[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dawn-walker":3,"chapter-dawn-walker-dawn-walker-chapter-110":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Dawn Walker",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1836767,2443,"Chapter 110: The Hungry Street IV","dawn-walker-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s chest tightened. His mind went cold for a second. A chaos rank three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading these small-fry thugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had miscalculated badly. He had assumed the gang was low-level. He had assumed he could handle them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not handle Raka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with 16k battle power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Bat Bat, even with Auri, even with his bats, even if he turned them into Ghouls. Raka alone was too high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka looked at Sekhmet like Sekhmet was a piece of meat brought to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah,\" Raka said. \"So this is the one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs shoved Sekhmet forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stumbled slightly, then steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka’s gaze moved to Bat Bat on Sekhmet’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint interest appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bat,\" Raka murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat’s ears flattened. She did not like the way he looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka’s gaze returned to Sekhmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You like beating my people,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka chuckled softly, then waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beat him,\" he ordered casually, like ordering a drink. \"Cut his legs. Cut his hands. Throw him back into the street so everyone sees what happens when someone touches Raka’s property or people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs grinned. Some cracked knuckles. Some pulled out knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s throat tightened. Not from hunger now. From tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka leaned back slightly, as if finished with the matter. But then he paused. He looked upward, as if listening to something unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A communicating stone near his belt vibrated faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz... Buzz...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Annoying,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up. His presence grew heavier, like the room’s air bent around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have a meeting,\" Raka said, voice flat. \"Underground market association.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs stiffened. They respected him. They feared him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka’s gaze stayed on Sekhmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not waste my time torturing you,\" he said. \"My men can handle it. When I return, I want you broken. If you are still breathing, I might finish what remains.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smirked slightly, as if that was amusing. He stepped forward, then leaned close enough that Sekhmet could smell the metal scent of his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You look disappointed,\" Raka murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s voice stayed calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was hoping you would stay,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raka laughed, actually amused now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have spirit,\" he said. \"Good. It will make your screams louder.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned and walked away, escorted by two higher ranked men. Both of them were the strongest aside from Raka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disappeared into a side tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Raka left, Sekhmet’s chest loosened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because the situation became safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the greatest threats were no longer present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs did not notice Sekhmet’s subtle shift. They were too excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Raka watching, they became more cruel, more playful, more eager to prove themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thug grabbed Sekhmet’s hair and yanked his head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now,\" the thug said. \"We cut first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet remained still. Inside his mind, his plan changed instantly. He could not fight Raka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not need to fight Raka right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only needed to survive until he could escape this hideout, or until he could create enough chaos to feed and grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated Blood Eye again, scanning the thugs. He forced himself to memorize numbers quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were fifty of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He counted by presence and movement, by posture and chaos energy, by the confidence in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten plus were chaos rank one. Their battle power was over 10k. They stood slightly apart, the stronger ones, the ones who acted like minor commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest were between 4k and 9.9k.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still dangerous in numbers. Still enough to kill a careless man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sekhmet was not careless anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had Bat Bat. He had Auri in the void land. He had six rare bats. He had twenty-plus bat minions. He had Blood Control. He had his Blood Sword. He had Blood Summon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had Blood Puppet, though he could not use it freely yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hunger...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hunger made him creative. He looked down slightly, acting weak, acting resigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is not even begging,\" one thug said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe he thinks he is still strong,\" another mocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third thug slapped Sekhmet’s cheek lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at me,\" the thug said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet lifted his eyes. He stared at the thug with calm coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug flinched slightly. Then he laughed louder to cover his discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dragged Sekhmet toward a metal frame in the room, a torture rack used by people who enjoyed pain like entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knives were laid out on a stone tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shing... shing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bucket of dirty water sat nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat’s body trembled slightly on Sekhmet’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered, voice small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" she said. \"We fight now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not answer aloud. He only blinked once, slow, controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs began preparing. One tested a blade’s sharpness with his thumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tightened the chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another rolled up sleeves, smiling like a butcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s mind worked fast. He formed the plan quickly. He did it in layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he would let them get close. He would let them think he was helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, he would break the first chaos rank one thug quickly, to create fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third, he would release the bat swarm, not to kill, but to blind and distract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth, he would summon Auri and the six rare bats at the moment they least expected it, because surprise was worth more than raw power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth, he would feed. He would feed enough to refill his chaos energy. He would feed enough to push his blood awakening forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not drain everyone. He would keep some alive. He would create options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Raka returned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Sekhmet would not fight him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would escape into the void land if needed, even if it cost him time and energy. He would survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because survival was always the first step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs stepped closer, smiling, ready to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet lowered his gaze one last time. Then, behind that calm face, his eyes sharpened like a blade being drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>",1014,"2026-06-09T06:31:32.937Z",1,"novelbin.me","3c9f7e02752e27cf09f3a0f23775ebac470ee09dea0cbc23bb6f5035304b147b","dawn-walker-chapter-111","dawn-walker-chapter-109",359,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdawn-walker-cover.jpg"]