All Chapters of One Day Early: My Infinite Card System: Chapter 11
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11 - Closing the net
William remained a shadow in the darkness, the beam of Thomas’s sputtering candle stub the only source of light illuminating the older man’s face. The silence stretched, thick and charged, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical hum of the Craft Table a few dozen meters behind William.“Thomas,” William finally replied, his voice a low, gravelly sound honed by past combat. He kept his tone neutral, offering nothing, but the acknowledgement was a necessary courtesy in the face of such unsettling knowledge. “You know my name, my power, and my plans. That usually means you’re either very foolish or very dangerous.”Thomas chuckled, a dry, rattling sound that ended in another hacking cough. He stamped out the small candle flame with his foot, plunging them both back in
12 - Underwater Reaper
The distant rumble of the diesel engine and the sharp chick-chick of the Iron Dogs’ C-Grade rifles confirmed the net was closing. William had only seconds to act. The Fulton Ferry Landing was exposed, and the three scouts were sweeping directly toward his hiding place behind the concrete piling.He instantly discarded the "Aggressive Diversion" option. Using the Lightning Seed would create a spectacular but localized blast, but the ensuing chaos would bring the full force of the Iron Dogs—a known C-Grade faction—down on him. He needed silence, not spectacle. His objective wasn't to fight a war; it was to escape to the sea and activate the Luxury Yacht Card
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13 - Hounds on a hunt
The sound of the main force was not a quiet approach; it was a brazen, confident roar. It was the sound of undisputed local power.William, suspended three meters beneath the polluted surface of the East River, felt the powerful thrumming vibration through the water, a stark warning that his window for a quiet exit was slamming shut. He held the Luxury Yacht Card (B), his thumb hovering over the activation rune.Wait.His mind flashed back to the future, to the reports of the Iron Dogs’ ultimate destruction. It wasn't an external force that eventually wiped them out; it was internal betrayal, a sudden power vacuum, and the seizure of key assets. And the most key asset, the one that kept their legendary, undying leader in power, was said to be sto
14 - master mind
Suspended in the cold, oily brine beneath the decaying pier, William remained motionless. The violet beacon of the Celestial Sniper Skill (L) card resting on the oil drum was the only light in the oppressive gloom, casting a faint, unearthly sheen on the water's surface. The Iron Dogs’ armored vehicles idled on the road above, their crews silently searching the landing strip for signs of their fallen comrades.William’s initial assumption—that Thomas was a mere intelligence broker relying on a niche Mana-sensing skill—had shattered. Thomas's parting comment, his calmness amidst the impending arrival of the Iron Dogs, and his detailed knowledge of the B-Grade suit's crafting process revealed a terrifying truth.The so-called F-Grade Mana Residue Sense Thomas claimed to possess was a lie. Such a low-grade skill couldn't have detected the B-Grade synthesis of the Trench Diver Suit over the massive S-Grade signature of the Lightning Seed use. It was a massive, calculated diversion.The Ir
15 - map master
The chilling water of the East River no longer touched William. The Luxury Yacht Card (B) remained safely recarded in his Item Box, its activation postponed. He had returned to the suffocating darkness of the subway tunnels, his heart hammering not from fear, but from the realization of the incredible systemic power he had just neutralized.He was back on the battlefield, not for revenge, but for the loot he knew Thomas, the true phantom master of the Iron Dogs, would never leave behind. The execution of Thomas had confirmed a profound reality: William’s past life had been dangerously naive. The terrifying, immortal Iron Dogs leader was just a sickly man in the dark, leveraging unparalleled utility skills to achieve total strategic dominance. The true measure of Thomas’s power wasn't the brute strength of his puppets, but his untouchable, remote-control command structure. William realized this entire network of evil was reliant on a cache of system utilities he now needed to claim.Usi
16 - Million tote
The transition from the subterranean gloom of the subway tunnels to the open, polluted air of the riverfront was jarring. William, sealed within the stealth of his augmented Hazmat and Trench Diver Suits, emerged near the decaying waterfront of the Atlantic Basin, a vast, U-shaped stretch of former shipping channels in Red Hook, Brooklyn.This area was historically the nexus of US Army logistical distribution for the entire northeastern seaboard. Now, the sprawling waterfront—a ruin of rusted cranes, half-submerged barges, and colossal concrete piers—was the rumored nexus of something far more critical: a Legendary Drop Zone.William had charted a course across the East River in his war-prepped yacht, setting it on autopilot before warping out to ensure no one tracked his point of origin. He had approached the Brooklyn shore by foot, moving through the thick, overgrown thickets that now coated the former shipping yards.He moved with the practiced silence of a ghost, his mind a steel t
17 - ghost out
The silence was the only thing more absolute than the cold fury in Heinz Wong’s eyes.He had just finished a brutal, high-mana duel, his breath still ragged, his plain, non-carded steel sword still dripping Tyrant Drake ichor. He stood before a fresh corpse and a swirling column of black, smoking symbiote residue—the undeniable fallout of an S-Grade strike. And standing at the epicenter was William, breathing heavily in his armored suit, clutching nothing, but radiating the subtle, residual shimmer of a successful Legendary item acquisition.Wong was a master of combat, not stealth, but his tactical mind was lightning fast. He hadn’t seen William approach, nor had he heard the killing blow over the Tyrant Drake’s death throes. But he had seen the smoke, smelled the ionized air, and read the silent story of a competitor who had bypassed the Vajra Sword and snatched the other, deeper prize.Wong’s grip tightened on his sword. It was an instinctive movement, the prelude to the fastest, de
18 - black widow
The present was a necessary masquerade. Cecelia Wu sat in the ambient warmth of her fortified safe zone, a luxury tent erected on the roof of a structurally sound, abandoned warehouse in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. She was overseeing the preparation of a highly palatable ration meal for her sister and the twins. Her focus, however, was miles away, tracking the chaotic mana signature emanating from the Red Hook waterfront.William had succeeded. The residual energy suggested a high-grade utility item had been acquired, a sudden spike of S-Grade power followed by a massive, almost instantaneous mana purge. The Million Tote was in play.Cecelia smiled faintly, her eyes fixed on the digital map overlay of her HUD. She had steered
19 - the price of order
The violet light of the descending Legendary drop was blinding, a spotlight on the final, agonizing seconds of the world’s most sought-after melee weapon.Heinz Wong did not look at it. His focus remained laser-sharp on the black, smoking residue of the Symbiote Tide and the fresh corpse of the thief. The man who stood at the center of the carnage, the one in the heavy, augmented combat suit, had just performed an impossible feat: he had triggered an S-Grade kill, survived the resulting ecological backlash, and vanished completely without a trace of movement or sound.A ghost.Wong’s grip on his non-carded steel longsword tightened until his knuckles were white. The silence from the figure in the suit had been more unnerving than any challenge. It was
20 - silent harvest
The dawn of the new week heralded a new phase in the apocalypse. The initial gold rush—the frantic, desperate scramble for low-grade weapon and food cards scattered across the urban ruins—was over. Now, a stark, profound divergence of strategic thought settled upon the two most powerful figures operating in the Eastern United States. One was seeking absolute control over people; the other, absolute control over time itself.The Architect of AbundanceWilliam, the ghost who walked between futures, was operating with the cold, silent efficiency of a planetary terraformer. He had dismissed the chaos of New York City as a temporary, volatile resource pool. True power, he knew, lay in self-sufficiency—the ability to ignore the System’s inherent fragility and build a civilization from the ground up.His destination was the American Breadbasket.Using the silent, reinforced hull of his Luxury Yacht (B), William had utilized navigable waterways to penetrate deep into the continent’s heartland,