Chapter 157: Exposure
Chapter 157: Exposure
Logan’s pupils contracted slightly.The atmosphere around him instantly turned colder.
Escape its gaze?
Astra’s words echoed through his mind like a warning bell.
For the first time since entering this world, a faint sense of danger crawled slowly across Logan’s spine.
Not the kind born from enemies.
Not the kind born from monsters.
But from being watched.
Constantly.
Silently.
Logan’s fingers tapped lightly against the table.
Once.
Twice.
Then stopped.
Luna noticed the subtle shift in his expression almost immediately.
"What is it?"
"Nothing." Logan answered too quickly.
Luna narrowed her eyes slightly, but didn’t press further.
The room returned to silence.
A quiet, suffocating silence.
Logan lowered his gaze slightly, thoughts moving rapidly beneath his calm exterior.
If Astra’s mission specifically stated that The Shadow was watching him even now, then that meant one thing.
Raven’s surveillance abilities were even more terrifying than he had initially expected.
No.
Perhaps not Raven.
The god behind him.
Logan’s eyes darkened faintly.
The problem wasn’t merely being watched.
It was that he had absolutely no idea how.
Shadow? Darkness? Reflection? Presence?
There were too many possibilities.
And the worst part was that Raven himself might not even need to actively observe him.
The god could simply be doing it directly.
’Escape its gaze...’
The wording bothered him.
Not block.
Not fight.
Escape.
Meaning Astra already understood that confronting it directly right now was impossible.
Logan slowly leaned back in his chair, exhaling quietly.
His eyes drifted unconsciously toward the darker corners of the room.
The shadows beneath the table.
Behind the curtains.
Under the bed.
For a brief moment, they almost felt alive.
Luna suddenly rubbed her arms lightly.
"Why does it suddenly feel colder?"
Logan’s gaze flickered.
A cold breeze brushed against the curtains despite the windows remaining shut.
His expression stayed calm, but inwardly, his thoughts sharpened instantly.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Logan’s thoughts rapidly shifted away from the strange atmosphere in the room and back toward the system notification.
Kill Ethan.
The mission itself felt absurd.
No.
Monstrous.
Ethan wasn’t just some random character.
He was the protagonist of the original story.
The center of countless plotlines.
The man who was supposed to rise endlessly no matter what stood in his way.
Yet Astra had still issued the mission.
Meaning one thing was obvious.
Ethan could die.
Logan slowly lowered his gaze, deep in thought.
Back when he wrote the novel, Ethan’s greatest strength early on wasn’t power.
It was momentum.
Every event around him constantly pushed him upward.