, displaying high-ranking corporate hunters endorsing luxury cars, mana-infused energy drinks, and premium dungeon insurance. Below, the streets were a chaotic sprawl of sleek electric vehicles, overworked blue-collar citizens, and low-ranking mercenaries loitering outside weapon repair shops.Jaxen pulled his hood low, blending into the crowd of tired, dirt-stained utility workers leaving the raid sector. He walked quickly, bypassing the main mag-train lines, and slipped into a quiet, dimly lit alleyway behind a row of dilapidated cyber-clinics.He slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, clenching his jaw as a sudden, sharp tremor ran through hi
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The weight of an A-RankChapter 6: The Weight of an A-RankThe air inside the colosseum chamber grew suffocatingly dense.It wasn't the heat from the dead Calamity Beast's collapsed core that made the oxygen feel scarce—it was the raw, unadulterated mana radiating from Captain Robert, the leader of the Iron Vanguard's primary strike force. As an A-Rank Elite, Robert's presence was a physical weight. The ambient magical pressure caused the loose pebbles on the ground to vibrate, humming a low, threatening note.Behind Robert, ten elite hunters stood in a flawless semi-circle, their weapons drawn but lowered, their eyes darting between the colossal, frozen corpse of the Level 120 Crypt Weaver and Jaxen Vane."Repeat that, Garret," Captain Robert said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deep resonance that echoed off the damp stone walls. He didn't look at his crippled subordinate. His sharp, amber eyes remained locked entirely on Jaxen. "You're saying an E-Rank scout—a non-combat utility hire—cleared an A
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