Ali arrived at the gym, ready for training, when the system screen appeared before him:
[Side Quest: Defeat a Sea Ghoul and gain experience points + a new skill.] Confused, Ali stared at the message, unsure of what to do, until more details flashed across the screen: [Follow this map to locate the Sea Ghoul.] [Time limit: 5 hours.] Hesitation crept in. Was he ready to take this on alone? Maybe he should ask another Knight for backup. He decided to find Malik or Laith and so he hurried through the headquarters' halls, searching for them. As he wandered, he stepped into a vast, empty room. There, in the center, sat Marwan, his eyes were closed, he was silent. Ali approached him, he wanted to ask if he'd seen the others. In a flash, Marwan leapt up, sword swinging, sending Ali crashing into the wall. "What was that for?!" Ali yelled out, he was dazed from how strong the blow had been. Marwan smirked, looking down at him with a glint of suspicion. "I smell something on you" he said. "You're hiding some kind of dark power." "I don't know what you're talking about!" Ali shot back. "Don't play dumb,"Marwan sneered. "I saw you take down that shapeshifter alone. I was there. So tell me, how did you disappear?" Ali clenched his fists. "Stealth mode is one of my skills. That's all." Marwan's eyes narrowed. "You're pretending to be weak, but you're up to something. Hazim assigned me to watch you, not that he actually cares. The Association forced his hand. He only asked me to do it to shut them up. But I've seen enough to know you're hiding more." Ali's anger flared. He pushed himself up, meeting Marwan's gaze. "I'm not hiding anything, but you know what? Fine. If you're so determined to watch me, then come along. I was about to fight a Sea Ghoul, see for yourself if I'm hiding anything." Marwan's smirk widened. "Deal. But when I prove my suspicions right, don't expect mercy." A chill ran down Ali's spine, but he steeled himself. "Then let's go." Ali led Marwan toward the shore, where they rented a small motor boat. The water was eerily calm as they rowed farther out, the distant skyscrapers of the city shrinking behind them. After nearly an hour, Ali's holographic map flickered in his vision, marking their proximity to the Ghoul's lair. Marwan leaned against the boat's edge, his sharp eyes locked onto Ali. "How do you even know where this thing is?" he demanded, his voice dripping with skepticism. Ali kept his gaze on the water. "A fisherman who is a friend of mine was out here this morning. He heard... something. Ran back terrified. I figured I'd check it out." Marwan scoffed. "How Convenient. And yet" He gestured at their bareboat. " no nets, no sonar, no diving gear. Just you, trusting a hunch?" Ali clenched his jaw. "Have a little patience." In a flash, Marwan seized Ali by the collar, yanking him close. "Stop lying," he snarled. "Tell me how you found out about this thing, or I'll feed you to the Ghoul myself." Before Ali could respond a massive tentacle erupted from the water, slamming into the boat. Marwan reacted instantly, his sword flashing as he severed the limb with a clean strike. His armor had been activated since the moment they left the headquarters, it hummed with energy as he pivoted, deflecting another attack. Ali barely dodged a second strike, rolling across the deck "White Armor Activate!" he shouted. A surge of light enveloped him as his battle armor materialized, its pale plates locking into place. The sea churned. The Ghoul's monstrous form emerged, its remaining tentacles thrashing. Marwan shot Ali a glare. "You knew it was here. Now prove you're not just dead weight!" Ali gripped his weapon, heart pounding. "Fine. Watch closely, then tell me I'm hiding something." The Ghoul lunged. Ali slashed through the Ghoul's writhing tentacles, his blade a blur of motion. Yet no matter how many he severed, new ones sprouted in their place, slick with dark ichor. His breaths came heavy, his muscles burning with exhaustion. This isn't working, he thought. He needed a different approach. Activating his stealth mode, Ali vanished from sight, his form shimmering briefly before disappearing entirely. He turned to Marwan, his voice low but urgent. "I'm going for its head. If I can reach the brain, I might finish this." Marwan snorted, shaking his head. "And how exactly are you planning to get up there? Stealth mode doesn't let you walk on air, genius." Ali gritted his teeth. "You