first task from demon

Rex pulled his hood lower as he moved through the narrow alley, the damp smell of rotting wood and ale lingering in the air. The streets of Blue Wind Town were restless tonight—drunken laughter echoed from the tavern, while shadows flitted under torchlight.

A hooded figure leaned against the stone wall at the alley's end, his voice as cold as the night air.

> "You have been chosen."

Rex halted, every instinct warning him. His hand hovered near the dagger strapped to his waist. The figure's presence was unnatural—his breath didn't fog in the cold, and his scent carried no traces of sweat or life.

> "Chosen for what?"

The figure chuckled—a dry, hollow sound that sent a shiver down Rex's spine.

> "A test of loyalty. A trial of blood. A mark of the Demon."

At those words, something stirred inside him—an ancient weight settling onto his shoulders. A dark force, unseen but suffocating, coiled around him like invisible chains.

A system prompt appeared before his eyes:

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[Hidden Quest: Demon's Trial of Blood]

Objective: Assassinate High Priest Rob(Level 10) before dawn.

Failure Consequence: Your identity will be revealed to the gods. The heavens will hunt you.

Accept? [Yes] / [No]

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Rex's fingers twitched. His mind raced through every possible outcome.

A Level 10 priest. With guards. In a town crawling with holy enforcers.

Impossible.

He was only Level 1—he had nothing but his wits and experience. Even if he succeeded, the aftermath could put him on every bounty board across the kingdom.

But… he wasn't a fool.

If a demonic entity had chosen him, this was bigger than just a quest. The hidden rewards could be game-changing—skills, titles, weapons beyond his current level. And if he refused?

His eyes narrowed at the quest description. "The heavens will hunt you."

A refusal wasn't an option.

Rex exhaled slowly. He wasn't a naive beginner. He had spent 20 years in this game before being betrayed. If there was one thing he had learned, it was this:

> "Nothing in this world is fair. You either use the system, or it uses you."

His lips curled into a smirk. This was just another job.

He pressed [Yes].

A chilling gust of wind swept through the alley. The hooded figure's voice dropped to a whisper, words slithering into his mind like a curse.

> "The pact is sealed. Before dawn, the priest must die. Succeed… and the darkness will reward you. Fail… and even the gods will not grant you mercy."

The figure vanished, his form dissolving into black mist. At that moment, Rex felt it—a brand searing into his soul. An invisible mark. The weight of unseen eyes. The Demon was watching. And so were the Gods.

Rex pulled his hood lower, a grimace twisting his lips. Moon valley was holed up in the Temple District, a fortress of faith and steel. He needed to move quickly, assess the situation, and formulate a plan. As he turned to leave the alley, he saw them.

Rising Solution.

They stood at the alley's mouth, blocking the exit. Three figures clad in the guild's crimson colors, their faces hard and unforgiving. They weren't targeting nobles or established guilds – their attention was fixed on solo players, those without the protection of a powerful banner. Rex recognized the glint of extortion in their eyes. Rising Solution was showing its fangs.

"Going somewhere, solo?" one of them sneered, stepping forward. He hefted a crude mace, the iron head gleaming dully in the torchlight. "Town's closed for independent travel. Unless you've got the coin, you're staying put."

Rex's hand tightened around his dagger. This was a complication he hadn't anticipated. He glanced around. Other solo players were being stopped, forced to pay a hefty "travel fee" to leave. The town guard, as always, was conspicuously absent. Their protection, it seemed, was reserved for those with titles and influence. A flicker of recognition sparked in Rex's eyes. He'd heard whispers about this. Rising Solution's sudden aggression, their blatant extortion… it all pointed to one name: Max.

"I'm on urgent business," Rex said, his voice low and even. He didn't want a confrontation, not now. He needed to reach Veylan before dawn.

The Rising Solution member laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Urgent business? Everyone's got 'urgent business.' Doesn't mean you get a free pass. Five silver pieces. Pay up, or find yourself a nice cozy cell in the town jail."

Rex's jaw tightened. Five silver pieces wasn't the issue. It was the principle. It was the blatant exploitation. And it was the connection to Max and Cathy. He'd heard rumors – whispers in the taverns, complaints from newer players – about how Rising Solution was operating. They were preying on the weak.

