The system's countdown was glowing in blood-red at the edge of Prince's vision: [11:59... 11:58...]
The hospital lobby was still in shock from Prince's display of strength, but he didn't have a second to spare. He sprinted out of the glass doors, his feet feeling lighter than ever.
[Ding! Host has one 'Golden Mystery Chest' in the inventory. Would you like to open it?]
"Open it now!" Prince shouted in his mind as he jumped onto his scooter.
[Ding! Opening Golden Mystery Chest... Congratulations! You have received a Rare Skill: 'Gravity Drift' (Level 1) and a Passive Item: 'Nano-Tech Visor'.]
Suddenly, a sleek, transparent blue visor materialized over Prince's eyes. It wasn't just for show. The visor began scanning the environment, highlighting traffic patterns, wind speed, and the most efficient path to the Vance Global Tower.
"System, integrate the 'Godly Delivery Map'!"
[Integration successful. Optimal route calculated. Warning: Route includes non-standard roads and high-risk maneuvers.]
Prince twisted the throttle. The scooter, now fueled by pure system energy, didn't just accelerate—it roared like a jet engine. He tore through the hospital parking lot, leaning the bike so low his knee scraped the asphalt.
The blue translucent line of the map led him away from the main highway and toward a narrow, trash-filled alleyway between two massive skyscrapers. In normal eyes, it looked like a dead end. To Prince, it was a shortcut.
He flew into the alley at 110 km/h. As he burst out the other side, his 'Nano-Tech Visor' flashed purple.
[Danger Detected! Three Hostile Vehicles Approaching.]
Behind him, three black SUVs with tinted windows roared into view, swerving through traffic with reckless abandon. A window rolled down, and a man in a black mask pointed a silenced pistol at Prince's tires.
Phew! Phew!
The bullets sparked against the road. Prince's heart hammered against his ribs. "System, how do I use Gravity Drift?"
[Gravity Drift: Shift the center of gravity of your vehicle instantly. Cost: 10 Stamina.]
"Do it!"
As the SUVs tried to sandwich him from both sides, Prince kicked the stand of his scooter against the pavement and activated the skill. Time seemed to slow down. The scooter didn't tip over; instead, it did an impossible 360-degree horizontal spin while still moving forward at top speed.
The SUVs, unable to react to such a move, crashed into each other with a deafening metal crunch. One flipped over, sliding across the road in a shower of sparks.
But the third SUV was still on his tail. The clock was down to [04:20].
The map line turned bright gold, pointing toward a construction site ahead with a massive dirt ramp leading to a half-finished bridge.
"You want a chase? Let's take it to the sky," Prince grinned, his eyes glowing with blue system light.
He hit the ramp at full speed. The scooter soared through the air, crossing a sixty-foot gap over a canal. For a moment, Prince felt weightless, the city lights reflecting in his visor like stars. The SUV tried to follow but plummeted into the water below with a massive splash.
Prince landed smoothly on the other side, his tires smoking. He reached the Vance Global Tower with exactly 30 seconds left on the clock.
At the entrance, a young woman in a sharp white business suit was being hurried toward an armored car by panicked bodyguards. This was Sarah Vance, the daughter of the world's most powerful tech tycoon.
"Package for Sarah Vance!" Prince shouted, skidding to a halt and creating a cloud of dust.
The bodyguards drew their weapons, but Sarah stopped them. She looked at the battered delivery boy on a smoking scooter, his eyes hidden behind a glowing blue visor. "Is that... the Black Box?"
Prince handed over the small, heavy metallic box.
[Ding! Mission Accomplished! Delivery Successful.]
[Rating: S-Rank (Perfect Timing & High Style)]
[Rewards: $50,000, +100 Reputation with Vance Global, and 'Attribute Point Reset'.]
As Sarah took the box, her face turned pale. She looked at Prince with a mix of fear and gratitude. "It's not just a package, Prince. It's a key to a weapon they've been trying to steal for years. And now that you've delivered it, you've painted a target on your back."
Prince looked at his phone. His bank balance had just jumped to $55,000. He was no longer the boy who couldn't pay for his mother's medicine.
"Well," Prince said, retracting his visor and looking at the sunset. "I guess I'm not just delivering pizzas anymore. I'm delivering justice."
[Warning! A high-level 'System User' has detected your presence. Estimated Arrival: 24 Hours.]
Prince's smile vanished. The real game had only just begun.