The next night, the city felt... heavier.
Word traveled fast in Hell's Kitchen. You'd roughed up three gang members. Some were saying a new vigilante was in town. You made sure to stay in the shadows, but you couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching.
You'd spent the day checking your status.
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[Status Panel]
Name: [Y/N]
Class: Gamer
Level: 3
HP: 125/125
MP: 110/110
STR: 14 |
DEX: 15 |
VIT: 13 |
INT: 16 |
WIS: 14 |
LUK: ???
Points Available: 5
Skills:
• Observe (Lv. 1)
• Street Brawler (Lv. 2)
• Counter (Lv. 1)
• Dirty Boxing (Lv. 1)
• Danger Sense (Lv. 1)
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You were stronger now. You could feel it in your bones. But the power came with weight—and eyes.
Tonight, those eyes caught up with you.
You were walking along a rooftop, scoping out gang activity near the docks when something shifted behind you.
Too late.
A shadow dropped from above.
[Warning: High-Level Entity Detected]
You barely rolled aside as a red baton slammed into the gravel where your head had been.
You jumped to your feet, pipe in hand.
He stood calmly, red suit blending into the night, twin batons spinning between his fingers.
Daredevil.
"I've been hearing about you," he said, voice low but firm. "Rusted pipe. Three gangsters in the hospital. No name, no face."
He circled you like a predator.
"You're not just some punk with a grudge. You fight smart. But you're reckless. Why?"
You didn't answer. You couldn't explain the system—not without sounding insane.
So you said nothing.
His head tilted slightly. "You've got secrets."
He lunged again. You activated Counter instinctively—ducked low, twisted, and aimed a punch to his ribs.
He blocked it—barely.
[Counter Failed – Target Level Too High]
In seconds, he had you on your back with a boot to your chest.
"You've got instincts," he said. "But instincts won't save you in this city."
He stepped back and offered a hand.
You took it, surprised.
"I don't know who trained you," he said, "but if you keep going like this, you'll be dead in a week. I'll give you a choice—walk away, or learn."
[Quest Alert: The Devil's Teachings]
Daredevil has offered to train you. Prove you're worth the time.
Objective: Survive three sparring sessions.
Reward: Martial Skill Upgrade, Relationship Progress: Daredevil, Bonus Reputation.
You nodded once.
He smirked. "Good. Meet me here tomorrow. Midnight."
Then he was gone.
You stood alone, chest heaving.
You weren't alone in this city anymore. And if you played your cards right, you wouldn't just survive—you'd evolve.