got a better idea?" A smirk curled Marwan's lips."Yeah. Follow my lead." Before Ali could argue, Marwan activated a new skill. His sword shimmered, elongating and reshaping into a long, flexible chain. With a powerful swing, he lashed it around one of the Ghoul's massive tentacles, using it to scale the monstrous appendage with surprising agility. Ali watched as Marwan reached the top, his sword reforming into its original shape mid-air. He raised it high, poised to strike the Ghoul's skull Then, in an instant, the creature's form twisted, its body warping unnaturally before vanishing entirely. Marwan's blade met empty air, and with a curse, he plummeted toward the dark water below. "Marwan!" Ali lunged, grabbing his arm just in time and hauling him back onto the remnants of their boat. Both men stood panting, scanning the churning waves for the Ghoul's return. "Where the hell did that thing go?" The screen flashed before Ali, revealing the Ghoul’s exact location. He and Marwan stood on the boat, swords in hand, the dark waters lapping against the wooden hull. The creature lurked beneath them, unseen but felt, a presence that sent a chill down their spines. Marwan tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles whitening. “We can’t just stab it and hope for the best,” he muttered. “There has to be a better way.” Ali’s eyes narrowed as a memory surfaced, a game from his childhood, a battle against a monstrous kraken. The solution had been simple then. "A crossbow," Ali said suddenly. Marwan frowned. "What?" "We need a giant crossbow," Ali explained, turning to him. "You can change your sword, right? Turn it into one." Marwan hesitated, then nodded. With a swift motion, his blade shimmered, elongating and reforming into a massive crossbow. He tested the weight, adjusting his stance. “Alright, now what?” Ali pulled out his light sword, its glow casting sharp reflections on the water. " This sword of mine is the answer. It doesn’t just cut, it blinds the target on impact." He met Marwan’s gaze. "When the Ghoul surfaces, you distract it. Keep its attention until it lets its guard down. Then, I’ll fire this sword like a bolt straight into it." Marwan’s jaw tightened. "That’s too risky. If we miss, or if it attacks before we’re ready..." "We don’t have a choice," Ali interrupted. "It’s now or never." A heavy silence settled between them. Then, the water stirred, a slow, ominous ripple. Marwan exhaled sharply. "Fine. But if this gets us killed, I’m blaming you." Ali smirked. "Noted." The Ghoul’s massive form began to rise from the depths, its jagged teeth glinting in the moonlight. Marwan raised the crossbow, his fingers steady. The real fight had just begun.Latest Chapter
Chapter 348 Striking Deals
The heavy silence in the dojang’s main hall was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of Seoul’s traffic and the soft, defeated groans from Marwan and Laith as they picked themselves up off the unforgiving wooden floor. They sat slumped against the wall, a trio of dejected would-be disciples. The grand narrative of their journey, seeking ancient wisdom at the hands of a legendary master had crumbled into the farcical reality of being effortlessly humiliated by a grumpy old man who seemed to view them as an annoying financial transaction.The minutes stretched into an hour. The initial shock of their defeat settled into a dull, gnawing frustration. It was Laith who finally broke the quiet, his voice a plaintive grumble. “I’m starving.”Marwan let out a long, weary sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet. He pushed himself up, his body protesting. “I saw a small supermarket a few blocks back when we were getting lost for the fifth time. I’ll go get some cheap ingredien
Chapter 347 The Face Off
The dawn in Seoul was a cold, grey affair, seeping into their sparse storage room through a single, high window. They woke to the distant sounds of a city already in motion, their bodies aching from the hard floor and the weight of disappointment. Without a word, they performed their wudu with bottled water in the tiny, icy bathroom, then laid out their prayer mats in a row on the dusty floor. The familiar, silent ritual of Fajr prayer in this strange, unwelcoming place was a small anchor, a piece of home they carried within them.After prayers, fueled by a mix of determination and a desperate need to prove their worth, they began their own warm-up. The main training hall, which they hadn't even properly seen the night before, was vast, empty, and freezing. Their breaths came out in plumes of white vapor as they started to run laps around the perimeter, the sound of their footfalls echoing in the hollow space. They moved through a rigorous regimen of dynamic stretches, push-ups, sit-u
