The city streets below were quiet.
Too quiet.
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Above, I hovered.
Core burning. Heart steady. Mind alert.
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> [System Alert: Authority Enforcer – Adaptive Analysis Detected]
"…Figures. It's learning from me," I muttered.
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Moments later, golden light flared across the rooftops.
The Enforcer landed silently.
Chains of law hovered, waiting. Not attacking—observing, analyzing, adjusting.
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I studied its movement.
Each step calculated. Each chain's trajectory precise.
Not chaotic. Not emotional. Pure logic.
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> [System Note: Adaptive Threat – High]
— Learning Rate: Accelerated
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I exhaled.
"…So now I have to think faster than it can adjust."
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I tested a small Chaotic Signature pulse.
Rogue spirits reacted. Hunters faltered. Exorcists' arrays wavered.
The Enforcer blinked—or whatever the closest equivalent to blinking was.
Chains twisted differently this time. Not a misfire. Not hesitation.
Adaptation.
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"…Clever," it murmured.
> [Threat Level: Extreme – Adaptation in Progress]
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I tried again. A slightly larger pulse, combined with focused Emotional Grounding.
The Enforcer compensated faster.
Every gap I'd relied on before… shrinking.
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I realized: I wasn't just fighting physically or emotionally.
I was fighting intelligence.
> [System Note: Authority Enforcer Predictive Modeling Active]
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Rogue spirits orbited me, slightly confused by the changing patterns.
> [Observation: Adaptation Detected – Rogue Spirits Adjusting]
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"…Not bad," Mira's voice echoed.
"You're not just surviving—you're teaching. And now it's learning from you."
"…Great," I muttered, landing lightly on a rooftop.
"Now I have to outsmart a law that predicts chaos."
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The Enforcer raised its chains.
Not yet attacking. Just tracking, calculating, anticipating.
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I exhaled slowly, floating above the city.
"…This game just became serious."
> [System Update:]
— Authority Enforcer: Adaptive Analysis Confirmed
— Chaotic Signature Exposure: High Risk
— Survival Probability: Dependent on strategy
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Above, the city pulsed silently.
And the storm of watchers, hunters, rogue spirits, and exorcists quietly adjusted to every subtle move I made.
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