The girl coughed as Mike removed the cloth from her mouth. She looked directly at him while keeping it down, as instructed by Mike. The reason she had ended up at the base was because she was pretty and delicate.Mike's eyes begged for her to be untied.Mike did not respond right away. Instead, he asked her a question.“Hold up, could you first introduce yourself? a suitable introduction."He had to make sure she wouldn't bother him in any way. Mike hoped that she would continue to cooperate because so far she had kept her voice down.Despite the fact that the Vulture might have taken advantage of her, he would still keep his distance from her. In contrast to Colleen, with whom he had developed a bond, she was still a stranger to him.However, that was not the primary explanation for why Mike refused to untie her.“My name is Maggie, and I am an apprentice nurse at St. Joanna Hospital. I was hiding with the others at the Harles Street Underground Subway Station before they caught me.
Mike did not immediately run over to start the generator when the explosion was over. Instead, he patiently awaited to determine whether the criminals were still alive.Within a short distance, the grenade had sparked a powerful explosion. Despite the fact that they could not have survived, Mike wanted to be safe. He could not afford to remain vigilant at this time.He walked over to the diesel generator and turned it back on after waiting until there were no more sounds coming from the room.It sounded like a worn-out generator. Except for the room where the criminals were located, the corridor and all of the rooms had regained power.The grenade had destroyed all of its lights and walls.Even though Mike was already aware of the smell of blood, the scene inside the room still caused his stomach to turn.To avoid vomiting, he had to hold himself back.Before he took the money, he made it a point to force himself to confirm that each of the criminals was dead.Sadly, the criminals had
It was August, and the sky was bright with a harsh sun.Even though the thick curtains were drawn shut, the venomous sunlight was still visible.The only light in the room came from it, which shone through the gaps in the curtains to form a square border.Ring!Once more, the phone rang.It went to the answering machine after three rings.“Mike? Doctor Frank is here. You will turn eighteen years old in one year. You will completely lose your chance if you wait to start your genetic treatment!As usual, polite and official.Mike focused on the game cartridge in his hand and ignored the message.Bright red color with a thumbnail-sized size.Mike pushed the cartridge that had consumed all of his savings into the virtual helmet's cartridge slot after checking it.Tuck!The speaker of the virtual helmet let out an alert.He didn't bother.When it came to an underground game, there was evidently neither a manufacturer's warning nor a safety hazard warning.This game made the claim that it c
He had not forgotten why he had joined the underworld game in the first place: to make enough money to pay for treatment for his genetic disease.However, he would need to become strong enough to do that. He could only get more money and good equipment in-game when he was strong enough, and when he had enough of those, he could trade them in for money in real life. He was now without anything. A lack of character traits, an empty inventory, and no skills or equipment. Even his rating was extremely low. He clearly did not yet meet the requirements. He would require additional time to become stronger. However, neither did he have nearly as much time. In real life, he only had about a year to live. But in the game itself? He didn't know exactly how much time he had, but from the virtual game time, it didn't look like he had much more time than in real life. the reason why he needed to make the most of every chance to grow stronger. An opportunity of this kind lay right in front
Before putting the backpack on his back, he gave the corpse another look, then turned to the water bottle and canned food. The lighter was always in his shirt pocket. His attire had already begun to resemble that of the city's civilian population before he entered the dungeon in front of him. Fortunately, it was not damaged.Mike was getting ready to leave, dagger in hand.He had no more reason to stay in the empty room.Mike's retreating steps accelerated as the sunlight slowly faded through the gap in the tightly sealed window.The criminals would come out at night.Because Mike didn't intend to confront a gang of criminals head-on, he wouldn't stay in this room that gave away his presence.At some point, any house would become a target for raiders."The sewers or drains would be a much better hiding spot!"Mike was contemplating his next move.It didn't have to be cozy; all that mattered was that it be big enough for him to hide.The underground seemed like the best option because
The pursuer's chest was entered by the entire dagger.With an incredulous expression on his face, the pursuer collapsed as he was about to counterattack with the kitchen knife in his hand. He was looking at his chest and the dagger that was deep inside him.The pursuer was unable to comprehend how a person who appeared to be harmless could suddenly turn into such a deadly killer, leading to his death.The same was true for Mike. He was totally perplexed. The stench of the dying man's blood brought back memories of what he had done as he stared at him.His senses were stimulated by the bright red blood as he looked at the very real-looking corpse. He was so sickened by the fact that he had killed the pursuer with his own hands that his stomach turned and he threw up.Mike finished his work and collapsed to the ground, exhausted and weak.His face was covered in snot and tears, making him appear silly and messy."Are you finished now?"He instinctively raised his head in response to the
A half-empty pack of cigarettes fell into Mike’s hands.[Name: Cigarettes][Type: Miscellaneous][Rarity: Common][Attribute: Has a small effect on fear and anxiety.][Effect: None][Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes][Remark: In the face of true fear or panic, it’s better than nothing!]A second lighter was also there, in addition to the pack of cigarettes. The newly discovered lighter had the same design and details as the ones Mike had previously acquired.Mike put the new lighter and the cigarettes he was holding in his shirt's pocket after looking at them.He did not use tobacco.Firstly, due to his health, and secondly, due to his financial difficulties, he was unable to be.He kept his distance due to his genetic condition and the fact that a pack of cigarettes can cost as much as two meals in the real world.However, he would not mind smoking while playing the game.Naturally, this was not the time.Mike sat down, carefully examining the body once more. He left after verifying
Shot had been fired at the man who had just backed off. His head bursting open like a watermelon that had been hit by a car, splashing everywhere.Two people emerged simultaneously from the gloom with a menacing grin on their faces.After looking back at the two shooters, Mike turned to look at the headless body on the ground. He quickly retreated to the wall behind him, escaping their fire by shaking through his entire body."Bless it!"Behind the same wall, the lady hid. She started cursing incessantly when they resumed firing."Son of a slob! What brought the Vulture's men to this location?Underneath her ash-covered face, Mike could clearly sense her fear and hatred.“Vulture?”Under his breath, Mike murmured the phrase. He was well aware that she was referring to a title rather than the bird.Anyone with such a title did not appear to be nice.Vultures were well-known in the animal kingdom for preying on dead bodies and eating their flesh.If someone had such a title... Mike thou