Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 673

Chapter 673: New Target

The afternoon was colder than the morning.

Kaiden pulled up the Association’s tactical overlay on his wrist artifact. The holographic map flickered to life above his forearm, a topographical spread of the northern range dotted with colored markers. Red for confirmed hostile. Yellow for unconfirmed. Grey for stale data, positions logged more than an hour ago that may have shifted since.

The map wasn’t perfect. The Association’s monitoring teams updated positions based on drone sweeps and veteran reports, but the deep northern zones had gaps.

Monsters migrated. Territories shifted. A marker that showed a lone creature resting in a basin could be a pack of six by the time you arrived.

Better than nothing.

Kaiden studied the spread while his girls walked beside him. Luna kept pace on his left, eyes darting between the terrain ahead and the hologram.

What he was looking for was obvious enough that no one asked.

Killable was the operative word. Level seventy-five and above didn’t mean every monster in that bracket was a viable target. Some were flatly impossible for a team of their level regardless of coordination.

A creature significantly faster than Luna meant they couldn’t control engagement distance. If it wanted to run, they couldn’t catch it. If it wanted to close on the backline, nobody could intercept. Speed nullified their entire tactical framework.

A creature too durable for sustained damage meant they’d burn through mana reserves before the thing went down. The Borer Queen had nearly hit that threshold, and she’d had exploitable joints. A pure tank with no structural weak points would outlast them every time.

What they needed was something strong enough to grant meaningful experience, slow enough to be kited, and possessing a weakness their team composition could exploit.

"There." After fifteen minutes of searching for the right target, Kaiden tapped a red marker on the map. Level seventy-six. A Gorecliff Trampler, positioned in a narrow ravine about two kilometers northeast. The Association notes flagged it as a territorial grazer with heavy armor plating and slow rotational speed. Powerful charges in straight lines, but poor lateral mobility.

Aria could stay airborne outside its charge lanes. Luna could hit the flanks between wind-ups. Nyx could use the ravine walls to toss boulders at it. Bastet could cook it from afar. Calypso could tank the charges if she positioned herself at an angle instead of head-on.

It was the right target.

"We move quiet. There are three other markers between us and the target, all level seventy-plus. We go around, not through."

...

After another ten minutes spent carefully navigating the terrain, they reached the ridge .

Kaiden looked down.

His expression darkened.

The Trampler was there. So were about twenty-five other people.

The ravine was a warzone. Ashbound was in the thick of it, Ash’s weapon carving into the creature’s plated flank while Brittany and Stacy worked the opposite side. Trisha provided ranged support from a ledge, energy bolts hammering the Trampler’s skull in a rhythm that suggested she’d been at it for a while. Ash’s camera drones orbited the fight in their usual tight formation.

The moment Ash spotted Kaiden on the ridge above, he stopped mid-swing. The Trampler’s tail nearly caught him across the chest, but Brittany shoved him clear just in time.

Ash didn’t care.

He raised both hands toward Kaiden, middle fingers extended, and sneered. The grin was back, the camera-ready one, full of petty revenge.

But the S-tier clown wasn’t what made Kaiden’s jaw tighten.

Beyond Ashbound, spread across the ravine’s southern entrance in a disciplined formation, a full competition squad of twenty fighters held position. They weren’t all engaging the Trampler. Some observed. Some maintained a perimeter. Their gear was uniform, well-maintained, and carried the kind of enchantment density that came from a guild with deep pockets.

New Dawn.

Kaiden’s eyes found two figures standing apart from the squad, elevated on a rock formation that gave them a clear view of the entire ravine. They were watching.

A woman with a dark braid and a thin cigarillo trailing smoke from her fingers. A man in combat armor that somehow looked casual on him, arms folded, posture relaxed.

Mariana and Chinedu.

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