SSS Talent: I Can Rewrite Reality

"Run, little lamb... run for your life, kekeke!"

Samuel laughed like a madman as he chased Jackson through the forest, his pace deliberately relaxed. He was not even trying to catch him. With his stats nearly three times higher than Jackson’s, if Samuel truly wanted to close the distance, it would take little more than a moment.

"No... death won’t be that easy."

His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as memories of his past humiliation resurfaced. Every insult, every moment of embarrassment, every time he had been forced to endure Jackson’s interference burned within his mind. He wanted Jackson to experience that same terror and despair before finally taking his life.

Samuel still had no idea what treasure that kid had used back then to interfere with his talent. Whatever it was, however, it had to be extraordinarily precious. More importantly, Samuel was certain that such a treasure could not be used repeatedly.

That was why he was completely confident this time.

He could toy with Jackson to his heart’s content before finally killing him.

Meanwhile, Jackson was running as fast as his legs could carry him.

Ever since consuming the Minotaur core, his physical strength had increased considerably. His body was now capable of moving at nearly three times the speed of an ordinary person. Trees flashed past him in rapid succession as he sprinted through the forest, his feet repeatedly striking the ground before launching him toward the next patch of cover.

The wind tore against his face, branches whipped past his body, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

At this moment, Jackson could think of nothing except survival.

The fear of death was too real.

Yet when he realized that Samuel was deliberately toying with him instead of immediately killing him, Jackson inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

He wasn’t angry at being looked down upon.

Instead, he was grateful for it.

As long as Samuel continued playing with him, Jackson believed he still had enough time to find a way to turn the situation around. He only needed an opportunity, no matter how small.

...

Jackson no longer knew how long he had been running.

Minutes?

Hours?

At some point, time itself had lost all meaning.

His legs had begun to ache, his breathing had become rough, and sweat soaked through his clothes. Yet he continued pushing forward without slowing down. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, each one desperately searching for a way to overpower Samuel.

But every possible plan ended the same way.

With his death.

No matter how many times Jackson calculated the situation, he could find no path toward victory. The gap between their strengths was simply too enormous.

Behind him, Samuel Twig was enjoying himself.

For the first time in days, the knot of frustration inside his chest was slowly loosening. The slight heart demon that had formed after his humiliating defeat was gradually fading as he watched Jackson desperately flee before him.

That expression of pure terror on Jackson’s face was enough to soothe something twisted inside Samuel.

A cruel smile slowly spread across his face.

The hatred that had consumed him was also beginning to fade.

Then, suddenly, Samuel’s thoughts changed.

He no longer wanted to torment Jackson.

He no longer wanted to humiliate him.

He simply wanted Jackson gone.

Forever.

"Damn it, there’s not much time left..."

Jackson, who was not far ahead, immediately sensed the change behind him. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

For the first time since the chase began, Samuel no longer felt like a hunter playing with his prey. The pressure coming from behind had completely changed. It was as if death itself was chasing him, drawing closer with every passing second.

Jackson genuinely felt that he was going to die.

Although his physical body had improved by leaps and bounds after consuming the Minotaur core, there were still limits to what his body could endure. He had been pushing himself at full speed for far too long, and exhaustion was finally beginning to creep into his limbs. His breathing grew heavier, his muscles burned, and every step required more effort than the one before.

Then, just as Jackson was nearing his limit, something suddenly caught his attention.

Ahead, a pack of low-level wolves was gathered around the carcass of a dead beast. They tore into the flesh with savage hunger, their growls occasionally echoing through the trees.

But the wolves were not what made Jackson slow his gaze.

A thick, grayish mist surrounded the carcass.

It spread slowly through the forest like something alive, crawling between the trees and covering the ground in a hazy veil. Wherever it passed, the atmosphere seemed to become heavier, colder, and strangely suffocating.

Samuel, who had been chasing behind him, also noticed the mist.

His expression immediately changed.

"That’s... deathly miasma."

The moment he recognized it, his brows furrowed deeply.

Deathly miasma was released when monsters possessing extremely dense deathly energy died. Even a mere wisp of it could make a Second Sequence creature feel uncomfortable, while prolonged exposure could gradually weaken their condition.

It was not something Samuel could simply ignore.

His steps instinctively slowed.

Naturally, if Samuel could recognize the deathly miasma, Jackson could as well.

Jackson stared at the thick mist ahead.

Then he glanced back.

Fire on one side.

Piercing arrows on the other.

There was nowhere safe to run.

Now, the only question was which one he wanted to choose.

For a brief moment, a strange and suffocating aura of death enveloped Jackson’s body. The moment he stepped closer to the mist, an invisible chill seemed to crawl through his skin, and the rhythm of his movement was completely disrupted.

His body instinctively hesitated.

But then Jackson forcefully shook his head.

Just this?

Was this really enough to make him despair?

