2026-01-12 18:14:07[Skin Refining: Level 10 Complete.]
[Milestone achieved.]
[Physical body optimized for mortal limits.]
[New Objective: Exit chamber. Acquire food. Assess surroundings.]
Ronan stood.
He felt bigger, not bulkier, just… solid. Grounded. He tested himself without thinking, a jump, a twist in the air, a clean roll when he landed.
He blinked. “Whoa.”
Everything felt easier. Faster. His balance was perfect. His clothes hung loose, like they no longer quite belonged to him.
“Guess I lost more than bad habits,” he muttered.
He glanced at the stairwell. The blue glow on the walls was faint now, barely alive. Whatever power had been here was almost gone.
Time to leave.
He climbed the stairs, senses wide open. At the top, the massive wolf’s corpse still blocked part of the entrance. The smell hit him hard, rotting meat, waste, death.
He grimaced. “Yeah… that’s bad.”
But beneath it, he smelled more. Metal heavy blood. The sharp, wild scent of the beast’s fur. Wet earth and fresh air beyond the doorway.
Ronan paused, breathing it all in.
“The world smells different now,” he said quietly.
Ronan braced himself and shoved the wolf’s massive body.
Before, it would’ve been like trying to move a car. Now, with a low grunt, he dragged it just far enough to slip through the opening.
He froze.
“This… is bad.”
Central Park was wrecked. Trees were snapped in half. The ground was torn up, full of muddy craters. Dead beasts littered the area, spike furred boars, mossy raccoons with green venom still dripping from their mouths.
The fighting had moved south, toward the midtown barriers. Smoke climbed into the sky in thick black pillars.
But here?
Nothing.
The quiet pressed in on him.
His stomach twisted hard. “Great. Now I’m starving.”
The energy drink from earlier was gone. He needed real food. His eyes drifted back to the dead wolf.
A prompt flashed.
[Target analyzed: Steel Furred Wolf deceased.]
[Usable materials detected:]
Pelt (low grade, damaged)
Fangs (low grade)
Meat (edible, high protein, trace Aura)
Heart (valuable spiritual component)
Ronan swallowed. “You’re saying I can eat it.”
No response. Just facts.
He sighed. “Yeah… figures.”
He grabbed a sharp piece of broken stone from the rubble and knelt by the wolf. The hide was thick, tough as armor. But with his new strength and some effort, the stone cut through.
The meat underneath was dark. Almost purple.
Ronan leaned back, staring at it. “I really hope this doesn’t kill me.”
Ronan was still crouched over the wolf, trying to figure out how he was supposed to make a fire, when a voice cut through the quiet.
“Well, look at that. A scavenger who hit the jackpot.”
Ronan turned fast.
Three people stepped out from behind a shattered oak tree. Their gear didn’t match, bits of leather, metal plates strapped on wherever they fit. Their weapons were ugly and homemade, a pipe with a blade welded to the end, a length of heavy chain, and a sharpened piece of rebar.
They weren’t looking at Ronan.
They were staring at the wolf.
The one in front, a skinny guy with a scar pulled tight across his lips, smiled. “That’s a hell of a kill. You really take it down by yourself?” His eyes slid over Ronan’s loose clothes and lean build. “Or was it already dying when you found it?”
He laughed softly. “Tell you what. Why don’t you walk away, nice and easy. We’ll take care of the rest.”
Ronan’s heart thudded. Three of them. He felt stronger than before, but he’d never been in a real fight. Not like this.
A cold message flashed in his vision.
Three normal humans. Out of shape. Poor fighters.
Win chance: 91.3%.
The number helped. The way it was said did not.
Ronan straightened. “I’m not trying to start anything,” he said. “I just need some meat. There’s plenty here.”
The scarred man snorted. “That’s funny.” His smile vanished. “No. It’s all ours. Last chance.”
The man with the chain didn’t wait. He rushed forward and swung, the metal links cutting through the air in a wide, sloppy arc.
Ronan didn’t have time to think.
His body moved on its own.
He dipped under the swinging chain, the metal rushing past his head. Before the man could react, Ronan stepped in close and shoved him, his palm slamming into the man’s chest.
It wasn’t a punch.
It was just a push.
But it hit like a truck.
The man flew backward, the air exploding out of his lungs, and slammed into a tree. He slid down the trunk and didn’t move.
Dead quiet.
The scarred man and the one with the spear just stared, all the confidence draining out of their faces.
“C-cultivator,” the spearman whispered, his voice shaking.
Before either of them could move, another sound filled the air.
Slow. Steady.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Ronan turned.
A figure stepped out from behind a massive slab of broken sidewalk. He looked about Ronan’s age, but everything else about him screamed different. His clothes were clean, fitted, and strange, gray camo that shimmered faintly, like it wasn’t quite solid. His hair was perfect. His smile was calm and mocking.
“Not bad,” the stranger said casually. “Pretty impressive for a nobody.”
His eyes swept over Ronan. “Skin Refining… what, six? Seven?” He chuckled. “You’ve been hiding your progress.”
Ronan stayed quiet, a cold knot forming in his stomach. This wasn’t just some scavenger.
“I am Kaelen,” the young man said, voice calm but heavy, like he owned the world. “Of the Obsidian Line. We’re tracking the leader of this Tide. And you… you’re in my family’s hunting ground.”
His eyes, black as polished stone, flicked to the ruined entrance behind Ronan and back again, a smile spreading across his face, sharp, amused, dangerous.
“And it looks like you’ve found something… interesting,” Kaelen continued. “Something that doesn’t belong to you.”
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