My Scumbag System Chapter 585: Welcome to the Big Leagues

"The universe has a sense of humor."

"Or my sister arranged the seating chart." She stretched her legs. "So. Dinner tonight?"

"We’ll be in transit."

"Tomorrow then. There’s a restaurant near the guild district. Private rooms. No cameras."

"You really thought this through."

"I’ve had nothing but time to think. Broken arms aren’t conducive to training." Her green eyes found mine. "Are you going to make this weird?"

"Weird is my default setting."

"Then we should get along fine."

The transport lifted off with a low, powerful thrum that I felt in my chest. Below us, the island began its slow retreat—the Academy’s pristine campus, the scarred earth of the Crucible’s training grounds, the distant silhouette of Onyx House perched on its hill like a sentinel watching over everything I’d painstakingly constructed over these past months. All of it shrinking, compressing into something small and manageable, until finally it was just a speck on the horizon, barely distinguishable from the foam-capped waves surrounding it.

Then nothing. Just open water and the hum of engines.

I reached out mentally, settling deeper into my seat as the transport leveled out.

Her response came with that familiar note of dry amusement.

Four major guilds. Four different power structures, each with their own agendas, their own internal politics, their own uses for someone like me. All of them competing for access, for leverage, for whatever advantage my presence might provide them.

This was either going to be incredibly useful or catastrophically dangerous.

Probably both.

Most definitely both.

The flight took four hours. Four hours of watching clouds pass below us. Four hours of feeling the distance grow between me and Natalia. Four hours of Reyna’s leg occasionally pressing against mine in ways that could have been accidental but definitely weren’t.

The mainland appeared through the clouds like a fever dream.

New Vein City. The capital of Valoria. Twenty million people crammed into a vertical sprawl of glass and steel that stretched toward the sky like humanity’s middle finger to the gods.

I’d seen pictures. Videos. Holographic representations during Academy briefings.

None of them captured the reality.

The city was alive in ways the island couldn’t match. Streets packed with vehicles and pedestrians. Buildings that seemed to grow from the earth like metallic trees. The constant hum of civilization pressing against the transport’s windows.

And everywhere, the signs of the Hunter industry.

Billboards showing celebrity Hunters. Guild headquarters rising above the skyline with corporate logos blazing. Training facilities and equipment stores and medical centers all branded with the trappings of Aspect-Driven Capitalism.

This was the real world. The world I’d been training to enter. The world that would try to chew me up and spit me out.

I couldn’t wait.

The transport landed on a private VHC pad near the guild district. Representatives from various organizations waited below. Suits and uniforms and combat gear mixed together in a crowd of corporate interest.

"Time to make some friends." Reyna stood. Stretched. "Or enemies. Depends on the day."

I followed her off the transport.

The mainland air hit different. Heavier. Warmer. Carrying the scents of millions of people and the weight of their ambitions.

Nel, activate full sensory analysis.

Great. I hadn’t been on the mainland for sixty seconds and already someone was watching me.

Veronica intercepted me before anyone else could.

"Welcome to New Vein City." Her smile was genuine. Her handshake firm. "I hope the flight was comfortable."

"Comfortable enough. Your sister kept me company."

"I know. I arranged the seating."

"Reyna mentioned that."

"Transparency builds trust." She gestured toward a waiting vehicle. "I’ve prepared accommodations at the Olympus Rising compound. Unless you prefer VHC dormitory housing."

"What’s the catch?"

"No catch. Just hospitality extended to a potential ally."

I thought about it. Considered the implications. Weighed the benefits against the risks.

"I’ll take the hospitality. But I’m not signing anything."

"I wouldn’t expect you to. Not yet." She opened the vehicle door. "Shall we?"

I climbed inside.

The car was ridiculous. More luxury apartment than transport. Leather everything. Holographic entertainment systems. A minibar that probably cost more than my entire life before the System.

Reyna slid in beside me. Her thigh pressed against mine again. Definitely not accidental this time.

"Comfortable?"

"Excessively."

"Get used to it." She poured herself a drink from the minibar. "Welcome to the big leagues, Stray Dog."

The vehicle pulled away from the landing pad. The city swallowed us whole.

Through the tinted windows, I watched the Hunter industry scroll past. The monuments to power and money that defined the post-Rupture world. The machine that I was about to throw myself into.

The pendant burned cold against my chest. Natalia’s presence. Her reminder.

But another weight pressed against my awareness too. The skeleton key in my inventory. The trump card that nobody knew I possessed. The door that I hadn’t yet chosen to unlock.

Two weeks on the mainland. Guild internships. Political maneuvering. Dinner dates with rivals. Conspiracies involving my father’s research.

And somewhere out there, answers about who I really was and what the System really meant.

The game had changed. The board was bigger. The stakes were higher.

I was ready.

Wouldn’t dream of it.

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