Chapter 90: Hunted to the Brink of Death (1)

Ethan Heart swung again and again between rooftops, moving from one to the next—sometimes sprinting across them in a desperate attempt to stay alive, and at other times leaping away the moment he found himself cornered by the city’s inhabitants who had appeared out of nowhere.

Using the grappling hook, he swung like a spider from building to building, barely escaping each time.

But nothing entered his lungs…

Peering out the window, exhaustion written clearly across his face, he saw more and more of them rushing toward him, surrounding the very building he had entered.

“There’s no end to them…” he muttered, tense, glancing left and right in search of an escape.

The feral inhabitants poured out from everywhere … as if escape had never been an option to begin with.

Or die.

Fighting wasn’t an option for Ethan.

Ethan stepped back toward the window, his expression dark, gripping his Legion Arm tightly.

His metallic fingers fidgeted with the hidden mechanisms embedded between them as hesitation crept into his thoughts.

Looking outside at the swarm, Ethan understood one thing clearly …

And something like that black-furred giant could appear again at any moment.

Abandoning the idea of using the Onslaught Stake, Ethan leapt out the window once more, firing his grappling hook and swinging over the heads of the feral crowd.

But Ethan moved like an irritating fly—constantly slipping through their grasp.

And the grappling hook had now become his only lifeline against the monsters that sought to tear him apart.

And ran.

The creatures behind him showed no signs of fatigue …

Despite running for so long without pause, he didn’t slow down, nor did he show any sign of exhaustion.

Glancing back slightly over his shoulder, casting a look at the pursuing monsters from the corner of his left eye, Ethan smiled faintly.

As long as his body held out, Ethan believed he could cling to life until the very end.

Because right now—

One misfire of the grappling hook…

And it would cost him his life.

While running, he raised his hand and opened the Player System interface, trying to see how much time remained before he could fight properly again.

Did not please him at all.

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Ethan’s mind raced, searching desperately for a solution.

They always found him, no matter where he tried to conceal himself, their overwhelming numbers making it inevitable.

The city seemed endless …

“How the hell do they keep finding me?!”

The curse mark wasn’t reacting—so it wasn’t the cause.

Ethan’s eyes slowly widened as a realization dawned on him.

Frowning, he lifted his gaze, searching for the highest point in the city …

Fortunately, there was only one structure that fit that description.

“…The Clock Tower.”

“Wise Raven’s insight.”

His instincts told him one thing …

It would be there.

His instincts were right.

But he caught a glimpse of it.

Smaller than the black-furred beast… yet far larger than the feral inhabitants that had been chasing him.

No mouth.

Not even ears.

Eyes that watched everything from above.

Having uncovered the reason the monsters kept finding him, Ethan shifted his trajectory … rushing straight toward the ancient Clock Tower, intent on eliminating that thing.

If he took it down, Ethan was confident he could escape and disappear using the grappling hook.

Firing the hook toward the peak of a nearby building, he swung violently … launching himself into the sky.

He fired the line again and again, crossing vast distances in mere moments.

“Ha… ha! I’m starting to feel like a Spider-Man.”

The wind struck his face with each swing.

The grappling line—thick, unbreakable—left no room for failure.

And to that creature.

But Ethan had overlooked one crucial detail.

He got too close.

The creature’s dozens of eyes lit up at once with a strange, eerie glow.

Ethan felt it too late—

He had been swinging forward without a care .. And in a single instant …

As he reached the edge of a rooftop, something emerged behind it.

As if it had been waiting there all along… for the exact moment of his arrival.

Large enough… to block his path entirely.

No escape.

Its yellow, blood-soaked teeth reflected in Ethan’s eyes—

He had been walking into a trap… from the very beginning.

’I’m in the air… I can’t dodge this…’

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