[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dawn-walker":3,"chapter-dawn-walker-dawn-walker-chapter-112":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},1836769,2443,"Chapter 112: The Hungry Street VI","dawn-walker-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rose like strings being drawn by invisible fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood formed a thin blade edge in the air, not yet a sword, just a sharpened line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whip — crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood line struck the thug’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug’s weapon flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stepped forward and punched the man’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug slammed backward into two others, knocking them down like poorly stacked barrels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat shot upward, wings flapping hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoof!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She landed on a thug’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mine!\" she shouted, then clawed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug froze in horror. \"No — NO!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat giggled like a demon child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Head is bleeding,\" she announced, then fluttered off before he could grab her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sekhmet’s eyes flicked toward her briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now is not the time, he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the chaos it created was useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men slipped in the panic, stepping back to avoid the \"flying curse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone shouted, \"It’s a witch bat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another screamed, \"It’s a demon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet used the fear. He moved between bodies like a shadow with purpose, striking pressure points, cracking ribs with controlled strength, knocking knees sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud —Crack— Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not kill. He avoided throats. He avoided hearts. He wanted them alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive meant blood. Alive meant information. Alive meant leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chaos rank one thug roared and slammed both fists down toward Sekhmet’s shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stepped in instead of stepping back, taking the impact into his arms with his reinforced chaos body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor cracked beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crk — Crk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet caught the thug’s wrists, twisted, and drove his forehead into the thug’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teeth snapped. Blood sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s nostrils flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat burned. He forced himself not to bite yet. Not yet. He needed to keep control while the fight still had numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat swooped down again, grabbing a thug’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chomp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bat! Get off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat yanked, then let go and floated backward smugly, chewing as if it was gum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ear is a snack,\" she declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not respond. He kept working through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes passed. Then more... The fight did not end quickly because there were too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became a grinding, brutal dance — Sekhmet breaking their formation, the bats disrupting their sight, the rare bats striking like knives, dragging men down and forcing them to cover their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torture rack toppled from a collision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang — Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knives scattered across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shing —Shing— Shing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bucket spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirty water mixed with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room became a mess of slipping boots and panicked curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thug one: \"Hold him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thug two: \"Pin him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thug four: \"Where is the rope!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thug five: \"Stop the bats!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s coat tore slightly at the shoulder. It wasn’t the nightmare coat. He didn’t wear it today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knife grazed his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body reacted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunger surged again, smelling his own blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat saw the cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master bleed,\" she said, alarmed. \"Master food for healing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s voice stayed calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" he replied. \"You fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat nodded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bat Bat fight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dove like a tiny missile into a thug’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug screamed and flailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet used that opening to knock the man unconscious with a short strike to the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept counting mentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the chaos rank one man especially. They were the only real threat among the swarm. They were stronger, faster, less likely to panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even they started to falter when they realized the bats were endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One chaos rank one tried to leap upward to grab a rare bat in mid air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rare bat twisted and clawed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man roared and fell, blood pouring from his eye socket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stepped in and slammed his elbow into the man’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man collapsed, gasping like a fish thrown onto stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat floated down and stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fish face,\" she whispered approvingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not have time to ask why she kept comparing people to fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hour stretched. Not a clean hour. A long hour. A brutal hour. A sweaty hour. A bloody hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour where Sekhmet’s breath remained controlled, but his hunger never stopped whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the last ten were still standing, the room had become a graveyard of groaning men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dead. But broken. Hands were shaking. Knees were buckling. Eyes were swollen from bat claws and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stood in the center, chest rising and falling steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bats circled above him like living shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat landed on his shoulder again, panting slightly as if proud of herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" she whispered, voice excited. \"We win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s eyes swept the room. \"Yes,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final thugs tried to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not let them. He moved forward, fast, and ended their resistance with efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Thud. Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies hit the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence spread slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only groans remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the flutter of wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh... fwoosh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet exhaled once. His hunger now roared. Because the fight was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because adrenaline faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now his throat remembered what it wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cold jars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dried fossils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm living blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped toward the nearest thug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man tried to crawl away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrape... scrape...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug whimpered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please —please— \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not respond. He bent. His mouth opened. He bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chomp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm blood rushed into his mouth like a river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect hit instantly. It was a relief. It was Power. A sharp clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burning thirst in his throat eased. His muscles loosened. His mind sharpened as if someone cleaned a dirty mirror inside his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug jerked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmph—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet held him firmly. He drank enough. Not too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to stop. He pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thug collapsed, pale, breathing hard, alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet moved to the next one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chomp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chomp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fed like a disciplined predator, not a monster. Taking, stopping, leaving them alive but weak.\u003C\u002Fp>",1022,"2026-06-09T06:31:32.937Z",1,"novelbin.me","a426f1ce62dc215782cf52844496c1db0a41df5e92c9cc396f44d7f06f9b6def","dawn-walker-chapter-113","dawn-walker-chapter-111",359,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdawn-walker-cover.jpg"]