MTL - From White Box To Supervision - Chapter 39 pre-presentation event

[Unique Characteristic: You acquire ‘Protective Instinct’ (保護本能).]

In a peaceful, utopian Earth, a young man is born cursed by the will of the heavens. One day, he awakens… and uncovers the hidden world of the High Humans—the most powerful beings on the planet. His superpower? A rare support ability with healing powers… or is it? From that moment on, a healer who devours lives to grow stronger, just like the worst demons, is born. *** This is a story about superpowers in a distant future, where Earth hides unimaginable secrets. It’s also a journey across universes, filled with battles and discoveries. The protagonist isn’t a genius or a trained warrior. He’s just an ordinary man who faced dark times and watched his life be consumed by the abyss. But now, he has a chance to change everything. Step by step, he will learn why to fight—and how to survive.

How long will it take for a murdered thief to distill into something monstrous? In this story the darkness only grows stronger, and its reach only grows wider as it expands by devouring the life that surrounds it. This is a dark fantasy where evil is a where, not just a who that focuses on slow progression, undeath, and atmospheric storytelling.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”