2026-01-04 20:17:47[ Combat Awareness Awakened ]
[ Threat Assessment ] [ Robber #1: Gun in hand — Primary Threat ] [ Robber #2: Tall, carrying the bag — Slow reaction speed ] [ Robber #3: Lean, knife visible at waistband — Aggressive temperament ] [ Survival Probability: Direct Charge (14%) | Disruption Strategy (61%) ] Owen clenched his fists, staring the gunman straight in the eye. He wanted to question how the system knew so much about the robbers, but he pushed that thought aside. Right now, he had to focus on fighting and winning. “You got a death wish? I said get on the floor, now!” the gunman barked, pointing his weapon loosely at Owen. The cashier gasped. “No, please don’t,” she cried, her voice cracking. She turned to Owen and hissed through clenched teeth, “Get on the floor!” Owen ignored her. How could he trust someone who had tried to trap him? “Look,” he said, stepping closer to the gunman. His heart raced, but he forced it down, reminding himself that the system wouldn’t let anything happen to him. “Return the money and get out!” Without warning, the robber with the knife snorted and charged at Owen with terrifying speed. “I lost my patience with you the moment you opened your mouth.” The strike was fast, rough, and reckless, but Owen sidestepped just in time, avoiding a brutal blow by inches. The attacker swung again. Owen grabbed his wrist mid-swing and twisted it without mercy. As the man buckled, Owen drove his knee upward, smashing his nose, then finished with a powerful blow that knocked him unconscious. [ Impact: +10 EXP ] [ Strength Output: 71% (Temporary) ] [ Reflexes: 30% ] Before Owen could even let the body fall, the gunman fired. The bullet tore through the wall inches from Owen’s head. Dust filled the air as Owen rolled violently across the floor, narrowly dodging another shot. “Stop!” the cashier screamed. A single glare from the man holding the money bag froze her in place. She trembled like a naked child in the cold. In the same instant, the gunman shifted his aim toward her. Fast and deadly, he shouted, “Shut up!” The word came with a gunshot. The bullet ripped through the air toward the cashier at nearly six hundred meters per second. Then something impossible happened. [ Critical Alert! ] [ Sonic Speed — Activated ] [ Warning: Severe fatigue possible ] Owen didn’t have time to respond. The system had already acted. Time slowed. So much that Owen could see the bullet drifting forward, inch by inch, toward the cashier. He moved. Owen vaulted over the counter, grabbed her, and shoved her out of the bullet’s path. The world snapped back to normal as the shot slammed into the wall behind her. [ Impact: +30 EXP ] “What?!” The gunman stared in disbelief. There was no way Owen could have crossed that distance in time. He exchanged a stunned glance with the remaining robber. The cashier lay on the floor, shaking uncontrollably, until she realized an arm was wrapped around her, it was Owen’s arm. Before she could react, Owen pushed himself upright. He drew the gun he had taken earlier from the cop and fired. The shot was clean as it struck the gunman square in the knee. The man screamed as excruciating pain tore through him. His gun clattered to the floor as he collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. Owen stared in amazement. It felt like something straight out of an action movie. But just as the system warned, his head grew hazy. His vision blurred. He had moved at a speed no living being should survive. With the last shred of strength left, Owen turned the gun on the final robber. “Please!” the man cried, throwing the bag onto the counter and raising his hands. “Don’t shoot... I beg you, I...” He didn’t finish, instead, he spun on his heel and bolted for the door, fleeing with a cowardly scream. At the same moment, Owen’s body went numb. His legs failed and he collapsed behind the counter, the gun slipping from his grasp. Silence fell, and the cashier stood frozen, hands clamped over her mouth, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Strangely, not a single hotel guest emerged from their rooms. Cowards, she thought. Her gaze drifted down to Owen’s unmoving body beside her legs. “Oh my God,” she whispered. His chest rose and fell faintly, but enough, at least he was alive. She slid down against the counter, her mind replaying everything. The bullet. The impossible speed. The way he had thrown himself in front of her without hesitation. “He saved me,” she whispered. The sound of approaching sirens snapped her back to reality. “Oh no—the cops!” Earlier, before everything went wrong, she had called them. The news. The reward. It had been too tempting and now she regretted it. Owen might be a fighter, but he wasn’t someone she wanted to turn in. “Please don’t die,” she murmured, tears burning her eyes. “I’m so sorry—please don’t—” She froze, and her gaze darted around the lobby. “Room 23,” she whispered. “Oh Lord, give me strength.” Without hesitation, she hooked Owen’s arm over her shoulder and dragged him across the floor. Heavy footsteps approached the entrance as she struggled down the hallway. “Hurry,” she muttered. Her hands shook as she unlocked Room 23. She pulled Owen inside, laid him on the bed, turned off the lights, locked the door, and rushed back to the lobby just as the officers entered. “What happened here?” one cop asked, taking in the chaos. “I was robbed,” the cashier said. “They came in with guns and knocked out the guards. I thought I was going to die.” The officers exchanged sharp looks. One knelt beside the wounded robber. “This shot was precise,” he muttered, calling for an ambulance. “Where’s the shooter?” another officer asked. The cashier shrugged. “There was a fight among them. They shot at each other, and the last one ran when he heard the sirens.” “And you survived?” She nodded. “I don’t know how. I was terrified.” The officer studied her. Something felt off, but she was shaking, her voice breaking, every sign of genuine trauma. “Dispatch said you called about the young man on the news,” he said. “Where is he?” She swallowed, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “He ran. I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop him.” “No,” the officer said gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Your life matters more.” He turned to his team. “Get her a medic—” “No need,” she interrupted. “I’m going home. I’ll be fine there.” The officer nodded. “Alright.”
