The first consequence came quietly.
No alarms.No emergency protocols.
Just a delay.
I noticed it during morning training.
A second-year Hunter activated a standard enhancement skill—one everyone learned in their first semester. The system hesitated. Just for a fraction of a second. Barely noticeable.
But the effect was weaker.
Not failed.Not blocked.
Diluted.
The Predator System reacted immediately.
[OBSERVATION][SYSTEM RESPONSE LATENCY: +0.04s][GLOBAL EFFECT: MINOR, WIDESPREAD]
The system was lagging.
Not because it was broken.
Because it was recalculating.
Cycle One was forcing it to re-evaluate causality—not just outcomes.
I kept walking.
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By noon, rumors spread.
Skills misfiring.Buffs expiring early.Dungeon simulations producing inconsistent monster behavior.
Nothing catastrophic.
Enough to unsettle.
Enough to make administrators nervous.
I passed a group of instructors arguing in hushed voices.
"…never seen the system behave like this.""It's not random.""It's adapting to something."
They were close.
Still blind.
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The second consequence was personal.
I felt it during combat drills.
I stepped into the arena opposite a D-rank candidate—aggressive, confident, predictable. He activated his system-assisted strike.
I didn't counter.
I waited.
The system expected me to respond within a specific reaction window.
I didn't.
The window collapsed.
His attack lost structure mid-motion, strength bleeding away like air from a punctured seal. He stumbled.
I moved then.
One step.One strike.
The match ended.
Silence followed.
The Predator System updated, slower than usual.
[NEW INTERACTION LOGGED][CAUSE: USER ACTION OUTSIDE EXPECTED RESPONSE FRAME][EFFECT: SYSTEM ASSISTANCE DESTABILIZED]
So that was it.
Cycle One punished predictability.
Not failure.
Not weakness.
But expectation.
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Mira found me afterward, sitting on the edge of the observation deck.
"They're scared," she said quietly.
"Of me?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "Of the system."
I glanced at her.
She looked better today. More solid. Less like someone stitched back together.
"What do you remember?" I asked.
She hesitated.
"Being… used," she said finally. "Like my thoughts weren't mine anymore. Like something kept asking me questions and never cared about the answers."
I nodded.
"That's over."
"For me," she said. "But not for everyone."
She was right.
Cycle One didn't free people.
It redistributed pressure.
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The Unknown Predator joined us without ceremony.
"They've confirmed it," he said. "Administrator fragments are active. Minor nodes. Watching. Adjusting."
"Learning," I corrected.
He smiled grimly.
"Yes. And they've noticed you."
"They always do."
"They're not watching you directly," he continued. "They're watching the gaps around you. Where the system fails to predict."
Smart.
"Then they'll try to close them," I said.
"They'll try," he agreed. "But here's the problem."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Every time they patch a gap, another one opens somewhere else."
Cycle One was contagious.
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The third consequence arrived at dusk.
A dungeon alert.
Low-level. Routine.
Except the classification flickered.
DUNGEON TYPE: UNSTABLE / ADAPTIVE
Not awakened.Not corrupted.
Adaptive.
The Predator System reacted with something new.
[NOTICE][DUNGEON WILL RESPOND TO USER DECISIONS, NOT ACTIONS]
I stood.
"Guess that's mine," I said.
Mira looked at me sharply.
"You're going alone?"
"Yes."
She didn't argue.
The Unknown Predator only nodded.
"Be careful," he said. "Cycle One doesn't forgive mistakes."
"It doesn't need to," I replied. "It remembers them."
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As I approached the dungeon gate, the air felt different.
Not hostile.
Curious.
The system scanned me three times instead of one.
Each result differed slightly.
[IDENTITY CONFIRMATION: PARTIAL][STATUS: VARIABLE — ACCEPTED]
The gate opened.
Inside, the dungeon waited.
Not for a hunter.
For a choice.
And that was the fourth consequence, still forming:
In Cycle One, survival wasn't the reward.
Understanding was.
And the system was no longer surewhich of us was hunting whom.