The world had narrowed to nothing but fire, smoke, and the crushing silence between breaths. I knelt beside Chief Ryan, my gloved hands trembling as they hovered over the debris pinning him down. His leg was crushed beneath twisted steel and collapsed concrete, the jagged remnants of what used to be the kindergarten's ceiling pressing mercilessly against him. Blood darkened the soot on his uniform, and the faint hiss of fire creeping closer filled the space between us.
His eyes met mine—sharp, clear, and terrifyingly calm despite everything.
"Mr. Fox," Ryan rasped, his voice steady even as ash clung to his lips, "what are you doing?"
I swallowed, the taste of smoke bitter on my tongue. "Saving you." My fingers dug into the wreckage again, ignoring the searing heat that bit through my gloves, tearing at the ruins like sheer willpower could bend steel.
But Ryan's hand shot out, gripping my wrist with surprising strength. His face—lined with exhaustion and streaked with soot—hardened with something more than pain.
"You've already answered the question," he said.
I froze.
That damn question. Would you save someone if the risk is too big?
I'd answered it without hesitation once. No, I'd said, because I have someone to go home to. Sienna.
But standing here, watching the life bleed from a man who'd never treated me like a rookie, who saw every member of this team as family regardless of rank… that answer felt like ash in my mouth.
"I was wrong," I whispered, my voice shaking. I tugged against his grip, desperate, conflicted. "I can't leave you here."
His expression softened—not with sympathy, but with acceptance.
"Listen to me," Ryan said, pulling my attention back from the storm in my chest. "You have to take the kid."
I glanced down. The child he'd shielded was wedged between us, small and fragile, coughing weakly. Ryan shifted slightly, gritting his teeth through the pain to create just enough space.
"Grab him," he ordered.
My hands moved on instinct, sliding into the narrow gap, carefully pulling the boy free. His tiny arms wrapped around my neck, his sobs muffled against my shoulder.
"I'm coming back for you," I swore, my voice raw with something I couldn't name.
But Ryan's face twisted with fury. "Wake up, Mr. Fox!" he roared, his voice cutting through the crackling inferno like a blade. "It's over for me! My leg's crushed—I'm deadweight even if you could dig me out. You'll die trying, and the district's calling for help. You must answer."
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The words slammed into me harder than any explosion.
"Please…" I whispered, but it was useless.
Chief Ryan's features softened one last time. "Man..... I wish my skills could help others one last time. Even if its not possible."
Then it happened.
A sharp ping echoed in my mind, the system notification cutting through the noise.
[Special Permission Granted: Chief Donovan Ryan has willingly authorized the use of "Destroy."]
Target: Chief Donovan Ryan
Proceed? [Yes] [No]
My chest tightened. My thumb hovered over the mental prompt, shaking. I could feel his eyes on me, not filled with fear but with quiet resolve.
With tears burning hotter than the flames around us, I pressed [Yes].
The world shifted.
A surge of warmth—no, not warmth, fire—rushed through me. Skills flooded my mind, weaving into the very fabric of who I was.
Command Presence (Lv. 8): Instilled calm and focus, a force of leadership that steadied not just me but anyone around me.
Advanced Hazard Assessment (Lv. 7): My awareness expanded, every creak of the collapsing structure painting vivid, perfect maps in my head.
Rescue Efficiency (Lv. 8): My movements sharpened, every second stretched and optimized for precision.
Thermal Perception (Lv. 6): The heat wasn't just heat anymore—it was a language, a guide.
Endurance Mastery (Lv. 7): My exhaustion evaporated, replaced by relentless stamina.
A-Rank Firefighter Job Acquired.
And my Advanced Rescue Mastery—absorbed the Rescue Efficiency skill, since it was one of its initial components, leveling up, becoming something almost otherworldly.
I stood there, perfectly attuned to the flames, the debris, the chaos. Like I was part of the inferno itself.
I looked down at Ryan one last time. He didn't need words. His eyes that were tired but calm said everything. As if taking his skills took a part of whatever remaining energy he had.
"Yes sir," I whispered. Then I turned away.
I carried the child outside, where the sky was an angry red, and the air was thick with ash and sirens. I set him down gently beside the others, then sprinted back into the fire.
And I didn't stop.
Building after building, room after room. My body moved on instinct, guided by skills that felt like they'd always been mine. I navigated collapsing stairwells, suffocating smoke, and walls of flame with precision that defied logic. Sometimes I carried one person, sometimes two—rarely three. But I never stopped.
The hours blurred together, marked only by the rising body count—not of the dead, but the saved.
By the time reinforcements arrived, all they had to do was put out the flames. The fires had raged, but I'd already carved paths through the destruction, pulling out over 300 people in just under five hours.
I sat on the curb, my gear scorched, my body bruised and burned beneath the layers—but I wasn't tired. The skills kept me upright, even as my heart felt heavier than the debris I'd lifted.
A reporter approached, camera crew in tow, her voice cutting through the noise.
"Sir, can we get your name? You saved hundreds today. They're calling you a hero. Some say… they saw a fox emerge from the flames, carrying people to safety."
I looked up slowly, the distant roar of still-burning fires filling the gaps in her words.
My mind was still with Chief Ryan, buried beneath ash and wreckage.
But I answered anyway, my voice quiet.
"Mr. Fox....My name is Mr. Fox."
[SYSTEM INTERFACE]
Name: Mr. Fox (Reynard Vale)
Job Title: Jobmaster (Rank SSS)
Active Portfolio: Construction Worker Portfolio (A-Rank)
Endurance Boost (Lv. 9)
Heavy Lifting (Lv. 8)
Material Efficiency (Lv. 5)
Team Coordination (Lv. 6)
Structural Reinforcement (Lv. 7)
Precision Engineering (Lv. 6)
Fast Assembly (Lv. 2)
On-Sight Adaptability (Lv. 2)
Workforce Command (Lv. 2)
Visible Job Skills:
Strategist (Lv. 4) – Improves planning and problem-solving abilities
Advanced Rescue Mastery (Lv. 8): Maximizes speed, precision, and strategic effectiveness when locating, extracting, and securing individuals from high-risk, unstable, or hazardous environments. Enhances adaptability in dynamic rescue scenarios and improves team coordination during complex operations.
Fire Suppression (Lv. 3) – Enhances effectiveness in controlling and extinguishing fires
Heat Resistance (Lv. 3) – Significantly reduces the impact of extreme temperatures on performance
Command Presence (Lv. 8): Instills calm and focus in team members during high-stress situations, improving coordination and efficiency.
Advanced Hazard Assessment (Lv. 7): Allows rapid identification of structural weaknesses, potential flashpoints, and safe paths in active fire zones.
Thermal Perception (Lv. 6): Grants the ability to sense temperature variations through walls and debris, identifying hidden fire sources or trapped victims.
Endurance Mastery (Lv. 7): Reduces fatigue, allowing for sustained high-performance in extreme conditions.
Jobs:
Construction Worker (A-Rank) — Active in Portfolio
Firefighter (A-Rank)
Special Skill:
Scan, Absorb, Destroy
Cooldown:
Skill Copy (Ready for Use)
Available Rewards:
[3 Construction Worker Skill Keys]