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The Night Walker

مؤلف: Peter Robinson
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​The bow was a lie.

​Riley felt the weight of it in his hand, but it didn't feel like power; it felt like a lightning rod. Every ghost in the grove—the flickering deer, the translucent wolves—was closing in with a rhythmic, suffocating intent.

​He fired. The arrow of light passed through the leading wolf as if it were mist. No damage. No stagger. The creature didn't even blink.

​"...Right," Riley hissed, his knuckles whitening on the grip.

​He drew again, but before he could release, a small, warm weight slammed into his wrist. Lumi. The creature didn't bite; it simply pulled his hand down. The bow clattered to the turquoise grass.

​The pressure vanished instantly.

​The wolves stopped. The deer lowered their heads. The "malice" in the air evaporated, replaced by the same eerie, detached peace from before.

​Riley stared at the bow. Then at the sword. Then at Lumi.

​"Another test," he whispered.

​This trial wasn't about proving he could kill. It was about proving he knew when not to. The weapons weren't rewards; they were temptations. Every time he armed himself, he became a threat to the world's balance—and the world reacted by trying to eliminate the threat.

​Riley stepped past the altar, leaving the steel and wood behind.

​In the center of the clearing stood the Great Oak, its bark etched with four ancient symbols: The Flower. The Beast. The Sun. The Moon.

​He didn't look at the Sun—the symbol of constant, burning visibility. He didn't look at the Beast. His gaze settled on the Moon. It was the symbol of the hidden, the shifting, and the patient.

​He pressed his palm to the cold wood of the Moon carving.

​The grove didn't fade; it was swallowed. Absolute darkness rushed in, a void so complete that Riley felt his own sense of body start to dissolve. Then, the system spoke—not in a text box, but in a whisper that echoed in his soul.

​[CLASS ASSIGNED: LUNA DRUID]

[PASSIVE: TIDAL DUALITY]

​DIURNAL WEAKNESS: -50% All Stats during the Day.

​NOCTURNAL ASCENDANCY: +200% All Stats during the Night.

​Riley’s eyes widened in the dark. In gaming terms, this was "Stupidly Strong."

​"If I have 10 Strength..." he calculated, his voice echoing in the void. "In the sun, I’m a peasant with 5. I’m a liability."

​Then his pulse quickened.

​"But at night? I’m at 20. I’m a god."

​It wasn't a balanced class. It was a gamble. A trade-off that would make him the most vulnerable player in Spiritbound for half the time, and the most dangerous for the other. It was a path built around timing—a class for a player who knew how to wait for the shadows.

​"Yeah," Riley said softly, a sharp, cold focus settling over him. "I can work with that."

​The darkness coalesced into the giant once more. The stone colossus loomed over him, its starlight eyes glowing with something that looked like approval.

​"Congratulations, human," the giant boomed, the sound vibrating in Riley’s teeth. "You have found a path that was not given. You sought the shadow while others chased the light. I expect great things from you."

​The giant leaned down, its face a mountain of ancient stone.

​"What shall the world call you?"

​Riley didn't think about his old guild names. He didn't think about "Riley." He thought about the +100 Luck, the 104% Sync Rate, and the moon-bound power humming in his veins.

​"Night Walker."

​"Very well... Night Walker."

​A final set of weapons appeared, but these were different. They were silhouettes of darkness. Riley reached for the bow. The moment his hand closed around it, the material turned to a wood as black as a starless sky, threaded with veins of pale, lunar silver.

​"This weapon is bound to your path," the giant whispered. "You require no arrows. Draw the string, and the Night will answer."

​Riley gripped the bow. It didn't feel like a tool anymore. It felt like an extension of his own arm.

​"And remember," the giant’s voice began to fade as the world started to dissolve into the true game world. "The power you wield will rise and fall as the heavens do. Sleep when the sun reigns. Rule when it dies."

​Then, the darkness broke.

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