The Watchers
The clearing of C-ranks continued to spread through everyone’s daily life.
Restaurants played boss fight clips on screens above tables. People crowded around outdoor displays the way they used to crowd around sports bars, shouting over each other about rankings and clear tis and who was moving up the boards.
Every shop window had a stream running. The audio from all of it spilled out into the street and mixed together into sothing constant and indistinct, and every phone Kai passed on his way through the city was lit up with dungeon footage.
Sotis the footage on the screens showed him from angles he didn’t rember anyone recording.
[Remaining Active C-Rank Dungeons in Mythal City: 70.]
Every ti a blue light vanished from the skyline the city went through the sa cycle. Excitent, then fear, then a restless energy that settled back into obsession. People stayed awake waiting for the system boards to update. Others spent hours in forum threads debating which hunters would survive the Mythal C-ranks and which ones would not.
Kai’s na kept appearing more often.
The null guy is climbing too fast for his level!
His movent is still impossible to explain! And how is his attack so strong!?
Sera and Kai are the best duo active right now!
The Mystery Hunter clears another one!
[The Mystery Hunter.]
That one appeared first and spread fastest but other nas followed.
[The Ghost Runner.]
[Null Walker.]
[The Player Anomaly.]
People used whichever one felt right to them and argued in the comnts about which was most accurate.
The debates about what he was actually doing ran constantly.
I’m telling you he must have the ability to see the future! It’s the only way he can predict so much!
He has no class and there isn’t any weapon released that should have that ability!
What about his armor!? He can phase through attacks, maybe he really can see the future!
You guys are being ridiculous.
Sora made everything worse in the best possible way.
She had been doing fra-by-fra analysis of his footage during her streams for the past week. Pausing on monts her chat would have scrolled past and drawing circles around things that had no business working the way they did.
In one clip from the Sunken River Tomb she froze on a mont where Kai slipped between two attacks coming down at once in a narrow corridor, threading the gap with nothing to spare.
"That shouldn’t work," she said, and her voice carried the genuine wonder she reserved for things she could not fully explain. Her chat ran for thirty seconds before she read any of it.
As expected of the Mystery Hunter!
He keeps getting more insane!
Are we sure he is even human?
She grinned. "You guys are making him sound terrifying." A pause while she read more. "Actually no. Keep going. It’s funnier that way."
The clip spread further after that stream than it had from the original upload.
Kai wasn’t watching any of it. He and Sera had just cleared another C-rank gate and were pushing through the crowd that had already gathered outside.
The gate broke apart behind them, blue light climbing into the sky and fading out, and the crowd started up the way crowds always did now. Sera walked beside him, her blue hair easy to spot above everyone else, the lighter armor she’d switched to after the General run catching the last of the light.
"They did it again!"
"KAI!"
"SERA!"
"Mystery Hunter!" Soone in the crowd actually started chanting it.
Kai flinched at that last one.
Sera burst out laughing. "Oh that one is definitely staying."
"Please no."
"Too late. It’s already on twelve separate forums."
Questions ca from every direction as they pushed through the crowd.
How do you move like that? What dungeon are you running next? Are you going for first place on the board?
Kai kept his head down and kept moving, and Sera fell into step beside him without a word. The crowd thinned as they reached the broader streets. Kai activated Mirror Life and felt the world open up around him the way it always did, the life signatures of the city bleeding through walls and glass and concrete.
He slowed without aning to.
There were dozens of them.
People watching from windows on both sides of the street. Soone on a rooftop across the intersection with a cara pointed down at street level. A group about thirty ters back walked at a pace that matched his a little too exactly.
Sera noticed him slow. "What?"
"We’re being followed," Kai said, and kept moving at the sa pace. Saying it out loud made the city feel different.
Sera glanced back casually. "Oh." She paused briefly. "That many?"
"More than that."
She was quiet for a mont. "You want to distract them?"
"No."
He almost took the left at the next block, the way he had the last three tis, and then did not, because the last three tis were exactly the problem. Two of the figures on the rooftops ahead were already settled in, caras up, pointed at the corner he usually turned.
They had not followed him there.
They had gotten there first and he suddenly understood how small his routines had beco.
Soone had been logging which way he went ho and selling the pattern, or posting it, or simply rembering it, and the route itself had beco sothing people staked out in advance.
Which ant people had already started treating his life like searchable information. He went right instead but it barely mattered. People were already waiting on the new street too.
He kept his pace even until they hit the intersection at the market, where the crowd thickened and the stalls pushed people into each other. He slipped left into a side street, cut through the middle of a cluster of shoppers, ducked under the low ceiling of the underpass and ca out the other side.
Then the cloak went up.
A few voices carried through from behind him.
"Wait, where did he go?"
"He was just here."
"No way..."
