Chapter 5
Author: Wade Wilson
last update2026-01-06 05:59:27

Adrian stood atop the clock tower, chest heaving, fingers curling around the new gauntlet. The city stretched out before him like a living puzzle, streets and alleys twisting in every direction. The thrill of victory still pulsed in his veins, but the system’s next notification cut through his exhilaration like a whip:

New Task Available: Return home without sustaining injury. Bonus reward for completion under 10 minutes.

Adrian groaned. Of course. Just when he thought he could savor the moment, the system reminded him that progress wasn’t measured in admiration—it was measured in challenges and numbers.

“Right… careful… fast… careful… fast…” he muttered to himself, trying to organize his thoughts. He adjusted the gauntlet and stepped onto the spiral staircase, counting each step deliberately.

Agility check: minor wobble detected. Maintain balance. +0.2 Agility.

Descending was trickier than climbing. His legs quivered under the strain, the narrow steps forcing him to concentrate with laser focus. One misstep could mean a sprained ankle or worse. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he gritted his teeth, moving carefully but efficiently.

Finally, he reached the street outside the tower. The city’s chaos greeted him: honking cars, cyclists weaving between pedestrians, and an impatient delivery man shouting obscenities at a red light. Adrian froze, calculating the safest path home.

Optional Bonus: Complete journey in under 10 minutes.

He started jogging, long legs eating up the pavement. His movements were deliberate—dodging pedestrians, leaping over small obstacles, sidestepping wet patches and uneven sidewalks. Every step earned him small pings from the system:

Endurance +0.3. Agility +0.2.

He rounded a corner and nearly collided with a mother pushing a stroller. A quick sidestep saved both of them. Agility +0.3. Bonus noted.

A group of teenagers on scooters whizzed past, forcing him to adjust his stride mid-leap over a low curb. His heart pounded. Adrenaline surged. Endurance +0.2.

Five minutes in, the familiar streets of his neighborhood came into view. His apartment building loomed ahead, deceptively ordinary and comforting. He kept running, ignoring the burn in his legs, focusing on the task: reach the front door, intact, under ten minutes.

He swung open the door and stumbled into the lobby, chest heaving, coffee still in hand. The system chimed enthusiastically:

Task Complete. No injury sustained. Time: 9:47. Reward: Endurance +1, Agility +1, Currency: $50. Bonus: +10% stat gain for next 24 hours.

Adrian collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath, feeling an incredible mix of exhaustion and triumph. Every muscle screamed, but every ache was a badge of achievement. The gauntlet on his hand felt like an extension of his own body, humming with latent potential.

“I can’t believe I just… ran through the city like some… superhero wannabe,” he muttered, laughing between pants.

The system’s next message appeared with dry commentary:

“Congratulations. You survived your first urban endurance challenge without incident. You may now rest, reflect, and consider the fact that the next challenge will not be so forgiving.”

Adrian sank deeper into the couch, letting the warmth of the apartment wash over him. For the first time, he didn’t feel invisible. He felt… capable. Stronger. And, most importantly, he was aware that the system wasn’t just a game—it was a ladder. Step by step, task by task, he was climbing toward someone entirely new.

The city continued to hum outside, oblivious to the lanky man who had just tested himself against it—and won. Adrian Vale smiled. Tomorrow, he would get stronger. Smarter. Better. And this time, there was no ceiling to what he could achieve.

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