Space equipment—every transmigrator's silent accomplice.
After all, what are murder and arson without a place to hide the evidence?
Among them, the Spatial Bag was the most discreet. No gleaming ring, no ornate necklace—just an unremarkable pouch that concealed a private void.
Qin Tian slipped his hand into the pouch and pulled out a magazine. With a flicker of thought, it vanished—swallowed into a space only he could perceive. Another thought, and it reappeared in his palm.
No light. No ripple of energy. Just obedience.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
So this was power.
No spiritual currents surged within him, no mystical force to channel. His ability responded like a limb—natural, instinctive. Thought alone was enough. Only overuse, he suspected, would exact a price from his body and mind.
His gaze lifted back to the battlefield.
The Sphinx Beastman was already collapsing.
With its Skyborne mount gone and a sword driven through its body, the tide had turned. Like the first domino falling, everything after was inevitable. Wounds multiplied across its frame. Its resistance faltered.
It was already dead. It just hadn't finished falling yet.
Qin Tian, the unseen hand behind the shift, had gained more than just advantage—over two hundred Evolution Points, along with a tidy sum of military merit.
A sharp series of beeps cut through the chaos.
Qin Dadi checked his watch, voice low and steady."A mission just came in."
Xiao Yunlong leaned closer. "What kind?"
"A Tier Two Spirit Cat. It's ours."
Silence followed.
Even amid gunfire and screams, the words felt heavy.
"A Spirit Cat?" Xiao Yunlong's voice tightened.
Their team was Tier Two—but tiers meant little without context. Spirit Cats carried Black Iron Beast bloodlines. That alone placed them leagues above ordinary fighters.
One such creature could tear through several opponents of equal rank without slowing.
Fast. Precise. Merciless.
And worst of all—they were built for killing.
Qin Dadi was strong but slow. Liu Zhaozhao burned bright but fragile. Against something like that… they wouldn't be fighting.
They'd be prey.
Around them, other teams scattered, responding to their own orders. The battlefield shifted again.
"Why us?" Xiao Yunlong muttered, unease bleeding into frustration.
"It means no one else is available," Qin Dadi replied flatly. "And we're the best they've got."
A stone-coated arm rose just in time to deflect incoming fire. Even moving toward their target required threading through death itself—stray bullets, falling debris, collapsing beasts.
"Best?" Xiao Yunlong gave a hollow laugh. "I can't outrun a Spirit Cat."
"Orders don't care," Qin Dadi said.
No one argued after that.
A sudden tug yanked Xiao Yunlong backward.
A bullet tore through the space where he'd been a heartbeat earlier, scorching the air.
He froze, then turned sharply. "Qin Tian… you—"
"Watch yourself," Qin Tian said, already scanning ahead.
On this battlefield, his Danger Perception paired with the remnants of the Spirit Cat's shadow made him something else entirely—untouchable, almost. Not just for himself, but for those near him.
Still… it wouldn't be enough.
He understood that better than anyone.
The Spirit Cat they were hunting wasn't just fast—it was made for speed. Its body, its instincts, its power… all perfected for the hunt. Even with his enhanced reflexes, Qin Tian knew the truth.
They might not even see it coming.
His eyes darkened.
Then he made his choice.
Two thousand Evolution Points—invested.
The transformation was immediate.
A tremor ran through his body, sharp and electric. Something deep within him shifted, shed, reformed. The weight he hadn't noticed before vanished entirely.
His steps grew lighter.
Faster.
Sharper.
It felt as though gravity itself had loosened its grip.
Now… he could keep up.
Maybe.
"Good enough," he murmured.
Gunfire erupted again as he moved, clearing enemies from their path. Beastmen fell one after another—green-skinned orcs, shadow cats, nameless bodies feeding the war.
The numbers climbed.
Evolution Points stacked quietly in the background.
Then—
Qin Dadi stopped.
"There."
Ahead, the target moved.
A blur of dark fur and leather, weaving effortlessly through the battlefield. Bullets chased it, missed it. Soldiers died before they even realized it had reached them—throats opened by claws that moved too fast to follow.
A predator among corpses.
"Tier Two… Spirit Cat."
Qin Tian narrowed his eyes.
As if sensing his gaze, the creature turned.
For a moment, everything stilled.
Its face was almost human—soft lines, wide eyes, something disturbingly familiar beneath the fur. But the illusion shattered under its gaze.
Cold.
Hungry.
Cruel.
There was no humanity there.
Only the thrill of the hunt.
And now—
It had found new prey.