It wasn’t a weapon or a cache of old-world tech. It was a cracked, waterproofed datapad he pulled from a submerged research lab. On its screen was a single, blinking executable: .
Three Reaper skiffs surrounded the Guppy . Their leader, a scarred woman named Draya, shouted through a megaphone. “You’ve been hoarding, Kael. New engines. Food packs. Hand it over, or we sink you.”
He saw floating text above every object: [SCRAP: 0.3kg] , [FUEL: 12 units] , [WEAPON: Rusted Speargun, DURABILITY 22%] . He could see the hitpoints of the sharks circling below, their aggression meters flickering. More terrifying, he could see the Reapers’ base from two miles away—a shimmering wireframe overlay showing every guard’s patrol path, every turret’s blind spot. Sunkenland ReiHook Cheat
His finger hovered. The cheat could do that ?
The old world was gone. There were no courts. Kael tapped . It wasn’t a weapon or a cache of old-world tech
“What are you?” she whispered over the radio.
Kael looked at his ReiHook display. Above Draya’s skiff, he saw a new option he’d never noticed before: [ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD - TRIGGER: SUBMERSIBLE WHIRLPOOL? Y/N] Three Reaper skiffs surrounded the Guppy
[WARNING: UNUSUAL PATTERN DETECTED. ANOTHER REIHOOK SIGNATURE ONLINE. LOCATION: UNKNOWN. USER: UNKNOWN.]
Someone else had the cheat.
Kael pressed .