{A/n: I don't know why ii call him vice president, it should be vice guild master. But that doesn't really matter; let's say that they can be called both. By the way, share your thoughts. I have over 10 chapters of this number already written that way I can go through the chapters and edit them. I want to know ahead of time what your thoughts are on whether you guys like something or not.
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She moved at blinding speed, weaving through the barrage while doing everything she could to shield her father from harm.
But even her speed wasn't enough. A concentrated beam struck her from behind, piercing straight through her stomach. The force of the impact nearly sent her tumbling to the ground, but she gritted her teeth and quickly sealed the wound with her electricity, sparks wrapping tightly around the injury.
[A/N: She uses electricity, not lightning. I don't personally know the difference, but let's say lightning is the powerful one that you see falling from the sky, and electricity is more suited for powering TVs, sending signals, and such. For this reason, her system isn't a system built around combat, but around the field of engineering.]
Ahead, she spotted the poorer section of the city—a stretch of abandoned buildings and empty streets. Without hesitation, she turned toward it, hoping to lose her pursuers in the maze of structures. It was the perfect place to hide and wait for backup—or so she thought.
No matter how many turns she took or how far she went, the masked riders stayed on her trail. Every time she thought she had lost them, they appeared again, their aim locked onto her exact position. It didn't matter where she hid or how fast she moved—they always found her.
It didn't take her long to realize that her pursuers were tracking her somehow, though she couldn't figure out how. The possibility of a hidden tracker crossed her mind, but even after she tossed her phone aside—and told her father to do the same—they still managed to find them. That left only one explanation: one of the attackers must have a tracker-type system or something similar, allowing them to lock onto her no matter where she went.
Her breathing grew heavy as she darted into a narrow alleyway, finally stopping to catch her breath. Sparks flickered weakly across her body as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her father glanced at her with clear concern. He knew her well—she was fast, incredibly so, and her lightning power gave her an edge in combat. But her stamina and durability had always been her greatest weaknesses, and right now, both were being pushed to their limit.
Right now, she was in bad shape. Her body had taken heavy damage, and though she had managed to seal her wounds with lightning, the strain was catching up to her. The constant use of her power burned through her stamina, and even with her endurance, her body was starting to fail. Every breath came sharp and uneven, the pain spreading deeper with each passing second.
That was when they heard it—footsteps. Both of them froze instantly, their bodies tensing as the sound echoed faintly through the alley. A shadow moved at the far end of the street, and moments later, a young man with black hair came into view.
He was handsome, even the old, cheap clothing he was wearing did little to destroy his looks, after all, with that confident aura, that at ease look he had about him, like light nothing chained him… the vice president found her type.
He walked casually, his pace unhurried, his expression calm and relaxed, unaware of the chaos above. He slowed when he noticed them, his eyes lingering for a brief moment before he turned his gaze upward. From the distance above, the low hum of a magical engine could be heard approaching, growing louder by the second.
"Haha, look at her!" one of the goblin-masked men shouted with laughter, raising his weapon and aiming it directly at the vice president's daughter. She gritted her teeth, glaring up at him through the pain, lightning flickering weakly around her hands as she tried to prepare for another attack.
"Mind your own business!" another masked man yelled, turning his weapon toward the black-haired stranger who had just appeared. With a sharp click, his gun released a blinding beam of energy that tore through the air toward Vector.
But Vector didn't flinch. He calmly raised his hand and caught the beam midair, his fingers closing around it as though it were nothing more than a ball tossed his way.
The sight left everyone frozen. The beams fired from those weapons moved at nearly half the speed of light—something that even the strongest guild members struggled to react to. For him to simply catch it was beyond reason, a feat so impossible it left the entire group staring in stunned silence.
"How about you guys leave? It looks like these two have had enough," Vector said with a calm smile, his tone light but edged with confidence.
The masked man who had fired at him clenched his teeth in anger, his grip tightening on the weapon. The casual tone in Vector's voice only made it worse—it felt mocking, dismissive. He aimed again, ready to fire another beam, but before he could pull the trigger, his expression twisted in pain.
His chest tightened suddenly, and he gasped, clutching at his heart.
"Damn, you're having a heart attack? I told you to take your medication!" another masked man shouted, quickly steering his bike toward his companion to help. But it was already too late. The first rider lost control, his bike spiraling out of the air before crashing violently into the ground.
A split second later, the gun still clutched in his hand went off on impact. The resulting explosion tore through the area, engulfing what was left of the bike in a burst of fire and smoke.
Everyone stood frozen at the sudden explosion. The air was filled with smoke and the faint crackle of fire, and the remains of the fallen rider were scattered across the ground. The rest of the masked men stared in shock for a moment, but grief quickly twisted into rage.
"For you, Johnny, I'll make this woman my slave—" the leader snarled, his voice dripping with hatred as his eyes locked onto the vice president's daughter. Her face went pale, the blood draining from it as she realized what he intended.
"Sir, please—protect us! I'll pay whatever you want!" the vice president shouted desperately, his voice trembling with fear as he looked toward Vector.
Vector's brow lifted slightly at the plea, but only for a moment. He let out a quiet breath, his expression returning to calm indifference. Then he simply turned away, taking a step back as if washing his hands of the situation entirely.
The daughter and father stared in disbelief, despair settling over them as they realized he wasn't going to help. He was walking away, leaving them to face their fate alone.
Boom
Explosions suddenly erupted across the street as several of the bikes slammed into the ground, bursting into flames. The shockwave rippled through the air, shaking nearby buildings and scattering debris in every direction.
The vice president and his daughter looked up in confusion, their eyes widening when they saw what had happened. The entire group of goblin-masked attackers lay dead or motionless, their bikes reduced to wreckage. Not one of them had survived—and neither of them had seen Vector move.
The two exchanged a stunned glance, their minds struggling to process what had just occurred. Slowly, their eyes turned toward Vector. He was a short distance away, almost out of sight from the alleyway, completely relaxed, casually toying with the beam he had caught earlier. In his hands, the deadly energy orb looked harmless—almost like a toy—its light dancing lazily between his fingers as if the chaos around him had never happened.
"T-thank you," the Vice President managed to say, still shaken by what had just happened. He helped his daughter to her feet, supporting her trembling body as he looked toward the black-haired man. "But if I may ask… can I have the name of the person who saved us?"
"The name is Vector," Vector replied calmly. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers once.
In an instant, the vice president's daughter gasped as a warm light washed over her. The pain vanished completely—her wounds sealed, her torn flesh smooth once more. Even her stamina, which had been nearly depleted, returned to full strength as if she had never been injured at all.
"What kind of system does he have? A healing system or something else?" the Vice President muttered in disbelief as he watched Vector walk away. The man didn't even look back—he simply continued down the street, calm and unbothered, as if saving their lives had been nothing more than a passing distraction.
The Vice President's daughter stayed silent, still stunned by the sudden restoration of her body and mana.
Vector clearly lived in this part of the city, the so-called trash area that most people avoided entirely. That fact alone puzzled the Vice President. Why would someone so powerful—someone capable of feats that defied logic—choose to live here of all places?
And then there was the mystery of his system. It had to be something extraordinary. For him to catch a beam traveling at half the speed of light and kill opponents without even seeming to move…
"Could his system allow him to heal others?" his daughter asked softly, her tone thoughtful as she glanced in the direction Vector had gone. "For example… he healed me so easily, but maybe he can do the opposite too—undo healing, or make someone's condition worse if he wanted."