Far from it.

Jackson almost laughed out loud.

At that exact moment, a small status window suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Deathly Miasma — Severely harmful to the living.]

Jackson’s eyes instantly lit up.

There was hope.

Without the slightest hesitation, he summoned the Golden Brush.

His fingers moved rapidly through the air, making changes to the information displayed before him. He rewrote the properties of the deathly miasma, changing them so that it would be extremely harmful to Second Sequence creatures while having no effect whatsoever on First Sequence creatures.

Truthfully, Jackson did not expect much.

The gap between his current strength and Samuel’s was simply too large, and he knew there was always a possibility that the edit would fail.

He waited.

One breath passed.

Nothing happened.

The altered information remained intact.

Jackson’s pupils contracted.

He had succeeded.

"This is it..."

An indescribable thrill surged through Jackson’s entire body.

For the first time since Samuel had appeared, he could see a genuine path to survival.

Perhaps, for once, even luck was standing on his side.

Or perhaps...

The demon hunter had finally run out of luck.

A cold smile slowly appeared on Jackson’s face.

Time for him to die.

With that thought, Jackson no longer hesitated.

He turned toward the thick deathly mist and sprinted straight into it.

Samuel, who had expected Jackson to slow down or perhaps change direction upon reaching the deathly miasma, was caught completely off guard when he saw him charge straight into it.

"You...!"

For a moment, Samuel could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had always known Jackson was bold, but this was no longer courage. It was madness.

Yet with things having reached this point, Samuel was not willing to let Jackson escape so easily. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself forward and followed directly into the miasma.

Jackson paid no attention to the pursuit behind him.

The moment he entered the mist, his attention locked onto the low-level wolves surrounding the carcass. His alloy knife flashed through the air, cutting through one wolf after another with ruthless precision.

The moment the first wolf died, a faint bloody aura suddenly emerged around Jackson.

The Aura of Slaughter.

The crimson energy slowly wrapped around his body before merging into his flesh in a mysterious manner. Jackson immediately felt a subtle increase in his strength.

One percent.

It was such a tiny improvement that an ordinary person would never have noticed it.

But Jackson was different.

Ever since awakening, his understanding of his own body and strength had been extraordinarily acute. He could clearly perceive even the smallest change within himself.

His movements became even sharper.

Within mere seconds, the entire pack of ten wolves had been slaughtered.

Blood flowed across the ground like a crimson river, gathering around the carcass and corpses until it formed a small, gruesome pond beneath Jackson’s feet.

Meanwhile, Samuel’s expression had become dark as charcoal.

The deathly miasma had already begun taking effect.

The moment it entered his body, Samuel felt his strength gradually being suppressed. His muscles became heavier, his movements sluggish, and even circulating his energy required considerably more effort than before.

To his horror, he was actually struggling to resist the miasma.

A strong feeling of regret suddenly surfaced in his heart.

Maybe he should never have come here.

If he was already being affected this badly, then that brat should have been even worse off.

But why was Jackson still moving as if nothing had happened?

The situation was becoming increasingly strange.

Samuel stared through the mist, his heart filled with unease.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

Jackson was walking toward him.

Step by step, his figure emerged from the gray fog, an alloy knife hanging casually in his hand. Crimson blood dripped from its edge, leaving small droplets on the ground with every step.

The Aura of Slaughter surrounded his body, giving him an almost demonic charm.

For the first time, Samuel realized that something was terribly wrong.

He instinctively began retreating.

Then a flash of lightning tore through the mist.

A Lightning Arrow pierced straight through his leg.

Under normal circumstances, such an attack would never have been able to break through Samuel’s defenses. But the deathly miasma had weakened him continuously, and his once-powerful body was no longer in its peak condition.

Pain exploded through his leg.

At the same time, the intense terror he had once felt when facing Jackson returned.

Only this time, it was far stronger.

"What are you doing...?"

Samuel’s voice trembled.

Before the final word had even completely left his mouth, another Lightning Arrow shot through the air.

This time, it pierced directly through his chest.

Blood sprayed from Samuel’s mouth as his body staggered backward.

The next instant, Jackson’s figure vanished.

When Samuel’s eyes finally caught up, Jackson had already appeared directly in front of him like a ghost.

The alloy knife was raised high above his head.

There was no hesitation in Jackson’s eyes.

The blade descended.

Slash!

A head flew into the air.

Samuel Twig, a terrifying demon hunter responsible for the deaths of countless young talents, died just like that.

Jackson did not even blink.

He calmly kicked Samuel’s head to the side before crouching beside the corpse and quickly searching through his belongings. He did not know what valuables the man carried, but leaving useful items behind would be an unforgivable waste.

After finding something that resembled a hunter license, Jackson immediately snatched it up.

He did not stay for even a second longer.

Turning around, he disappeared into the depths of the forest.

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