Hunter's Gambit
Ding! New Novice Advanced Task Posted!
Objective: Destroy the leaders of the Scott Gang and the Dark Python Gang!
Scott Gang: Scott (0/1)
Dark Python Gang: Dark Python Snake (0/1), Silver Snake (0/1)
Task Status: Incomplete.
Watson moved forward, his sharp gaze locked on the battlefield. These gang leaders? To him, they were nothing more than stepping stones. Experience points waiting to be claimed. And now, the system had given him the perfect opportunity to collect.
His lips curled into a grin. Scott himself was involved? What a surprise.
"It turns out… this was your doing all along," Watson mused to himself, still piecing together the chaos. No matter. He had other concerns.
With a flick of his wrist, Watson released the Fierce Jackal. The monstrous beast hit the ground with a low snarl, its sleek, predatory form cutting through the moonlight like a shadow. Its tail flicked once—a deadly signal.
You think I'd let you die that easily? Watson thought. Not a chance.
Scott's men, who had been paralyzed with fear moments before, whipped around in terror as something massive barreled toward them.
Boom!
A fist the size of a sandbag crashed into Scott's face, sending him flying backward. Blood and a few yellow teeth scattered through the air before his body slammed into the pavement with a heavy thud.
Nearby, Silver Snake's eyes widened. She'd been in the underworld long enough to recognize an opponent that spelled trouble. This wasn't a simple brawl anymore—it was a death match.
Watson, standing tall amidst the carnage, exhaled sharply. The fight had just begun.
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The Clash of Titans
Ding!
Mission Update: Destroy the leader of the Dark Python Gang, Dark Python Snake! +20 Experience Points. Current Level: 2 (20/50).
Ding!
Mission Update: Destroy the leader of the Dark Python Gang, Silver Snake! +20 Experience Points. Current Level: 2 (40/50).
Watson felt the surge of power in his veins as his stats adjusted to the influx of experience. But before he could relish the moment—
A low, guttural voice growled from the darkness.
"Don't even think about moving your monsters."
Scott.
Bloodied but alive, the gang leader slowly rose to his feet. His stance was shaky, but his eyes—those were burning with something far more dangerous than pain.
Watson's body tensed as he saw what Scott was holding.
Uncle Polk.
The old man dangled in Scott's grip, his feet barely touching the ground. The veins in his neck bulged as Scott tightened his hold.
"Uncle Polk!" Watson's heart pounded with rage.
Scott sneered. "Originally, I thought this guy was just a bystander. But this… this is an unexpected bonus."
Watson's hands clenched into fists. "Let him go." His voice was low, sharp. A warning.
Scott chuckled darkly. "Oh? And if I don't? What exactly will you do?"
"I swear, if you let him go, I'll let you walk away from this."
Scott scoffed. "Hah! You think I'm as naive as that little short snake you were dealing with earlier?" His grip tightened, and Uncle Polk let out a choked gasp. "I'm not here to negotiate, kid. I want the scales of that monster you have. Trade them with me, or your uncle's dead."
Watson's jaw clenched.
Scott wasn't bluffing.
His fingers twitched. He could take Scott down now, but one wrong move and Polk was finished.
Scott's grin widened as he felt the hesitation. "Tick tock, kid. Decide."
Polk's breath hitched. His eyes met Watson's—calm, steady, unwavering.
Watson took a deep breath. Fine.
His gaze flicked to the Fierce Jackal beside him.
"Do it."
The monster tilted its head, then reached under its armpit. With a slow, deliberate motion, it scraped out a handful of scales—each one gleaming with an iridescent, supernatural glow.
Scott's eyes lit up with greed.
This is it. He thought. With these, I'll finally make a name for myself in front of Baron Strak!
Watson tossed the scales forward.
Scott's fingers stretched out greedily, ready to seize his prize.
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Hunter's Deception
Just as Scott's hand closed around the shimmering monster scales—
Uncle Polk's feet suddenly dropped to the ground.
"What—?"
The streetlights flickered.
A shadow moved behind Scott.
System! Place the Fierce Jackal behind him.
Scott barely had time to process the shift in weight when a massive presence loomed over him.
The afterglow of his vision caught something terrifying—two rows of silver lights flashing from behind.
Something huge, dark, and monstrous crashed into him.
Snap!
Watson's command had been precise. The Fierce Jackal lunged—not for a killing blow, but to disable.
The creature's enormous jaws clamped down on Scott's left side, barely missing his upper body, but crushing his ribs like twigs beneath a boot.
Scott's world spun. His body crumpled under the pressure, and for the first time in his life—
He realized he had made a mistake.
His mind screamed. Wait—there's another one?
His vision blurred. His lungs burned. The realization hit him like a freight train.
He had underestimated Watson.
And now, he was paying the price.
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The War Was Far From Over
Scott hit the ground hard, groaning as he struggled to breathe. Blood trickled from his mouth as he tried—and failed—to push himself up.
The monster that had attacked him stood tall, its glowing silver eyes locked on its prey.
Watson crouched beside Scott, calm, collected, victorious.
"You were never going to walk away from this," Watson murmured.
Scott gasped, staring up at him. "You… you tricked me…"
Watson exhaled slowly. "No. You tricked yourself."
From the rooftops above, a lone figure watched.
His cloak billowed in the night breeze, his mask glinting under the flickering streetlights. Daredevil had sensed the shift in the underworld.
Across the city, in a dimly lit control room, a shadowed figure leaned forward.
Baron Strak tapped his fingers against the metal armrest of his chair, his lips curling into a smile.
"Now… this is interesting."