I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan signs the contract with a steady hand. Of all the life‑paths laid out by the Tower, “Natural Enemy” is the one the statistics say will not get you killed.

Natural Enemies don’t charge into battle. They don’t swing swords or hurl fire. They study, they analyze, they identify the one flaw every monster is supposed to have. While other professions burn out in glory or terror, they live long, quiet lives, dying in bed with all their limbs attached.

That’s the plan, anyway.

Then, during what should have been a routine classification, Wen Yan looks up and the sky is no longer the sky. It is flesh and hunger stretching for tens of kilometers, a Soul Devouring Beast so vast its shadow swallows whole cities. The report his interface scrolls out is almost comical in its precision:

Trait One: Devouring — souls only.
Trait Two: Immunity — to steel, to storms, to poison, to spells, to despair itself.

Trait summary: Invincible.

The profession built on the promise that everything has a counter now stands before the one thing that doesn’t. Wen Yan, who chose safety like other people choose air, is forced to become exactly what his title has always claimed: the thing that monsters should fear.

If he fails, there will be no heroic last stand, no charred ruins, no survivors to tell the story—only a silent world, neatly emptied from the inside out.