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CHAPTER 88 PART 1
Travis watched Jason's silence with the patience of a man who had spent decades extracting answers from people who didn't want to give them."Before you say anything," Travis said, raising one hand, "I should tell you that the rumor isn't taken seriously by most people. And the reason for that has a name. James Walker."Jason's expression didn't change, but the name registered. He had heard it before. Fragments. Passing references in old news archives he had skimmed while researching the history of rifts and awakeners."James Walker," Travis continued, settling back in his chair, "claimed to be a returnee about ten years ago in California. He showed up at a Hunter Association regional office with detailed knowledge about dimensional rifts, mana hall structures, and demonic hierarchies that nobody on Earth should have possessed. The association took him seriously for about three weeks.""What happened?""He proved credible. Frighteningly so. He described things that matched classified
CHAPTER 87 PART 2
The USBC production offices occupied three floors of a glass tower in midtown, filled with the kind of controlled chaos that only television people seemed to thrive in. Assistants moved through the corridors carrying equipment and coffee in equal measure. Monitors lined the walls showing live feeds, editing timelines, and ratings dashboards that updated in real time. Jason found Travis Sutton's office at the end of the third floor hallway. The door was open. Travis was standing behind his desk with a phone pressed to his ear, waving Jason in with his free hand while wrapping up a call. "Yeah, confirm the equipment manifest for the Minerva departure. I want backup generators on the second car. No, not portable ones. The industrial units. Because the last time we used portables in a Red Field, the electromagnetic interference fried them in twenty minutes." He hung up and dropped the phone on his desk. "Jason. Good to see you. Sit down." Jason sat. The office was large but cluttered, e
CHAPTER 87 PART 1
By morning, the internet had made its decision.The footage from the Bronx spread across every platform within hours. Multiple angles, most of them shaky and partially obscured, but all of them capturing the same key moments. A small girl kicking a monster through a car. A man in a baseball cap catching her midair before she hit a crowd of civilians. The same man standing motionless while the Predator threw everything he had at him and failed to land a single blow.The comments sections exploded."That's Jason Ward. Same guy from Hawaii. He's definitely S rank. There's no way a normal person moves like that.""Forget Jason Ward. Who is that girl? She kicked an A rank monster fifteen meters. She looks twelve. TWELVE.""The age restriction on hunter registration is eighteen. If this kid is really that powerful, why isn't she allowed to debut? The rules are outdated garbage.""We're watching a man casually dodge attacks that killed a B rank hunter and you people want to talk about age re
CHAPTER 86 PART 2
The attack was savage and formless. Shim Chun-hoo abandoned technique entirely, swinging his bare fists in wild arcs fueled by corrupted demonic energy that bled off his body in dark, unstable waves. Each blow carried enough force to crater pavement, but none of them landed.Jason blocked the first strike with his open palm. The second he deflected with the back of his forearm. The third he sidestepped entirely, letting Shim Chun-hoo's momentum carry him past.He didn't counterattack. Not once. His movements were minimal, almost lazy, the calm, efficient dodging of someone who could end the fight in a single motion but had chosen not to.Vivie watched from the edge, her hands still ready, dark energy flickering at her fingertips. She could see what Jason was doing. He wasn't fighting Shim Chun-hoo. He was containing him. Absorbing the rage and the desperation without feeding it, letting the man exhaust himself against a wall that wouldn't break.Shim Chun-hoo threw a haymaker that mis
CHAPTER 86 PART 1
Vivie stood at the edge of the wreckage, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the two figures in the middle of the ruined street. Jason hadn't moved. Shim Chun-hoo hadn't moved. The sword lay on the ground between them like a line neither one intended to cross.She had heard every word.I'm dying. And I can feel every second of it.The statement itself wasn't what unsettled her. She had watched people die before. In her previous life as Vivian Cross, death had been a professional constant, something that happened around her with the regularity of weather. Hunters died. Civilians died. Monsters died. The math of their world was built on subtraction.But there was something in the way Shim Chun-hoo had said it that reached deeper than the words themselves. The specific horror of feeling your own body consume itself from the inside. The awareness that every breath was borrowed from a countdown you couldn't see. The knowledge that whatever you had been was being replaced, cell by cell, by
CHAPTER 85 PART 2
Shim Chun-hoo recognized him.Not the way a person recognizes a face from a photograph or a news broadcast. This was deeper. Cellular. The demonic power inside his collapsing body reacted to Jason's presence the way a compass needle reacts to north, swinging toward him with a pull that bypassed thought entirely.Jason felt it too. The air between them thickened. The ambient noise of the street faded into something distant and irrelevant. Shim Chun-hoo's aura was bleeding outward in ragged pulses, a mix of corrupted demonic energy and the remnants of whatever human mana he had been before the transformation. But underneath both layers, Jason sensed something else. Something that responded to his own energy with a resonance that made his skin prickle.The same signature. The same ancient, impossible source. The artifact that Seth had planted inside Shim Chun-hoo and the power that lived inside Jason's own body shared a common origin, and both of them could feel it.Shim Chun-hoo's lips
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