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In the shadow of the alley, Rayal gently leaned against the cold stone wall, trying to find a sense of security in this secluded corner. His heart was pounding in his ears, and everything around him was so quiet, as if the whole world had frozen in this moment.
However, in this silence, Rayal suddenly felt an indescribable unease. He had thought the alley was empty, but now he seemed to sense countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness, like leopards hidden in the night, coldly and sharply fixated on him.
He slowly raised his head, trying to discern the hidden presences in the darkness. However, there was only pitch black, not a glimmer of light. This sensation made his skin start to tingle, and a primal alertness rose in his heart.
Rayal's breathing became more cautious, and his hand lightly reached for the small knife at his waist—even though it wasn't a powerful weapon, it might provide him with the most basic protection in this situation.
The sense of oppression in the darkness grew stronger and stronger, and Rayal felt himself tightly locked in by this invisible gaze. A sense of foreboding surged in his heart, perhaps there was some kind of danger here that he had never encountered before.
Rayal slowly stood up, his movements extremely subtle, trying not to attract any possible attention. His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, while his ears strained to listen for any possible sounds around him. Every second, every minute was filled with tension and uncertainty, he might have to face an unknown conflict at any moment.
Rayal anxiously browsed the skill menu, hoping to find some abilities that could help him investigate his surroundings or enhance his vision. However, as his eyes scanned the skill list, his heart sank. Apart from the two skills he already knew, "escape" and " Lethalization," the menu was empty, with no other available options.
This made him feel even more helpless. He was now in an unknown danger, surrounded by some hidden threat that he couldn't accurately identify. Rayal knew he was in an extremely disadvantageous position, lacking sufficient information and skills to deal with potential dangers.
The sound of debate from the street occasionally drifted into this dark alley, and as Rayal listened to people discussing the tragedy of the Beginner's village, he was filled with regret and anxiety. If only he could have been more careful in controlling his abilities, perhaps such a tragedy would not have occurred.
At this moment, he could only rely on his intuition and vigilance to deal with the situation at hand. His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, his ears focused on listening to the faint sounds around him, and his mind rapidly evaluated every possible action and choice.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. Rayal knew that in such a situation, maintaining a calm and clear mind was crucial. However, he also understood that he might need to use his only escape skill at any moment to deal with sudden threats.
In the dim moonlight, several figures slowly emerged from the darkness. They looked disheveled, with tattered clothes and a rough, weary appearance from living in the lower depths. Their eyes revealed wariness and curiosity toward the sudden appearance of this stranger. Anxious, Rayal said, "Brothers... I am Rayal, just passing through, looking for a place to rest for a while." Before he could finish speaking, one of them asked in a hoarse voice, "Rayal?" as if assessing his identity and intentions.
Rayal stood nervously, trying to use words to calm the possible hostility of these wanderers. "Yes, I'm Rayal, just looking for a place to rest for a while," he tried to make his voice sound as calm and harmless as possible.
One of the burly wanderers stepped forward, his eyes carrying a hint of distrust. "This isn't a place for just anyone to come and rest. You don't look like one of our kind," he said, with a hint of provocation in his tone.
Rayal His heart tightened, but he knew it wasn't the time to fight. He needed to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible. "I know, I just really need a place to rest. I won't cause any trouble."
Another vagrant sneered, "You seem quite polite, but here, politeness doesn't count for much."
Rayal felt the atmosphere becoming more tense and looked around alertly, planning how to respond if the situation worsened. He hoped to avoid any conflict but also prepared to escape at any moment.
As the vagrants approached, Rayal's tension increased. He carefully observed their movements and quickly calculated possible escape routes. When his gaze swept over them, the system suddenly displayed a series of red markers, indicating that all of these vagrants were red-named players, meaning they were wanted illegal characters.
This discovery made Rayal's heart race. He knew these people might have done various dangerous things, and their behavior might be unpredictable. Rayal carefully stepped back, trying to keep his distance from them, while his hand lightly touched the belt around his waist, ready to activate the Lethalization skill at any moment, although he didn't want to provoke any more conflicts.
"It seems like you know who we are," the burly wanderer taunted, his eyes flashing with cunning and dangerous light. "You don't look like an ordinary Wanderer. What's going on?"
Rayal Stay vigilant, but his tone remained calm: "I am just a passing traveler, not looking to cause any trouble."
"A passing traveler?" another vagabond sneered, "On this street, no one is innocent. You better speak out your true purpose, or we won't be polite."
Rayal realized that the situation could quickly spiral out of control. He glanced around, searching for an escape route, while preparing to use his Lethalization skills for self-defense at any moment. His heart pounded like a drum, each beat reminding him that this could be a life-or-death standoff.
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