Kai moved silently across a rooftop with the city spread out below him, invisible and unhurried. Screens on buildings cycled through ranking updates. Outdoor speakers carried fragnts of livestreams and dungeon news. People moved through the streets in every direction, most of them looking down at the sa handful of feeds.
He stood up there for a mont and looked at all of it.
The city did not just want strong hunters anymore. It wanted symbols, people it could attach aning to and track and build narratives around.
Symbols were easier to depend on than people.
He had gone from a no class anomaly on a forum thread to a nicknad figure appearing in analysis streams and debate posts and the daily conversations of people who had never entered a dungeon themselves.
That thought felt uncomfortable.
He dropped the cloak when he hit the residential streets and walked the last few blocks with his hands in his pockets, just another tired person heading ho.
Two people passed him going the other way, phones out, mid-conversation.
"He’s at the eastern gates right now," one of them was saying. "My cousin’s there. Said the Mystery Hunter just went in."
"No, that was an hour ago. Sobody saw him downtown after."
They went by without slowing, without looking at the man walking beside them, because the man walking beside them was not where the Mystery Hunter was. The Mystery Hunter was at the eastern gates, and also downtown, and also wherever the next person needed him to be.
It was a strange thing, hearing yourself discussed as a rumor while standing close enough to touch the people spreading it. Stranger that the rumor was livelier than he was.
The version of him on their phones had cleared more gates than he had, been to more places than he had, and answered to four nas he had not chosen.
He was not sure when he had stopped being a person to the city and started being a story it told itself. And stories belonged to the people telling them.
Regardless he headed ho.
...
Mina was at the stove when he got ho. She glanced over her shoulder when the door opened, then looked at him a second longer than usual. "You’re late."
"Crowds."
She turned back to the stove. "That bad?" Mina asked it like she already knew the answer.
Kai dropped onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. His whole body was catching up with itself now that it had the chance. "I think people are recognizing too much."
"How much is too much?"
He thought about the rooftop cara. The group that had matched his pace for half a block. "Enough that we should probably look at getting a second place. Sowhere nobody would connect to us."
Mina set down her spoon and looked at him for a mont. Then she looked back at the stove and nodded slowly. "Alright. We’ll workshop it later." Then she turned back to the kitchen. "For now, co eat."
Kai laughed under his breath. "Yeah," he said, and got up.
...
Inside GaleWing headquarters, Victor had turned the audio off on Kai’s footage and was watching it silently for the fourth ti that hour.
Not the boss fights.
Not the monts the streams kept pausing on. He kept going back to the quieter parts. The way Kai moved between things. Where he put his feet before a fight had even started, over and over, in every dungeon, against every type of enemy.
He stopped on the fra just before Kai slipped the strike in the Sunken River Tomb clip. He zood in past the ability, past the movent itself, and looked at Kai’s face in the half-second before it happened.
Victor looked at the fra for a long ti. The expression bothered him more than the movent had. Because Kai looked calm in the exact sa way monsters sotis did before attacking. He pushed back from the desk and looked at the footage for another mont.
Then he closed it and headed to the window.
The Mythal skyline was doing what it always did at this hour, blue light scattered across the dark from every active gate in the city. He counted without thinking about it.
Sixty-nine.
It was seventy an hour ago.
...
A broadcast notification pushed to every active dungeon feed at the sa ti, the system tagging the public scaling update the way it tagged ranking changes. Raze read it between waves inside a C-rank corridor, standing on a cleared platform with nothing moving yet in the passage ahead.
[Public Attention Index: Kai Rosefield.]
[Sustained High.]
He looked at the line for a mont.
He had been watching the attention data alongside the dungeon footage for the past three weeks, running the sa comparison he ran on everything worth understanding.
The footage showed what Kai did. The attention data showed when his capabilities changed. Every spike in one was followed, inside forty-eight hours, by a spike in the other. He had been waiting to understand the chanism before he let himself say it with any certainty.
He was certain now.
The no-class player got stronger when he was watched.
Not viewed.
Watched, by people who had decided he was worth believing in. Every threshold he had crossed without a level to account for it had co after a stretch of exactly that. Whether it was an ability or a piece of gear, the engine underneath it ran on sothing most hunters would never be able to fake.
Raze put the phone away.
The next wave was coming. He could hear them in the passage ahead, the specific kind of movent that telegraphed a coordinated approach from creatures that had learned hunters ca in groups and had adjusted accordingly.
He raised the broadsword.
He had not updated his goal yet. Rank one was still rank one. But he had updated his understanding of what rank one was going to require, which was not the sa as it had been three weeks ago.
Which was not the sa as it had been the day he had first watched the NULL class footage loop on soone else’s phone outside a gate.
That was information.
Raze went forward already thinking what kind of person could survive becoming sothing the entire city believed in. Most hunters would break under that kind of attention. Raze wondered if Kai would beco stronger from it instead.
And sowhere deep down Raze suspected the answer might no longer be "person."
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