From a distance, their movements looked completely ordinary. One distributed ration packs while the other activated portable heating units beneath large metal food containers. But the moment nearby survivors stopped paying attention, one of the men slipped a small black vial from inside his sleeve. A few drops of colorless liquid disappeared silently into the heated food. The second man glanced around nervously. “…Are you sure about this?” “It won’t kill them immediately,” the first whispered back. “It only needs to weaken them.” “And the others?” “We follow orders.” The second man hesitated before nodding reluctantly. The battle had drained everyone physically and mentally. That was exactly why tonight mattered. They had waited until fear weakened the expedition completely before moving toward the next phase of their plan. Eventually, the food was distributed throughout the station. The portions were small. Thin heated rations barely enough to restore energy after eve

Miles stood near the tunnel entrance partially illuminated by flickering emergency lights, his expression calm as he looked at them. For a brief moment, genuine surprise crossed all three faces. “…You?” the scout muttered. The rifleman frowned immediately. “That’s impossible. You ate the food.” “Yes, I did “ Miles stepped forward slowly……“ Even though I knew it was poisoned.” Silence followed afterwards. The assassins exchanged brief glances. Then the tension eased slightly because now that the shock had passed They remembered who they were looking at was a porter. Nothing more. The scout let out a low laugh. “Well… that explains why you kept staring at us during the expedition.” Miles said nothing. The A-rank hunter narrowed his eyes slightly. “How long have you known?” Miles stopped several meters away from them. “Long enough.” The scout clicked his tongue irritably. “You were always a nosy little bastard.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Honestly, you’ve been irritating

shifted. Blood ran steadily down his side and along his arm, soaking into torn fabric, yet his posture remained steady as he exhaled slowly through controlled breathing. His eyes were no longer scanning randomly. The two hunters were in awe seeing the wounds on Miles' body closing up. “I can't let you guys live now that you have seen me like this.” Miles said as he locked his gaze on them…. “Not like I had the intention of keeping you alive anyways.” They two hunter become more wary and more focused The rifleman was the first to move. He raised his weapon again, attempting to reestablish distance control before Miles could stabilize fully. A suppressed burst of gunfire echoed through the terminal as bullets ripped forward in a tight pattern aimed directly at Miles’ chest and head. Miles did not retreat. He stepped forward into the fire. He slightly adjusted his head as the first bullet passed inches from his face. The second was about to his shoulder but was blocked with his

Each impact sent shockwaves through the terminal as both fighters refused to yield space. Miles took a direct hit to the ribs that cracked bone and forced blood from his mouth, but he immediately returned with a dagger strike that forced the hunter to block with a reinforced forearm, carving a deeper wound into his defense layer. Every injury he sustained was instantly healed and this infuriated the hunter. The A rank hunter finally grabbed Miles by the shoulder and threw him across the terminal. Miles skidded violently, leaving a trail of broken debris behind him before stopping near a collapsed rail structure. For a brief moment, he stayed still. Breathing heavier now. Blood dripping steadily. The A rank hunter walked forward slowly. “You are strong and that healing ability of yours is truly very annoying,” he admitted. “But you are still human so let's see if you will heal once I chop your head off.” He raised his sword slightly. Mana began compressing around his body

For a brief moment, both men remained locked in place. Then the hunter smirked. “You’re too slow now,” he said, his voice carrying renewed confidence. With a brutal twist of force, he threw Miles backward. Miles rotated in midair before landing in a low crouch several meters away. His boots scraped violently across the damaged floor as he stabilized himself, leaving long marks through the concrete. The hunter gave him no time to recover. He lunged forward with explosive speed that distorted the space between them. It did not look like teleportation, but the acceleration was so sudden that the distance separating them collapsed unnaturally. A heavy fist slammed directly into Miles’ guard. The impact exploded through the terminal like a small detonation and sent Miles skidding backward again. His boots dug deep into the fractured floor while he absorbed the force through his arms. Before he could fully regain balance, another attack came from a different angle. Then another.