shadowstring
Everyone has the system. Every level adds years to your life. The strong live for millennia. The weak die in decades.
Ren is twenty years old. Level twenty. Seventy-five years left to live. He lives in the Slum Ring of Mudwall, a town swallowed by the Green Tomb—a jungle twenty times the size of Earth, where the weather hunts, plants kill, and monsters wear centuries like badges.
He has one gift: Unseen Presence. A stealth so perfect the system returns "Target Not Found."
He has one dream: a two-floor shop in the Middle Ring. Two hundred square meters. Home upstairs. Business downstairs. Sixty-five thousand Jungle Coins.
He has ninety-eight.
But the jungle doesn't care about dreams. Crown Beasts wait in the deep layers. The Fog Drinker—the monster that killed his mentor—is still alive. And somewhere in the Root Ruins, a Vine King with a five-thousand-coin bounty is about to learn why hunters whisper the name "The Stillness."
Shadowstring. The hunter you never see coming.
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eon6456 · Fantasy
