Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

Dax squinted his eyes, staring at his companion who'd just had his head handed to him—literally.

"Don't be too full of yourself. You just caught us off guard—"

SWOOSH!

Whatever he planned to say died right there, because I'm done with the useless talk.

"Attack him!" Dax ordered.

Threads erupted from the cracked floor, ripping upward like barbed vines drenched in electricity. His technique was amplified by the silent seeker who was wearing a hoodie crouched in the back.

The wires snapped onto it with a zzzt… and slid right off like they were trying to grab smoke.

I would've been an idiot if I hadn't learned from my earlier mistake.

However, that didn't mean I was in the clear already.

Metal hissed through the air—ripped straight from the rooftop's railing. Vent plates, loose screws, snapped antenna rods, even a half-rusted satellite dish that probably hadn't worked for years. All of it tore free and spiraled toward me.

So that was their other ability. Magnetism.

They even tried to yank my spear out of my hand.

Useless attempt. The magnet-user strained, veins bulging, eyes going wild like he couldn't believe how heavy my weapon was.

"You need to eat more rice if you want to lift my spear," I shifted my stance and spun spear.

clang!

A vent plate ricocheted off the shaft, spinning into the sky .

clang!

A snapped antenna rod came next, slicing in from the side. I flicked my wrist, knocking it away with the bored precision of someone swatting flies.

clang!

A dense metal bolt struck dead center, sparks skittering across my skin. The timing had to be perfect—micro-adjustments of strength, angle, and force.

Then came the next wave.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of small metal balls, each one packed denser than the last barrage.

They rattled across the rooftop first, bouncing like mischievous gremlins before launching themselves straight toward me. A shotgun blast powered by magnetism and pure killing intent.

'Shadow Aura.'

'Shadow Veil'

Darkness surged upward, swelling into a thick, rolling blanket that wrapped around my torso, arms, legs. It expanded, layering over itself again and again until I looked less like a person and more like a walking mass of gas.

My outline blurred—fuzzy at the edges, warping just enough to make it impossible to tell where I ended and the shadow began.

Perfect.

The first wave of metal balls hit.

drrrRRRR—TINK, TINK, TAK-TAK—

They rattled against my spear shell like hailstones slamming a cathedral roof. Some bounced off at warped angles. Some sank an inch into the darkness before being shoved back out, spit aside with contempt.

It was a good thing Amanda had already dragged Hai‑Min downstairs—because now I could run wild without worrying about collateral damage.

Clang!

Another metal ball slammed into my shadow veil—and just like the last one, it passed through harmlessly, clinking off nothing but air.

They couldn't see me.

But they could hear.

Every thrust made the shadow ripple. Every swing sent a dull, heavy whump through the shroud.

If they didn't know any better, they would think I got two spear and four arms.

Good.

Let them think they were hitting something.

Let them guess where inside this shifting mass my real body hid.

Because right now, all they could see was a a silhouette swaying, twisting, expanding in unpredictable bursts—sometimes tall, sometimes broad, sometimes impossibly thin before swelling again.

Outside, I caught snippets of their panic:

"What the hell—"

"Is he multiplying?!"

"Just hit all of it!"

"That's the problem, I can't tell where—!"

Their fear resonated with their vices, and the moment I sensed them slowing down, I moved.

"Moon Cycling Rotation," I said, voice low enough to buzz against my teeth. "—Shadow Expanded."

My spear blurred with me, and together we spun. Not a graceful spin—no, this was brutal, a cyclone birthed between Qi and Shadow Energy.

WOOOSH!

A tornado made of black aura erupted in all direction.

"We need to retreat!" Dax shouted reluctantly.

All four launched themselves without hesitation, threading onto escape lines like frantic spiders.

"You think I'm letting you go?" I called after them.

Air filled my lungs— carrying the metallic taste of too much Qi. Every muscle in my body tightened.

Then I leapt.

SWOOOSH!

Shadow Haze poured out under my feet, warping my trajectory forward. My step bent the air ahead, letting my momentum stack on itself.

Below me, they all kicked into a full sprint.

"Moon Cycle—Downward Strike!"

My spear attack crashed downward with enough force to bruise the air. Threads snapped under the blow.

The four of them dipped, twisted, and swung themselves into a nearby building, crashing through the lower windows . Dax retaliated immediately, redirecting remaining threads like grappling lines to drag his squad deeper inside.

I landed on the rooftop above them with a loud thud.

"Moon Cycle Extending Strike!" I roared, inhaling deep enough to feel my lungs fill to the brim. "Shadow Expanded!"

I hurled my spear downward—the weight, the Qi, the shadow, all compressed into a single murderous line.

CRACK—WHUMPF—BOOM.

Concrete parted. Rebar snapped like brittle noodles. Something metal screamed as it folded. And then—

A choked cry echoed up through the hole.

'That's one!'

"Moon Cycle Extending Strike!" The spear materialized back into my palm, warm and filled with blood. "Shadow Expanded!"

BOOOOM!

It punched through a ventilation unit, tore through a maintenance room, and clipped someone hard enough that their grunt turned into a gagged cough.

"That's two."

"Moon Cycle Extending Strike!" I

I smirked and did it again. And again. Patience was never been my strong suit, but sending my enemies straight to hell ? Oh, that I have in excess.

After repeating it dozens of times, the entire rooftop looked like a slice of Swiss cheese—pocked with holes, cracked, and battered from my relentless strikes.

I jumped into one of the holes and landed with a solid thud, dust and debris puffing up around me.

"Oh, look who we've got here," My eyes landed on a figure slouched against the wall