2026-04-06 19:40:40Lin Feng's POV
The invisible edge didn't just cut, it erased. The beast’s head fell to the left, its body to the right, the cauterized wound puffing out a cloud of black ash instead of blood. [Kill Confirmed: Gravel-Dog (Tier 0).] [Reward: 50 Agony Points.] The other two dogs paused, their primal instincts screaming at them that something was wrong. But the smell of my rotting flesh was too enticing. They charged together. I didn't move with the grace of a warrior. I moved with the desperation of a man who had already died once. I swung the Phantom Rib in a wide, clumsy arc. The blade sliced through stone and bone alike. In seconds, the tunnel was silent again, save for the sound of my own heavy breathing and the steady drip-drip of the pus from my shoulder hitting the floor. I slumped against the wall, the invisible blade dissolving back into my skeleton. I needed to eat. I looked at the carcasses, my stomach churning. "Well, well. The rat has a sting." A flicker of torchlight illuminated the far end of the tunnel. A man stepped forward, clad in the leather armor of the High-Talent Guard. It was Kenan, one of Young Master Shen’s personal dogs. He held a heavy mace that hummed with Tier-2 Earth mana. "Master Shen was worried the dogs would be too quick," Kenan sneered, his eyes scanning my broken form. He didn't see the Phantom Rib, he only saw a dying boy and three dead mutts. “He wanted me to make sure you felt every minute of your final hour. Commoners shouldn't have the dignity of a quick death." He stepped over the bisected remains of the Gravel-Dogs, his mace glowing a deep, heavy brown. "Look at you," Kenan laughed, raising the weapon. "Starving, bleeding, and marked. You really thought you could be something, didn't you?" I didn't answer. I stayed on the ground, my head bowed. I could have drawn the blade again. I could have tried to gut him as he approached. But 50 points per dog wouldn't get me through the Extermination Trials. I needed a catalyst. I needed the "Hunter" to provide the "Prey" with a reason to ascend. "What's the matter, Lin Feng? No clever words left?" Kenan brought the mace down, not at my head, but at my outstretched arm. CRACK. The sound of my radius and ulna snapping echoed through the cavern like a gunshot. I let out a scream that was only half-faked. The pain was a white-hot spear that traveled straight to my brain. [HEAVY TRAUMA DETECTED: FRACTURED RADIUS/ULNA.] [BONUS MULTIPLIER: 'SADISTIC OVERFLOW' DETECTED.] [Points Harvested: 8,000.] "That’s one," Kenan grinned, his face twisting with a sick, voyeuristic pleasure. "Let’s see how many snaps it takes to make you beg for the finish." He raised the mace again, aiming for my ribs. Spin, I commanded the void in my mind. Give me the price for this arm. The blood-red Gacha wheel appeared, spinning with such violence that the weeping eyes on the interface began to bleed. The needle blurred past 'Iron Skin' and 'Stone-Wall Parry.' It was hunting for something darker, something that matched the malice in Kael’s eyes. [TOTAL POINTS EXPENDED: 10,000.] [EXECUTING 'DESPAIR-GRADE' PULL...] The wheel stopped dead on a black-and-violet icon depicting a hand crushing a glowing heart. [CONGRATULATIONS!] [You have obtained the 5-Star Skill: "Soul-Devouring Counter".] [Type: Reactionary Passive (Level 1).] [Description: When a killing blow or heavy strike is delivered, you may sacrifice the energy of the impact to momentarily paralyze the attacker’s soul. Duration: 7 seconds. Cost: 5% Vitality.] Kenan swung. The mace whistled through the air, aimed directly at my charred chest, backed by the full weight of a Tier-2 Earth-Elementalist. I didn't dodge. I leaned into it. The mace connected with my sternum. I felt the air leave my lungs, felt my vision go black at the edges as my ribs groaned under the pressure. But instead of being crushed, the kinetic energy hit a wall of dark, violet mist that erupted from my skin. The mace stopped mid-swing. Kenan's eyes went wide. His pupils shrunk to pinpricks, his body suddenly locking into a rigid, trembling statue. [SOUL-DEVOURING COUNTER ACTIVATED.] [Target: Kenan (Tier 2) - Paralyzed.] I looked up. My broken arm hung limply at my side, and blood was leaking from my mouth, but the grin I gave him was the most terrifying thing in that tunnel. "You're right, Kenan," I whispered, my voice thick with the iron taste of my own blood. "Commoners shouldn't have a quick death." I reached into my chest, the Phantom Rib emerging with a low, predatory hum. "So I'm going to take my time with yours." Behind Kenan, the shadows of the tunnel seemed to lengthen, the Tablet in my pocket pulsing with a hunger that was no longer just mine. It was the Tablet's first real meal. [TARGET ACQUIRED: TIER-2 SOUL.] [ESTIMATED HARVEST: LEGENDARY.]
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