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CHAPTER 6 THE SAFE HOUSE
The rain in the "Gut" didn't fall; it oozed. It was a thick, oily mist that tasted of copper and charcoal. Every breath felt like swallowing wet wool.
I dragged Yan deeper into the maze of the slums. My shoulder was screaming. The black chain connecting us wasn't just a visual effect anymore—it was a hot iron wire stitched through my nerves. Every time Yan’s heart faltered, my own chest seized in a sympathetic spasm.
"Stop," Yan gasped. He didn't say it like a command. He said it like a man who was drowning.
I shoved him into a narrow gap between two leaning tenement buildings. The walls were covered in a slick, black fungus that seemed to pulse. I pressed my back against the rotting wood, my hand clenching the stolen bounty hunter’s map.
[Warning: Soul-Anchor Stability : 14%] [System Note: The 'Drain' is accelerating. The ML's survival is no longer guaranteed.]
"Look at me," Yan commanded. He grabbed my collar, forcing my head up.
His silver eyes were bloodshot, the pupils blown wide. In the dim, sickly green light of the street lamps, the "Dragon-Slaying" scars on his collarbones looked like black mouth-less screams. He wasn't just weak; he was hollow.
"You’re eating me," he whispered, his voice cracking with a terrifying realization. "I can feel your hunger, Wei An. It’s not a bond. It’s a meal. You’re not saving me to be your sword. You’re saving me to be your battery."
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to tell him I was the "good guy" from another world. But as I looked at my own hands, I saw they were no longer pale and shaky. They were steady. The skin was glowing with a faint, borrowed silver light. I felt good. I felt powerful. And every bit of that power was a piece of him that was gone forever.
"I didn't ask for this," I said, my voice sounding deeper, more resonant—more like the Emperor’s.
"But you aren't stopping it," Yan spat. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath hot and smelling of fever. "Tell me, 'Overlord.' When I’m nothing but a husk, will you at least have the decency to bury me, or will you just 'dispose' of the remains?"
A sudden, sharp whistle cut through the rain.
Twitch.
My "Janitor’s Perspective" flared to life. The world turned into a blueprint of death. I saw the heat signatures before I saw the men. Three of them. On the rooftops.
"Get down!" I tackled Yan into the muck just as a heavy iron bolt thudded into the wood where his head had been.
The bolt didn't just hit; it hissed. A cloud of purple gas erupted from the impact site.
"Soul-Eater toxins," Yan hissed, his face contorting in fear. "If that mist touches me... with my Qi this low... it’ll dissolve my spirit."
"Stay behind me," I ordered.
"I am a General of the Silver Wing!" Yan roared, trying to push himself up, his pride flaring even as his body failed. "I do not hide behind a—"
He collapsed, coughing up a glob of silver-flecked bile. The "Drain" had taken too much.
I stood up. I didn't have a weapon, but I had 800 "Sins" in the System bank and a mind trained in industrial sabotage.
[Spend 500 Sins: Unlock 'Environmental Analysis - Critical.']
The world became a map of red dots. I didn't look at the assassins. I looked at the massive, rusted water tank perched precariously on the roof of the building opposite us. It was held up by three corroded iron struts.
"Wei An, what are you doing?" Yan called out, his voice small, sounding more like a frightened boy than a war-god.
I didn't answer. I picked up a discarded iron pipe from the mud. I felt Yan’s strength flowing through my arms—his years of sword training, his muscle memory, his sheer lethality. It was a drug. It made me feel like I could catch the moon.
I threw the pipe.
It didn't go toward the assassins. It struck the middle strut of the water tank with a resounding CLANG.
The strut buckled. The tank, filled with tons of stagnant, heavy water, shifted. The roof groaned—a long, slow scream of breaking timber.
"Wait," one of the assassins shouted from above, realizing too late what I had targeted.
The roof gave way. The water tank didn't just fall; it detonated. Thousands of gallons of water and rusted metal came crashing down into the narrow alley, creating a tidal wave of debris.
I grabbed Yan and pulled him into the deep recess of a stone doorway. I shielded his body with mine as the roar of the collapse filled my ears.
When the dust settled, the alley was gone. It was just a pile of broken wood and drowned men.
[Notification: 3 Hostiles Disposed.] [Reward: +300 Sins.] [Level Up: Rank 2 'Aspirant Overlord.']
A massive surge of energy hit me. I felt my bones knit together. I felt my vision sharpen.
And then I felt the weight in my arms go limp.
"Yan?" I looked down.
Yan was unconscious. His skin was cold, almost translucent. The black chain was pulsing violently, thick and engorged like a vein full of stolen blood. I had leveled up, and in exchange, I had nearly extinguished his life.
I looked at the map in my hand. The "Safe House" was only three blocks away, but as I looked at the c*****e I had created, a new horror set in.
The map didn't lead to a sanctuary. I recognized the symbol in the corner—it was the seal of the Shadow Treasury, the Emperor’s private torture chamber.
The "Safe House" was the place where Yan had been chained for ten years.
Whoever sent the bounty hunter didn't want us dead. They wanted us to go home.
I looked at Yan's pale face. I was the one who freed him, and now, I was the one dragging him back to his nightmare because I had no other choice.
"I'm sorry," I whispered into the rain.
I picked him up—he was light as a feather now—and walked toward the trap.
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