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Chapter 7 – The Web Tightens

Dawn settled over Velden City like a heavy cloak. The usual golden hue of the morning was absent, replaced by a sky the color of cold iron. The streets had not yet awakened fully, save for the clink of a distant cart or the soft murmur of shopkeepers beginning their day. Aayu moved through the alleys like a whisper. His hood was pulled low, boots silent against the stone. These winding backstreets were a second home to him now. He avoided the central roads, avoided faces, avoided eyes. Trust wasn't a luxury he could afford anymore.

Hovering quietly in the corner of his vision, the status window displayed its muted glow.

Level: 4.

Store Points: 7.

Skills: Shadow Veil (Lv.1), Echo Sense (Lv.1).

Seven points. Not much in the eyes of kings or mages, but to Aayu, it was everything. It meant power. It meant choice. It meant survival.

He opened the interface of the shop with a flicker of thought, that secret space in reality only he could access. The shelves of the unseen store glimmered with possibilities—skills, traits, and enhancements all laid out before him like a silent promise. Most were too costly. Too far off. But one caught his eye.

Keen Intellect — 5 SP.

Effect: Sharpened reasoning, faster tactical thought, improved pattern recognition.

It wasn't flashy. No fireballs, no swords made of light. But Aayu didn't need spectacle. He needed an edge. A voice in his head whispered that survival wasn't about strength alone—it was about the right decisions made at the right time.

He purchased it. The sensation hit him immediately. Like his mind had been rinsed in cold water. Thoughts that once swam sluggishly now darted like fish in clear rapids. He could almost feel the pieces of the world snapping together, a puzzle becoming clear.

As he walked past the base of the Magic Tower—a monumental structure of obsidian and silver runes that loomed above Velden like a titan's spear—his sharpened thoughts circled it. Whispers had reached him that the Tower's mages were researching recent anomalies—sightings of twisted beasts, storms without cause, and rituals gone horribly wrong. All signs of something ancient waking. Something tied to the Demon Kings. Yet the Church remained quiet. Too quiet. Aayu knew silence was often the loudest warning.

He didn't trust either faction. The Magic Tower hoarded knowledge like dragons hoarded gold. The Church spoke of salvation while building prisons out of faith. Both played their own games. Aayu would play his.

As he turned a corner near the eastern edge of the marketplace, he felt a presence before hearing the voice. "Hey." It was casual, but calculated. Aayu paused.

A girl, maybe just older than him, stepped out from the shadow of a weather-worn archway. She wore a deep brown coat lined with countless pockets, a pair of daggers strapped to her sides, and an expression like a fox that had survived one too many traps. Her hair was a cascade of wild red curls, her eyes sharp and assessing.

"I'm Mara," she said. "I know what you are."

His body tensed. "And what am I?"

She smiled faintly. "The one with the shop."

That chilled him. He stepped back, fingers twitching toward a hidden blade, mind racing through possibilities. No one was supposed to know.

"How do you know that?" he asked, low and guarded.

"I pay attention," she said simply. "Magic leaves traces. Behavior does too. The Adventurer Association hears whispers. I just followed them."

He didn't sense deceit. Her stance was open, not threatening—but cautious, like a predator speaking to another predator.

"What do you want?"

"To help," she said. "And to survive. Which, if I'm being honest, might be the same thing soon. Demon cults are stirring everywhere, and the old monsters don't sleep easy. The world's changing, and I want to change with it."

Aayu's thoughts clicked together like pieces in a chess match. She was dangerous. Intelligent. A risk. But she was also a source of information he couldn't easily gather on his own.

"Fine," he said. "But no surprises."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she said with a crooked grin.

That night, they met again beneath the city—deep in one of Velden's forgotten underpasses. Old stone covered in ancient runes, flickering with faint magical residue. Mara had stolen a map from a Tower apprentice. She laid it out, pointing to several marked locations: remote ruins, cult gathering spots, corrupted forests.

"These places," she said, "are where the cults have been moving. Where monsters are breeding unnaturally. We can hit them. Learn from them. Earn something."

Aayu saw it clearly now. The route forward wasn't about survival anymore—it was about striking first. And gaining power before the world collapsed.

They moved at dawn, slipping beyond the city walls into the deep woods east of Velden. A clearing opened up beneath the twisted branches of ancient trees, where black-robed cultists chanted around a crude stone altar. The air stank of sulfur and spoiled blood. Aayu's status window lit up with crimson alerts.

Cultists: Level 2–3.

Affiliation: Demon Worshippers.

He gave Mara a small nod. Then the killing began.

Aayu vanished into the shadows, cutting through the air like a silent blade. His dagger found throats before voices could scream. Mara was a blur of steel and fury beside him. The cultists were disorganized, relying on dark faith and fragile rituals more than combat skill. When the last body hit the ground, a rush of power surged through Aayu.

Store Points Gained: +6.

Eight in total now. He felt the numbers weigh on his soul. Not in burden—but in promise.

Back in the city, he opened the shop again. New options, new doors. He chose Battle Reflexes for six points—a physical enhancement to match his evolving precision. The world slowed slightly. His movements sharpened. He could feel the difference with every breath.

But they weren't as invisible as they thought.

Word spread. Cult camps were disappearing. Bodies were found without signs of struggle. A shadow was moving in Velden, and not everyone liked it.

Late one night, just as Aayu was about to sleep, his instincts screamed. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, approached his door. Then it exploded inward.

A man stood framed in the shattered doorway, clad in black armor lined with silver threads. His gaze was cold, hollow, but focused.

"I'm here for the Shopbearer."

Aayu's heart thudded once before his mind raced.

The man's status appeared before him. Level 6. Affiliation: Unknown. Abilities: Unknown.

Too dangerous. No time to fight.

Aayu slipped instantly into the shadows, the edges of his form blurring as he merged with darkness. No hesitation. No bravado. Only instinct and survival.

Because the hunt had begun—and now, he was the prey.

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