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11. Masked guest 2
The next morning arrived fast, too fast for Owen. He had spent most of the night thinking through the plan, and as soon as he was up, he checked the system for any notification, but got none. He had barely finished washing up when the doorbell chimed, and before he could even reach for the handle, the door opened smoothly.“Owen?” A man stepped in slowly. It was not the butler this time, but the man whom he had been expecting since Hudson’s departure last night.He was tall, lean, and dressed in a charcoal-gray suit that fit too well. His movements were efficient, his eyes sharp and calculating. He looked like the kind of man that billionaires would hire to walk around with them as an assistant or a protocol officer.“I’m here for your preparation,” he said calmly. “You can call me Marcus.”Owen nodded slowly. “I was expecting you. Not quite sure what I need to be prepared for, but I am ready. Talking?”Marcus allowed a faint smile. “Amon
10. Masked guest 1
Owen had quite an experience spending the day at Hudson’s home. Although he stayed indoors for the majority of the day and did not get to meet other members of the family, the other treatments were far too astounding. The butler often came in to check up on him for no reason in particular. He brought a few clothes here and there, food when necessary, and even suggested that Owen take a walk around the estate since it was secured and whatever happened within was under Hudson’s control but Owen declined. The sky outside had already darkened when a sudden knock came. Owen looked up from the edge of the bed, wondering what else the butler had come to suggest to him.“Come in,” he said almost dismissively. The door opened, and Hudson stepped inside, Owen’s eyes widening. He was adjusting his cufflinks and looked ready for a corporate dinner or who knows where. He carried himself with the same composed ease, yet there was something about hi
9. Probability of Trap
Owen felt uneasy after his conversation with Hudson. He managed to eat breakfast without choking, but even after returning to the room, the weight of Hudson’s words crashed down on him. The silence in the mansion only made things worse than they already were.He stood alone in the guest room, staring at his reflection in the tall mirror, thinking about a deal that could either change his life or ruin it entirely. Accepting the challenge was one thing, but accomplishing the mission was another. Brad was the heir of an influential family, and he? Well, all he had was eleven million dollars in his name, which was nothing compared to the Luthersons’ worth. Not yet, at least.“So,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, “now you’re just quiet, huh?”[Sovereign Reclamation System – Active][Initializing Task Clarification Protocol]Owen exhaled deeply. Finally, he was going to get the explanation he needed. “Good,” he said, walking back to the bed and staring at the blue holographic sc
8. This is power
Owen woke up to silence. The drive through the night had been very long, and he genuinely had not trusted the man he was in the car with, but the system had insisted that he stayed until they arrived at what appeared to be an estate. Through the gate, he had been greeted by a luxurious mansion, guided inside the building by a security guard, and then a maid had led him to the room where he had spent the night. The ceiling above him when he woke was elegant; he had not quite taken in the scene the night before. The windows were draped with silk curtains, and the wooden floor glistened in its polished state. Just before he sat up, there was a slight knock on the door before it opened without a sound. “Good morning, Mr. Owen. I trust you slept well?” the man who stepped in said with a slight bow. He was tall, elderly, and dressed in a black suit with white gloves. His gesture was calm and professional, and Owen seemed to recognize him from the night before. “You served me tea l
7. I know you
[ Task Completed ] [ Accumulated EXP: 40 ] [ Total EXP: 80 ] [ Strength: 4% permanently increased ] [ Endurance: 2% permanently increased ] [ Reward: $10,000,000 ] Owen woke up slowly to the system’s display. He wasn’t sure how long he had been unconscious, but he was certain of one thing—ten million dollars was a lot of money. “Damn… I’m rich,” he muttered. There was no time to imagine everything he could do with it, not when he couldn’t recognize where he was. The mattress beneath him was soft, and the air smelled fresh—nothing like the cheap hotel he had intended to book. His gaze swept across the room. It was elegant, with a cute chandelier hanging above. It looked like it belonged to a wealthy princess. Whose room is this? he wondered. Then his eyes landed on a framed photo on the wall, and realization struck. He remembered the fight, the speed, the bullets and the way she had screamed. Now he was lying in her room, on her bed. “The cashier?” Owen whispered, stunned.
6. Sonic speed
[ Combat Awareness Awakened ][ Threat Assessment ][ Robber #1: Gun in hand — Primary Threat ][ Robber #2: Tall, carrying the bag — Slow reaction speed ][ Robber #3: Lean, knife visible at waistband — Aggressive temperament ][ Survival Probability: Direct Charge (14%) | Disruption Strategy (61%) ]Owen clenched his fists, staring the gunman straight in the eye. He wanted to question how the system knew so much about the robbers, but he pushed that thought aside. Right now, he had to focus on fighting and winning.“You got a death wish? I said get on the floor, now!” the gunman barked, pointing his weapon loosely at Owen.The cashier gasped.“No, please don’t,” she cried, her voice cracking. She turned to Owen and hissed through clenched teeth, “Get on the floor!”Owen ignored her. How could he trust someone who had tried to trap him?“Look,” he said, stepping closer to the gunman. His heart raced, but he forced it down, reminding himself that the system wouldn’t let anything happe
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