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Level Up: Assassin.

The universe has always operated by a single, unwavering law: "Survival of the fittest." This fundamental rule governs everything, living or non-living. It was this very law that Alastor found himself entangled with. Awakening in a forest on planet Earth, in a forgotten corner of the universe, Alastor possessed no memories of his life before the age of four. Growing up, he quickly learned the brutal truth of this society: power was the currency of respect and longevity. Alastor clung to the hope of unraveling the mystery of his past. But his hopes were seemingly crushed when his bloodline ability manifested as [Speed]. It was an ability widely considered weak due to its inherent limitations, doing little to enhance his standing in this power-obsessed world. Just when his dream of uncovering his past began to flicker and fade, a glimmer of hope emerged. The pendant he wore, a constant presence he vaguely remembered from his earliest memories, suddenly flared to life. It was his only tangible connection to his past. And then, a bright blue screen materialized before his eyes. ----- [SYSTEM DETECTED. HOST COMPATIBILITY CONFIRMED.] [SYSTEM INITIATING BINDING SEQUENCE...]

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Chapter 67. Naomi Campbell.

Marcus's over-the-top reaction piqued Alastor's curiosity. He knew from Kathy that Naomi was a streamer, fairly popular, but Marcus's behavior was puzzling. He'd asked Marcus directly, but received no clear answer. Deciding to investigate himself, Alastor grabbed his phone, opened Ingram, and searched for Naomi. He quickly found her account and was stunned by what he saw. Over fifty million followers – more than many celebrities. A quick scroll through her profile revealed the reason for her popularity.

It was a cascade of cosplay photos, and in every single one, Naomi's ample bust was prominently displayed. Alastor facepalmed and shot Marcus a look of exasperated disappointment.

"What?" Marcus asked, oblivious. Alastor just shrugged, leaned back, and tried to relax, though he found himself occasionally glancing at the lady in red dress across the room.

After a while, Marcus seemed to notice Alastor's wandering gaze.