The Multiverse Hunter

"Hours passed," Ali muttered under his breath, glancing at the time on his interface. He was standing exactly where the contract had been in his apartment, but now, the scroll was gone.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes scanning the wreckage around him. Ali quickly opened his interface and noted he had just an hour before his next teleport. Wasting no time, he began organising his weapons.

His pair of desert eagles lay on the bed, along with his newly acquired cross-guard lightsaber and his monstrous red quinque.

Ali changed into another pair of plain grey clothes and strapped a brand-new belt around his waist—something he'd bought earlier near the tower.

He holstered his desert eagles on each side, placed his lightsaber on his hip, and strapped his quinque across his back.

Once he was prepared, he moved to the corner of his room, where he kept a stash of tasteless slum rations. He grabbed a few dense ration bars and ate them quickly, the dry, chalky texture hardly registering as he chewed.

"Teleportation in 3…2…1."

Ali's surroundings blurred for a moment, and the next thing he knew, cold wind slammed into his face.

"FUCK!"

Ali cursed loudly as he realised he was falling—high in the air, plummeting rapidly toward the ground.

His eyes darted downward, scanning his new environment as he fell. Below him was a sprawling city with old, medieval-style architecture, its infrastructure surrounded by massive walls.

Beyond those walls were even more walls, forming concentric circles that protected the city from whatever was outside.

But what caught Ali's attention most were the gigantic, naked humanoid figures roaming the streets.

'Attack on Titan,' Ali thought, recognising the world instantly. He had read about it in the booklet that detailed the fictional universes players could find themselves in.

As the ground rushed toward him, Ali's mind raced. He twisted his body mid-air, his sharp instincts taking over.

Focusing his Spirit, he used telekinesis to slow his descent, though not enough to avoid impact completely.

BOOOOOOM

Ali crashed into the street, sending a massive cloud of dust and debris flying in all directions. His knees buckled slightly from the impact, and the muscles in his legs screamed in protest.

The black veins on his legs pulsed as they bore the strain of the fall, but within seconds, his enhanced body healed the damaged muscles.

Ali rose to his full height, the dust around him clearing to reveal a street filled with demolished homes and rubble.

A faint rumbling sound caught his attention—heavy footsteps echoing from behind him.

DING

An alert popped up on his interface. Ali opened it with a flick of his hand.

"World Event: Survive the Battle of Trost."

"Personal Mission: Kill Thirty Titans (0/30)."

Ali raised an eyebrow at the notification, his expression unimpressed. "Thirty giants… just to complete the mission," he muttered, shaking his head.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The thunderous noise of footsteps grew louder as a 13-meter-tall titan approached from behind him, its grotesque, smiling face contorted into an expression of mindless hunger.

Ali didn't bother turning around. "Here we go," he muttered, reaching over his shoulder to grip the hilt of his quinque.

SLASH. SLASH. SLASH.

In a blur of motion, the titan's arm was severed cleanly, falling to the ground in two massive chunks. Before the titan could react, Ali leapt onto its head, his red longsword gleaming ominously in his hand.

STAB.

The quinque drove into the titan's skull, and its massive body collapsed face-first onto the street. Ali jumped off and landed on the roof of a nearby building, observing the creature below.

'That was easy,' Ali thought, noting how slow and brainless the titan had been. But when he opened his interface, he frowned.

"Personal Mission: Kill Thirty Titans (0/30)."

"What?" Ali muttered, confused. His eyes darted back to the motionless titan below him.

Then, he heard the familiar sound of loud footsteps and turned to see another titan lumbering through the street, its enormous hand grabbing a human from the wreckage of a building.

Ali's eyes sharpened as he watched the titan bring the screaming human to its mouth and bite down, blood spraying everywhere. The sight was gruesome, but it didn't faze Ali.

A soldier in the distance grappled through the air with their ODM gear, slashing the back of the titan's neck with precision.

Ali turned his attention back to the titan he had attacked earlier. Its head was regenerating, smoke rising from its body as it swung it's hand at the roof Ali was standing on.

He sighed, gripping his quinque as he leapt from the roof to land on the creature's shoulder and he threw his quinque in the air.

