I barely slept. My phone screen glowed in the dim light of my apartment as I watched the numbers climb. The forum posts about Attack on Titan had exploded overnight, with people discussing everything from Eren's rage to the terrifying presence of the Titans. Some claimed it was a metaphor for oppression, others saw it as a thrilling horror story. Either way, they were hooked.
[Reader engagement: 12,432. Points earned: 534.]
A surge of energy ran through me. Five hundred points. I opened the system's shop for the first time. The categories ranged from "Basic Knowledge" to "Supernatural Abilities." Some things were ridiculously expensive—flight, super strength, even regeneration were in the millions. But at my level, I could afford minor upgrades.
I scrolled through the options and bought Enhanced Drawing Speed (100 Points) and Mental Library (300 Points). The first would let me sketch faster, while the second gave me instant access to any story I had ever read or created. The moment I confirmed the purchase, my hand tingled. I grabbed my sketchbook and drew a panel in seconds, every line coming out flawless. My memories of manga I had read before were now crystal clear, as if I had written them myself.
With my speed boosted, I didn't waste a second. I launched straight into my next project—Death Note. A notebook that could kill anyone just by writing their name? That would shake the world. I drafted the first five chapters in a single night and uploaded them before dawn. The moment they hit the internet, the reaction was immediate.
[New manga published: Death Note. Reader engagement: 312. Points earned: 43.]
Less than an hour in, and it was already spreading. People debated the morality of Kira, whether Light was right or wrong. But I wasn't just creating fiction—I was planting ideas into this world. If superheroes and governments saw Death Note as a real threat, things could get dangerous.
Then, the first major notification popped up.
[High-profile individual has read your work. Attention drawn: 1%]
I froze. What did that mean? Before I could think, there was a knock on my door.
I wasn't expecting visitors. My heart pounded as I approached. The moment I opened the door, my breath hitched. A man in a black suit, sunglasses, and a cold expression stood outside. Behind him, two others watched silently.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.," he said. "We need to talk."
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