Rex's fingers flew across the interface, opening up his attributes with a practiced motion. A cold, calculating look flickered in his eyes as he reviewed the information before him. The system was ruthless, but it was his only tool in a world where every decision counted.

Name: Rex

Level: 1 (0/10000)

Class: Unknown (Demon's Chosen)

Health: 100/100

Mana: 10/10

Stamina: 50/50

Attributes:

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 10

Constitution: 8

Intelligence: 6

Wisdom: 4

Charisma: 3

Dagger Mastery lvl 1 : +5% to dagger-related attacks and evasion.

Stealth lvl 1: +5% to sneaking, hiding, and silent movement.

Sharp Reflexes (Passive): +2 to agility when evading or attacking.

Unseen Hand (Passive): Chance to hide or disarm traps unnoticed.

Eye of the Demon (Unique): Unlocks the ability to see through illusions, detect hidden entities, and gain enhanced perception in the dark.

Rex's eyes lingered on "Eye of the Demon"—a power granted to him by the pact he'd just accepted. It was a dangerous gift, but it could be useful in these murky, hostile streets.

Looking at his meager stats, he wasn't confident in taking on a full group of Rising Solution members head-on. Strength was lacking, and his Constitution didn't give him much of a buffer for damage. But Dexterity and Stealth were his strong points. His quick thinking and ability to move unnoticed could get him out of this.

His gaze flicked over to the Skills section. The Dagger Mastery would serve him well, but it was Stealth that gave him the edge here. He could avoid a fight if he was careful enough. The trick would be to use his surroundings to his advantage, slip past the guards, and get out of the alley.

But the Eye of the Demon skill stood out—if he was to face Max or any of the Rising Solution members in the future, it might help him uncover secrets about their true intentions or weaknesses. Perhaps the mark wasn't just a curse, but a tool that could be wielded to unmask what lay hidden in plain sight.

Rex's mind worked swiftly. If he was going to make it out without engaging, he'd need to maximize his Dexterity—his best chance of slipping past these thugs without a fight. With the Demon's mark now burning inside him, it felt like an unspoken power was at his command. He would exploit every ounce of that power, even if it meant reshaping his attributes on the fly.

Attributes before adjustment:

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 10

Constitution: 8

Intelligence: 6

Wisdom: 4

Charisma: 3

Rex took a deep breath, focusing on the essence of the game. He could feel the system respond to his will—almost as if it were alive, waiting for his command. He tapped into the Demon's influence, knowing this was the only way he could gain the upper hand.

Attributes after adjustment:

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 13 (+3)

Constitution: 8

Intelligence: 6

Wisdom: 4

Charisma: 3

The change was immediate. A surge of energy rushed through him, his limbs lighter, faster, more responsive. His senses sharpened, his movements smoother. He felt ready to move like a shadow in the night, slipping past his would-be captors undetected.

The three members of Rising Solution were still blocking the alley's exit, their attention fixed on him. He noticed their weapons now, each member sporting an intimidating piece of gear, but none of it mattered. It was all about speed. Precision. Escape.

Rex slid his dagger back into its sheath and exhaled slowly. The Stealth skill flickered, subtly enhancing his ability to remain unseen. His footfalls grew lighter, his body tensing as he prepared to dart between them.

He didn't wait for a better moment. With a quick glance to check their positions, he began to move, his feet barely making a sound as he slipped into the shadows.

He wove through the alley, his movements fluid, instinctive. His heart beat in time with the rhythm of the streets, but his mind remained calm and focused. The members of Rising Solution were too distracted by their own bravado to notice him at first. Rex darted behind the first figure, the one with the crude mace, and slipped through the gap between him and the stone wall. A step forward, a shift to the left, and then he was gone—vanishing into the darkness, leaving no trace behind.

The Rising Solution members turned, confused, looking for the solo player who had so easily slipped through their fingers. One of them swore under his breath.

"Where'd he go?"

Rex didn't stop to watch. He was already moving fast, racing through the winding alleys of Blue Wind Town. Each step carried him closer to his goal. He could hear the faint shouts of Rising Solution members behind him, but he didn't slow down. The mission hadn't changed. He still had to go to Moon valley to find priest weakness.

As he ran, his mind shifted back to the task at hand. The Demon's Trial of Blood loomed over him, its weight pressing down with every step. He had just escaped one set of dangers, but the real test was ahead.

And this time, failure wasn't an option.

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