BOOOOOM

Ali drove his fist into the titan's face, snapping its head to the side with brutal force. The titan stumbled, its enormous body struggling to stay upright.

Ali caught his spinning quinque mid-air and slashed the back of its neck in a clean, decisive motion. This time, the titan's movements ceased entirely.

He opened his interface again and saw his kill finally registered.

"Personal Mission: Kill Thirty Titans (1/30)."

"Guess that's their weak spot," he muttered as he leapt onto another roof, his eyes scanning the streets for his next targets.

Two titans stood further ahead, their massive hands reaching into the wreckage of a house where terrified humans were hiding.

Ali crouched, the tiles beneath his feet cracking under the pressure before he launched himself into the air. In seconds, he crossed multiple streets, closing the distance between himself and the two titans.

Ali landed silently behind the first titan, his red sword flashing as it tore through the back of its neck. Without hesitation, he leapt towards the roof next to the other titan, letting his quinque fly through the air.

The blade sliced through the second titan's neck, killing it instantly.

The weapon returned to his hand as Ali glanced at his interface. He frowned slightly. '2 % of my Spirit for that. The Spirit cost is higher than in Star Wars,' he thought.

As Ali looked through the cracks of the roof beneath him, he noticed an injured soldier bleeding from a wound in his stomach. His terrified eyes met Ali's, but before the soldier could say a word, Ali disappeared from sight.

Ali moved swiftly from rooftop to rooftop, his eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield. Titans roamed the streets aimlessly, their massive, grotesque forms tearing through homes and killing humans.

But Ali wasn't here to save anyone—he was here to complete his mission, and every second counted.

Titans were everywhere, but so were soldiers—flashes of ODM gear zipping through the air as scouts tried desperately to hold the line. Ali's eyes narrowed as he saw two soldiers grappling toward a titan that was reaching into a crowd of fleeing civilians.

'They'll just steal my kill,' he thought coldly, pulling out one of his desert eagles.

BANG

The gunshot echoed through the air as the bullet pierced one soldier's head, his body falling limp as his grappling gear missed and sent him spiralling into a wall. The second soldier froze mid-air, shocked by his comrade's sudden death.

Ali smirked as the delay gave the titan enough time to grab the stunned scout. The creature squeezed him like a piece of fruit, blood spraying everywhere before shoving the broken body into its mouth.

Ali jumped down, landing on the roof next to the titan. But before he could attack the titan a man in a black battle suit appeared suddenly in the air behind the Titan.

Ali watched as the man swung his Katana at the titan's neck killing it before disappearing again.

'That's not speed, it's teleportation', Ali thought.

Then, out of nowhere, Ali sensed movement behind him. He spun around, desert eagle raised, and found himself face-to-face with the same middle aged man. The man held a katana at his side and raised his other hand in surrender.

"Ali, it's me—Mark. Claire's bodyguard. Remember?" the man said quickly, his voice calm but his posture cautious.

Ali didn't lower his gun immediately. His cold, calculating eyes studied Mark, who stood still under the intense gaze. Finally, Ali lowered the weapon but didn't holster it.

"Where's Claire?" Ali asked, his tone as icy as ever.

"She's not here. She's on her way to the second level of Paradise right now," Mark answered, keeping his voice steady.

Ali stepped closer, his towering frame looming over the bodyguard. "What's your personal mission?"

Mark hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the question. "That's a bit private, don't you think—"

Ali interrupted him by taking another step forward, the expression on his face making it clear he wouldn't ask again.

"To kill seven titans," Mark blurted out, his nerves getting the better of him.

"How many have you killed so far?" Ali demanded.

Mark swallowed hard. "I still need two more to finish the mission."

Ali stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Here's what you're going to do. You'll kill two more titans to finish your mission. After that, you'll stop anyone from killing any more titans. They're mine to kill."

Mark blinked, taken aback. "How many titans exactly do you need?"

"You don't need to know that," Ali replied, his tone sharp.

"All you need to know is this: if you disobey me, I'll kill you. Your cute little teleportation trick might buy you a few seconds, but it won't save you."

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