2026-11-05 22:00:58The final bell rang across the schoolyard like a death knell.
Arthur kept his head down and walked fast, hands jammed into his pockets, shoulders hunched. Don't look at anyone. Don't talk to anyone. Get home, lock the door, and think.
The crowd parted around him the way a river parts around something dead. Students who had mocked him on the platform now looked through him, already bored. Nothing was more forgettable than a trash System.
He almost made it to the gate.
"Hey. You. Garbage. Stop right there."
The voice hit his back like a thunderclap. Every hair on his neck stood up, the primal instinct of a rabbit that feels a snake's eyes on it.
Arthur turned around slowly.
Victor.
The only son of the Blood Axe Gang's boss, king of the Ninth District's streets, and for the past three years, Arthur's personal tormentor. The orphan's memories supplied the highlights: a broken rib in second year, a bucket of sewage over his head in third, a hundred small humiliations in between. To Victor, Arthur had never been a person. He was a punching bag that happened to breathe.
But today, something about him was wrong.
His muscles had swollen, straining his gray uniform at the seams. Veins bulged along his neck like cables. His eyes burned a dull, feverish red, and the air around him seemed to shimmer with heat.
A freshly awakened combat System, and he couldn't contain the overflow. Arthur remembered that much from the orphan's life: newly awakened A-ranks were dangerous for days, drunk on their own power.
Arthur forced his voice to stay level. "Master Victor. Something I can do for you?"
"A-rank Berserker Martial System." Victor cracked his neck and strode forward, each step cracking the concrete under his boots. "I'm in a good mood today, trash. So I'll make you an offer."
He stopped a single step away, looking down with a cruel, pleased smile.
"I heard you got a life-class System. Pathetic. Get on your knees and lick the mud off my boots, and I won't break your legs today."
Laughter rippled around them. Someone whistled. A ring of students had formed at a safe distance, watching, whispering, nobody stepping in. Nobody ever did.
Two of Victor's gang stood at the edge of the ring with their arms folded, the Blood Axe tattoo black on their forearms, waiting to see how long it would take.
Kneel. Lick his boots.
Arthur's mind went white.
But he did the math anyway, the cold, desperate arithmetic of a man with no cards. Victor was A-rank. One punch would turn Arthur's skull into paste. He had no System, no skill, no weapon, no allies. No way to run, either. Victor was faster and stronger, and his gang waited at every corner of the Ninth District.
Fight? With what?
Kneel? If he knelt once, he would be kneeling for the rest of his life, however long that turned out to be.
Then there was only one move left.
Bluff.
Arthur looked up. Slowly, the fear drained from his face, and something else took its place. His eyes went red at the edges, veined with madness. And instead of backing away, he took a step forward.
Then another.
He lifted his own head to meet the iron fist that could shatter boulders.
"Do it."
His voice was soft at first. Then it cracked into a roar.
"Hit me! Right here!" He jabbed a finger against his own temple, hard enough to leave a mark. "Come on, Victor! Put your back into it! If you don't kill me today, you're my grandson!"
Inside, his heart was trying to claw its way out through his ribs. His knees were water. If Victor swung, he would die on the spot, and he knew it. So he made sure his eyes didn't blink.
He started to laugh. His mouth stretched wide, wider than it should, a twisted, bloodthirsty grin carved across his face.
"My passive skill has been starving for a high-level physical strike! One punch from you and I take your whole family with me!" His voice cracked with manic joy. "What a bargain! Hurry up! Make my day!"
Victor's fist stopped.
Less than a centimeter from the tip of Arthur's nose, the fist that could have crushed his head simply... stopped.
Victor stared at the grinning, red-eyed lunatic in front of him, and a chill crawled up his scalp.
The second iron law of this world hung over him like a blade. Systems were hidden. No one knew what anyone else carried. And this useless orphan, who had sat in front of a silent awakening stone for a full minute... what if he wasn't useless at all? What if he'd bound something that only triggered when he was hurt? A suicide System? A mutual-destruction System? A System that dragged the attacker down with him?
Victor had a bright future. He was not going to die for a punching bag.
"Psycho," Victor spat, jerking his fist back and retreating three full steps. "You're a damn psycho."
"Trying to scam me into triggering your skill? Dream on!" His voice came out louder than he meant it to, trying to cover the tremor under it. "You wait. Once we're outside the walls, I'll find a way to kill you. Nobody will see."
He threw the threat at Arthur's feet, turned, and walked off. He didn't quite run. But it was a close thing.
The ring of students dissolved in silence. Nobody laughed. A few glanced back at Arthur with confused, unsettled eyes.
Arthur held his grin until the last pair of boots had left the yard. Then his legs gave out.
He dropped onto the concrete and retched, emptying what little his stomach held. His whole body shook. His fingers were icy. His shirt clung to his back like wet paper.
He had won. He had gambled his life on a rule he had learned barely an hour ago, and the world's own paranoia had saved him.
His hands wouldn't stop shaking. He pressed them flat against the cold concrete until the trembling eased.
But he wasn't stupid. Victor wouldn't forget. A snake that had been humiliated in public didn't stay scared. It waited, and then it struck.
Beyond the city walls, there were no rules and no witnesses.
And Arthur still had no System, no power, and no way to fight back.
A dead end.
He wiped his mouth with a trembling sleeve and forced himself to stand.
He had to find a way out. Tonight.
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