Chapter 91: Musings
The towering structure of the penthouse loomed before Noah, its sleek, modern design standing in stark contrast to the forest he had just left behind. The glass windows reflected the dimming light of the evening, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of quiet solitude settle over him as he stepped into his sanctuary. The weight of his recent battle with the **Dreadhoof Behemoth** still lingered, but the fatigue was more mental than physical. The real frustration gnawed at him—he had failed to reach **Level 15**.
He had thought that the challenge of the **Dreadhoof Behemoth**, a **Level 16** monster, would have been enough to push him over the edge. But even with his superior abilities, his **Night Sovereign** class, and his **Legendary Armor**, he had only managed to reach **Level 13**.
The realization that his path to Level 15 was further than expected unsettled him. The monster had been a hard fight, and while it had given him ample experience, the amount required to level up from his current point was significant. His pace of growth, while accelerated due to his high attribute allocation, had its limits.
Noah sighed, running a hand through his hair as he moved to the sleek desk near the large windows. The city sprawled below him, the bustling world unaware of the quiet storm that brewed within the walls of his penthouse. He wasn't worried about his immediate future; his **Legendary Armor** and class abilities were enough to keep him safe, for now. But there was a deeper concern—a sense of urgency that he couldn't shake off.
He needed power. More power. And not just any power—he needed to reach **Level 15**.
With a sharp exhale, he pushed the frustration aside. There would be time for that later. For now, he needed to focus on the present.
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Noah's thoughts were interrupted when a soft chime echoed through the penthouse, signaling an incoming message. He turned his gaze to the holographic screen embedded in the desk. His fingers hovered over the interface as he activated the message, and a familiar name appeared in bold: **Siena**.
He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he read her message:
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"Noah,"
"I trust you are well. I wanted to confirm that I will uphold my end of our agreement to shield you from unwanted attention."
" However, there is a matter that requires your attention. The heir to the **Bloodfang Clan**—a **Level 18 Werewolf**—has become a problem. He is a threat to my position and to the stability of my clan. I cannot afford to let him grow stronger."**
"I require your assistance in removing him. I understand this may not be ideal, but you have my word I will continue to offer protection and aid when you need it."
" You owe me, Noah, and I expect you to uphold your side of the bargain."
" Consider this a request—one that is non-negotiable."
"Siena"
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Noah's eyes narrowed as he read through her message a second time. The words were clear enough, but the weight of her request was not something he had expected. An assassination. A **Level 18 Werewolf** heir.
The complexity of the situation stirred his thoughts, but Noah had no intention of showing weakness. His decision to rely on Siena had been a tactical one. She was a powerful ally—a werewolf of high status with access to resources and connections that would be useful. And while he had no particular fondness for the politics of werewolves, he understood the value of her protection. Having someone like Siena in his corner shielded him from many dangers.
But this… this was different.
Noah's lips pressed into a thin line as he reflected on the implications of Siena's message. She had clearly made a move to solidify her position, and in doing so, had put him in a position where he could no longer afford to be passive. **Helping her** would undoubtedly strengthen their bond, but it would also force him to take a more active role in her dangerous world.
The **Level 18 Werewolf** would be a formidable opponent, but Noah's **Night Sovereign** class and **Legendary Armor** were capable of dealing with opponents far beyond his current level. Still, an assassination was a delicate matter. He would need to plan carefully. There would be no room for mistakes.
Noah's mind began to race as he considered the logistics of the task. **Siena** had given him few details, but she had made it clear that the situation was urgent. He would need to learn more about this heir—his strengths, his weaknesses, and the political landscape surrounding him. The **Bloodfang Clan** was not to be taken lightly, and Noah had no intention of acting recklessly. He had already made enemies, and this would likely place him in the crosshairs of another powerful faction.
But in the end, Noah realized that he had little choice but to comply. Siena had done much for him, and while he resented being forced into action, he knew better than to turn his back on an ally—especially one like her.
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Noah stood from his desk, walking over to the large windows that overlooked the city. The glow of the city lights stretched endlessly before him, a sea of ambition and wealth, a constant reminder of the world he had to navigate.
To succeed in this world, Noah knew he had to be both cunning and ruthless. He had already seen how quickly powerful factions could turn against one another, how quickly they could manipulate and control. And now, as he stood on the edge of his own ascension, he realized that alliances were as fragile as they were necessary.
Helping Siena with her assassination request was not a favor—it was a strategic move. It would ensure that he remained under her protection and out of the sight of those who might try to exploit his growing power. But there were no guarantees. Even Siena had rivals, and getting involved in her conflicts could expose him to new risks. He would have to tread carefully.
His thoughts returned to the **Level 18 Werewolf** heir. Killing a monster of that caliber would not be easy. Even with his superior abilities, the sheer raw power of a werewolf at that level would present a formidable challenge. He would need to assess the situation, gather intelligence, and perhaps even enlist the help of those who owed him favors—if he had any.
But first, he needed to reach **Level 15**.
His desire to ascend was clear. **Level 15** would not only unlock new abilities and further enhance his **Night Sovereign** powers, but it would also give him the advantage in upcoming battles. The world was vast, and there were countless forces waiting to test his limits. To confront them, he needed every advantage he could get.
Noah closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the weight of the decisions before him. He wasn't just a survivor anymore. He was playing the long game. The world was his to shape, but he needed to move carefully.
**Level 15**. **Siena's request**. The assassination of a **Level 18 Werewolf**.
Everything was connected. It was time to act.
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