2026-01-23 14:00:04(Mark’s POV)
The rhythmic chirp of my phone echoed through the quiet, vibrating against the metal table right by my head. I knew that sound—a message. Instinctively, I tried to look, but the same old wall of blackness met me. I clicked my tongue, the sound sharp and bitter in the empty air. I closed my useless eyes and focused inward, summoning the neon-blue glow of my system interface. [Congrats Host! You acq
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Meanwhile, back at the Sai Hotel, inside Room 209...Mark was still dead to the world. Neko stood over him, the twin barrels of her suppressed pistols aimed squarely at his skull. She waited for a twitch, a breath, a trap—anything. But he remained completely still.Frowning, she leaned down and poked his cheek aggressively with the tip of her gun. His skin was unnaturally pale, and a dark trickle of blood was still oozing from his nose. It was painfully obvious that he hadn't gone down because of her bullets; his own body had simply given out."Get up, you idiot," she rasped, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him violently. "I don't execute corpses; I kill targets. If you die of a medical anomaly before I pull the trigger, I don't get the satisfaction!"Her pride as an elite assassin wouldn't allow her to take a freebie. Where was the glory in executing a vegetable? She wanted him awake. She wanted to see the panic in his eyes, to hear him be
199. Open sewer
"You bitch! You spiked the drinks!" Lana spat, her face contorting as she clutched her bubbling abdomen. "Do you have any idea who I am? I come from the—""Lana Del, of the Westgate Dels," Ben interrupted, stepping forward with the cold precision of a grand adjudicator. He didn't even look up from the tablet in his hand. "Your father runs a commercial laundry empire—glorified dry cleaners for the actual elite. You are the illegitimate product of a mistress, barely tolerated because your stepmother was thought to be barren. But," Ben flicked a page on the screen, his voice dripping with dry disdain, "seeing as your stepmother miraculously conceived two months ago, your inheritance is currently evaporating. Your 'big shot' persona is nothing but a fragile mask for a terrified bastard child. Shall I continue?"Lana turned a ghostly shade of white, her mouth hanging open. "How… how do you know that? Who the hell are you people?"Ben slid the tablet into i
198. The dog belongs in the dirt
A few minutes later, Lilith returned, walking across the courtyard with a silver tray. The wine glasses she carried were well presented, a deep red liquid swirling around, precision-cut oranges, tart berries, and crisp apple slices.She bowed with the graceful humility of a seasoned servant. "I apologize for the delay. I wanted to ensure the blend was 'top shelf' for such distinguished guests. This is a specialized Sangria, infused with—""We know what Sangria is, Black Widow," Enny snapped, snatching a glass from the tray. "Save the lecture. You’re here to serve, not to teach."Lilith lowered her head, hiding the predatory glint in her eyes. "Of course. I only hope it is to your liking."The group raised their glasses, draining the chilled liquid with arrogant gulps. Lana made a small face, swirling the wine on her tongue. "It’s... mild. Lacks body, but I suppose it’s an improvement over that swill your help tried to serve us.""My humblest apologies," Lilith murmured. "As you know,
197. A smiling Brisco
While Mark lay unconscious on a cold floor, Neko's twin silent pistols pressed against his temple, Lilith was dealing with a different brand of lethality at the Divine Ranch Estate. Standing in the center of the manicured courtyard was Enny Simpson. She was the picture of a pampered peacock, her right hand perched on an aggressively curved hip, her body twisted into that practiced main character pose favored by social media starlets. But her composure ended at her feet; she was frantically tapping a stiletto against the pavement, a rhythmic, impatient clicking that punctuated her tirade against Alex. "Four days, Alex! Four days my trucks have sat idle while your peasants tell them the harvest isn't ready!" Enny’s voice was like shattered glass. "That contract we signed wasn't a suggestion; it was a command!" Alex, ever the professional, opened his mouth to de-escalate, but the air in the courtyard suddenly dropped ten degrees. "Alex," a voice like chilled vodka drifted from the d
196. Vulnerable
As the Speed Potion surged through his veins, Mark watched an incandescent orange light map out his circulatory system, glowing beneath his skin before melding into his blood.The sensation was electric. He felt light—buoyant, even—as if his very atoms were vibrating at a higher frequency.'So... am I fast now?' He threw a testing jab into the air. To his eyes, the punch looked as average as ever. 'Nope. No change. This potion didn't work. Did I really just get scammed by the System?'He stood before Room 209, glancing back down the hallway. The staff members he had passed earlier were mopping the floor, but something was wrong. They were moving with agonizing slowness, their limbs drifting through the air like they were submerged in thick syrup.Mark looked at his own hands, throwing a flurry of punches. To him, he was normal. His weight, his timing, his effort—it all felt standard. He didn't realize that his perception had recalibrated to match his new velocity; to him, the world ha
195. Speedster
Mark sliced through the throngs of people outside his pharmacy, a blur of motion that barely registered to the crowd. He burst into the street, diving into the chaotic rhythm of traffic.A speeding car slammed on its brakes, tires screeching, but Mark was already airborne. With feline agility, he planted a hand on its hood, vaulted over the roof, and skidded onto the pavement of the second lane. He ignored the chorus of angry honks, his focus locked on the objective ahead. With his system feeding him a high-resolution, 500-meter terrain overlay, he ducked into a narrow alleyway, scaled a ten-foot chain-link fence in a single bound, and emerged directly in front of the Sai Hotel.'System, can’t you track the shooter? Like, show me their live movement on the map?'[The System cannot provide real-time entity tracking at Level 50.]"Right... useless. Got it," Mark muttered, rolling his eyes as he swung the hotel’s glass doors open.Once inside, he dropped the frantic pace and shifted into
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