Chapter 346 Meeting Master Kim
The transition from the familiar, sun-baked streets of their homeland to the vast, neon-drenched, orderly chaos of Seoul was a sensory shock that left all three of them reeling. Ali, Marwan, and Laith stumbled out of Incheon Airport into a world of towering glass spires, streams of immaculate traffic, and a language that sounded like rapid-fire music utterly devoid of meaning. Their confidence, built on dreams and duffel bags, began to crack at the edges within the first hour.The address for Master Kim Sung-kyu’s dojang, painstakingly written down by Hazim from a memory over a decade old, was their holy grail. It was supposed to be in the Mapo district, a place of traditional homes and old-school gyms.Navigating the efficient, yet utterly incomprehensible, Seoul subway system was their first trial. They missed stops, took trains in the wrong direction, and argued fiercely over the colorful, bewildering maps. By the time they emerged above ground in what they hoped was Mapo, they wer
Chapter 345 Training Trip To Korea
The air in the small apartment was thick with the scent of anticipation and fresh laundry. A half-packed duffel bag lay open on Laith’s bed, surrounded by neatly folded training gear, a Korean phrasebook, and a collection of well-worn martial arts manuals. Laith hummed a tuneless melody as he meticulously checked and re-checked his list, the thrill of the impending journey to Seoul a constant buzz under his skin. This was it. Training at the source. Meeting the legendary Master Kim. Finally stepping out of his brothers’ long shadows and into a forge of his own choosing.The front door opened and closed. Hazim’s familiar, solid footsteps echoed in the hallway. Laith bounded out of his room, his face alight with excitement. “Did you get it?”Hazim stood in the living room, looking slightly weary but with a softness around his eyes. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a thick, plain white envelope. He held it out to Laith
Chapter 344 The Group Grows
The return journey from the desolate train yard to the relative safety of the city was conducted in a heavy, contemplative silence. The three armored figures in the van, white, yellow, and crimson—were like statues, the adrenaline of the fight having bled away, leaving behind the cold residue of its implications. In the back, Professor Riyad huddled under a thermal blanket, shivering more from shock than cold.Once inside the secure confines of the guild headquarters, the oppressive quiet broke. The armor was stowed, replaced by the familiar weight of concern. They gathered in a spartan briefing room, a pot of strong tea steaming in the center of the table.Hazim leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the Professor. "We need to know everything, Professor. Did you see anything? Hear anything that might identify them? Their purpose?"Professor Riyad took a slow sip of tea, his hands trembling slightly. He shook his head, a gesture of profound frustration. "They had a hood over my head from
Chapter 343 Rescue Team
The air in Ali’s new apartment-turned-workshop was thick with the acrid scent of fear and failure, a stark contrast to the smell of solder and ambition that usually filled the space. Ali paced like a caged animal, his hands clenching and unclenching. Fadi was hunched over a terminal, his face pale in the glow of multiple screens. Haneen stood by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, a silent statue of worry.The door burst open, and Hazim and Laith entered, their arrival like a sudden, focused gust of wind. They didn't need to ask questions; Ali’s frantic call had painted the scene in stark, urgent colors."They took him," Ali said, the words raw. "I asked the Professor to come help me move the last of the heavy equipment from here to the new warehouse. We were loading the van, right out front. A black sedan. It just appeared. Two men jumped out, they were fast… too fast. They grabbed him, threw him in the back. I tried… I ran after them, I even threw a wrench at the re
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