2026-04-06 19:41:05Lin Feng's POV
The damp stone of the Gravel-Run seemed to pulse in time with my shattered arm. Kenan stood frozen, his eyes wide and vibrating with a primal, soul-deep terror. The violet mist of the [Soul-Devouring Counter] snaked up his arms like hungry vines, turning his tan skin a sickly, translucent grey. "My... mana..." Kenan managed to choke out, his voice sounding like it was being dragged through gravel. "What are you... doing to me?" "I’m not doing anything, Kenan," I whispered, the [Phantom Rib] hovering inches from his throat, though he couldn't see the invisible blade. "The Void is just hungry. And you brought a feast." I could feel it. The Tier-2 Earth mana he had spent a decade cultivating was being ripped from his meridians. It didn't flow into me like a refreshing spring; it hit my core like molten lead. My [Devouring Void-Body] groaned under the pressure, the "Zero-Percentile" vacuum in my soul finally finding something to grind into dust. [MANA ABSORPTION IN PROGRESS...] [Target: Kenan (Tier 2 Elementalist).] [Conversion Rate: 100% Efficiency (Void-Attribute).] [Physical Strength: +300% (Surge)] "Your parents were dogs," Kenan hissed, even as his knees began to buckle under the soul-paralysis. "They died in the mud, just like you. A Commoner... playing at being a cultivator... it’s an insult to the heavens." The mention of my parents didn't trigger a burst of hot rage. It triggered a cold, clinical curiosity. I wondered how much "Agony" I could harvest from his fear if I took my time. [CRITICAL EMOTIONAL TRIGGER: PARENTAL INSULT.] [LUCK MULTIPLIER: 2x.] [POINTS HARVESTED: 1,500.] I didn't use the [Phantom Rib]. That was too clean. Too quiet. For the first time in my life, I felt the heavy, intoxicating weight of power coiling in my muscles. I let the invisible blade dissolve back into my marrow. I stood up. My broken arm gave a wet, sickening thud as the bones knit themselves together, forced into place by the sheer pressure of the stolen mana. I towered over Kenan as he fell to his knees, the paralysis finally breaking, replaced by a crushing spiritual weight. "You talk a lot about 'Natural Order', Kenan," I said, my shadow stretching long and jagged across the tunnel walls. "Let’s test your theory." Kenan scrambled backward, reaching for a dagger at his belt. "Stay back! I’m a citizen of the Spire! You’re just…” I didn't let him finish. I stepped forward, my movement a blur of stolen speed. I didn't punch him. I didn't stab him. I wound back my right hand, the absorbed Earth mana coating my palm in a shimmering, crystalline gold. WHACK. The sound wasn't a slap. It was an explosion. My palm connected with Kenan's jaw with the force of a battering ram. The impact sent a shockwave through the tunnel, extinguishing his torch. I felt his mandible shatter like cheap porcelain under my fingers. His body didn't just fall, it was launched sideways, slamming into the stone wall of the drake pen with a crunch that made my own teeth ache. He slumped into the filth, his face a distorted ruin of blood and bone. His eyes were rolled back, his Tier-2 pride leaking out of his ears in the form of dark, spent mana. [OBJECTIVE COMPLETE: DELIVER THE FIRST FACE-SLAP.] [BONUS REWARD: 2,000 AGONY POINTS.] I walked over to his twitching form. I felt... light. The starvation was still there, but it was being drowned out by the sheer adrenaline of the harvest. I reached down and ripped the Silver-Spire Hunter’s Badge from his chest, the metal cold against my palm. Then, I slid the spatial ring off his broken finger. A quick pulse of my new, stolen energy cracked the ring's primitive soul-seal. [INVENTORY ACQUIRED:] [30x Low-Grade Spirit Stones.] [1x Tier-2 Healing Salve.] [1x Map of the Extermination Trial Grounds.] I uncorked the healing salve and smeared the glowing green paste over my shoulder wound and my chest. The relief was instantaneous, the cooling sensation washing away the rot and the fever. I crunched down on a spirit stone, the raw energy sparking against my tongue like lightning. I looked back down the tunnel, toward the faint light of the upper world. For all of my life, I had been the punching bag. I had been the "Void," the "Nullity," the "Trash" that everyone stepped on to reach the light. I gripped the Hunter’s badge until the edges bit into my skin. "Nineteen years of hell," I whispered to the darkness, the red Gacha screen flickering one last time before I stepped into the shadows. "Now, I start the harvest." [NEW QUEST: THE EXTERMINATION TRIAL.] [GOAL: SURVIVE THE HUNT.] [REWARD: ???] The Tablet in my pocket gave a final, hungry throb. The "Zero" was gone. The predator was hungry.
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