Chapter 8: So A Horny Stalker?
[I couldn't calculate it's threat level, but the moment you began your first task, it's released it's spirit power momentarily with an insatiable hunger.]
[Threat level - 50]
[Estimated chance of survival - 0%]
As the system quietly computed his odds of survival, a cold knot tightened in his stomach. Then, without warning, a presence shimmered into being above him—his eyes widened, his instinct flaring before any thought could catch up.
"Peekaboo."
A faint whisper drifted above his head, barely audible over the tension of the wind. Then, without warning, a thunderous thud shattered the silence—dust erupted from the rooftop where Mason had just been standing, the force of it rippling through the concrete like a warning shot from fate itself.
As the dust began to settle, Mason stood safely on the ground below the building. Thanks to the system's precise warning, he had known the exact point of impact—the precise location on his body that was being targeted.
Even though that knowledge had saved him, the danger was far from over.
"Thanks system! That was close, it if wasn't for my newfound strength I would have being toast. What exactly was that?"
[You're about to find out.]
As the system responded with a low chime, a new sound crept into the air from behind him—faint footsteps, soft at first, like whispers on concrete. But with each passing second, they grew louder, heavier, more deliberate.