Novel & Cerita Job Simulator #2

Hes tall and muscular by the looks of the silhouette he's showing from what little light we do have. "Nick, show me the light on your phone." Nick gets his phone out and presses something on the screen and the light comes to life. Nick passes the phone to Jaxon, and steps back again. "I'm going to let you go. Don't do anything stupid, I just need to see for myself." Jaxon says. I now my head in understanding, not trusting my words right now. I'm terrified and they know it. The last thing I need is my voice to come a shaky whisper and confirm it. I'm embarrassed enough as it is.

“What are you talking about, great one? Have I by error or omission offended you?” “Tufia kwa gi.” The native doctor spat, “Ichoro ino na-ana mara egbe di ime, okwa ya (you want to determine the pregnancy of a hawk by looking at it, right?). You have failed. Bet me, you have failed.” “But wise one, I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Ejima frowned but did not meet those dark eyes. “You will not understand until nemesis catches up with you.” The Dibia hissed and continued down the path, cursing and fussing.

Jannis POV The simulation was wrong. Not in any obvious way. It was the kind of mistake that hid beneath the surface, in the space between what the model predicted and what I already knew the car would do through the final sector. Around the strategy table, the engineers nodded as Jonathan walked everyone through the data. I let him finish before speaking. "Run sector three again." Jonathan looked up from his monitor. "Again?" "Again." He replayed the simulation without another word. I watched the telemetry instead of the replay. Three seconds later, I saw it.

"Reroute to home. You've made a navigation error." The dashboard flickered. A calm, synthesized female voice responded, "Rerouting is currently unavailable. Destination locked. Please remain seated and enjoy the journey." "What destination?" I shouted, leaning forward to grab the steering wheel. There was no wheel. Only a smooth, unbroken expanse of carbon fiber. There were no pedals. The manual override panel was locked behind a biometric seal that refused to recognize my thumbprint.

And the heartbeat inside my abdomen wasn't silver—it was a slow, steady, red-gold rhythm that belonged to nobody but us. But as our boots hit the wet earth of the real Lagos, a black car with diplomatic plates pulled up to the edge of the mud. The door opened, and a man in a sharp traditional Agbada stepped out—a man who had the face of Jago, but the eyes of a real-world politician. "Welcome home, Zora," he said, holding out a physical, paper contract. "The Chairman is waiting for the report." The simulation wasn't an experiment to save the world. It was a training program for a new type of corporate operative. And the real war for the Lagos-Grit hadn't even started yet.

“Wait, how did you get down here? Did you shift?” I shook my head. “I still…shifting is still a mess. My muscles can’t take the strain right now. Last time I tried, my muscles started to strain and snap. No, I drove.” He looked sadly at me for a moment before his brow furrowed. “You drove?” Nodding, I smiled. “Shep made me use a racing simulator. Making sure that I could move my muscles fast enough to react to situations. He cleared me to drive again.”

Contrary to Khronos’ prediction, it didn’t even take two weeks. The simulation room was a lot easier to handle as compared to Nash’s unconventional training methods. After the second day of my rehabilitation, the devil himself decided to join the fray of simulated chaos. Khronos was the devil’s advocate with the improved simulation system. He made new training gears that simulated the actual pain of getting hit by homing lasers.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Sicily and its alleys were printed in her mind like G****e maps. Finally the car came to a deserted area. No way could she make it to her secured place. Reaching a dead end Myra pulled the brake harshly and looked behind. Two cars stood there. Two more arrived from the other side also. The guard at the back seat asked to open the fire but Myra stood still and waited for some time. A blue dot appeared on the screen of the device kept in the car. She looked at the screen and smiled. Another blue dot appeared. After a few seconds the increasing number of blue dots was enough to bring a full smile on her face.

His anger wasn’t loud, but it carried weight. And then the system chimed in, perfectly timed as always. [Emergency Mission: Assist in Crisis Management.] Reward: +20 Affection Points.] My mind kicked into overdrive. Okay. Deep breaths. I could help. This wasn’t my first data emergency, I’d worked with security systems before… at least before I died and respawned in a CEO simulator world. I took a seat beside the nearest analyst. “Can I see the server map?” The woman blinked at me, clearly confused. “Uh…sure?”