[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dawn-walker":3,"chapter-dawn-walker-dawn-walker-chapter-140":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},1836797,2443,"Chapter 140: Date Night II","dawn-walker-chapter-140",140,"\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will come again,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s eyes stayed steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily narrowed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was too easy,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet adjusted the last bag on his arm and looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I promised,\" he said. \"I do not enjoy breaking promises.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily’s cheeks warmed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she leaned in, quick and bold, and kissed him on the cheek like she was stamping a contract on his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled back immediately and lifted her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" she said. \"Now go home. Do not die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s lips twitched faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will try,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily walked backward for a few steps, watching him as if she were making sure he would not vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned toward the city lord’s gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not look back again, because Lily did not like showing weakness in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet watched until she disappeared inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopping bags were gone now, handed off to the city lord servants at the gate. His arms felt strangely light without the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and began walking back toward Dawn House alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city had shifted fully into the evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanterns glowed. Vendors called quieter. Carriages rolled past like moving shadows. Somewhere a musician played a slow tune that sounded like money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet kept his pace normal. He did not rush. He did not look over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his instincts prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From something colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone is behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not need Blood Eye for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the feeling of footsteps that matched his rhythm a little too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling of air moving wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling of being measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet kept walking for another block, letting the follower grow comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned casually into a side street, then another, then another, moving toward a part of the city where respectable people did not linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A narrow alley opened between two buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only dim light from the main road bleeding in like dying fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air smelled like damp stone and old trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stepped in, then stopped. He turned his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come out,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four figures emerged from the shadows like they had been born there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wore dark clothes. Their faces were partially covered. Their movements were smooth, controlled, and trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not street thugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not debt collectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s heartbeat stayed steady, but his stomach tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four is not a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated Blood Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Assassin One\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Rank: 2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall Battle Power: 22,400\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primary Style: Blade\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing Intent: High]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Assassin Two\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Rank: 2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall Battle Power: 23,100\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primary Style: Spear\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing Intent: Extreme]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Assassin Three\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Rank: 2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall Battle Power: 21,900\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primary Style: Short Sword \u002F Grapple\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing Intent: High]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Assassin Four\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Rank: 2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall Battle Power: 24,000\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primary Style: Hidden Needles\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing Intent: Extreme]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Rank Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt an unpleasant calm settle in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One or two would be manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four was not a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not know who sent them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron House, perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or someone else who saw him returning to the city and decided to cut him down before he rooted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it did not matter yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only survival mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin with the spear stepped forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should not have returned,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s voice stayed dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That line is overused,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear assassin did not react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade assassin moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slash aimed at Sekhmet’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet tilted his head and stepped back, barely avoiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade cut air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle assassin flicked his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin needle flew, aimed at Sekhmet’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle grazed his cheek and drew a thin line of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hunger stirred like a beast waking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grapple assassin rushed him, trying to lock his arms and pin him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet raised his forearm, slammed his elbow down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grapple assassin stumbled but did not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear assassin thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet jumped sideways, but the spear scraped his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chaos body absorbed some of it, but not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood ran warm under his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s breath stayed controlled. He did not waste words. He lifted his hand and called blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from a bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from a cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood that had just been spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin stream rose, forming a sharp line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It snapped forward like a whip toward the spear assassin’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear assassin jerked back, blinking as blood splattered his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not blind him fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was disrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That disruption was life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet stepped in, fist tight, and struck the spear assassin’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wham!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin slid back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet followed with a kick aimed at the knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear assassin turned with it, minimizing damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the knee bent wrong for a half second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet seized that moment and formed Blood Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade of red hardened into shape, vibrating with unstable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade assassin intercepted, steel meeting blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock ran up Sekhmet’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Blood Sword trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not cut through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin’s weapon was coated with something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin rune sheen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anti-blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grapple assassin lunged again, arms trying to trap Sekhmet’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet slammed his head forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal headbutt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grapple assassin’s nose cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s hunger surged. His throat tightened. He wanted to bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But biting mid-fight was death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the assassin away and spun as needles flew again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle assassin’s hand flicked twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One aimed at Sekhmet’s throat. One aimed at his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet dropped low, but the throat needle grazed his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hot sting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heart needle struck his shoulder instead.\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-09T06:31:32.937Z",1,"novelbin.me","dbfab12dafa5c55ded8498117bf44f65787f5b4cb61bf12fcf337918d6c7a443","dawn-walker-chapter-141","dawn-walker-chapter-139",359,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdawn-walker-cover.jpg"]