Novel & Cerita Job Simulator #2

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A faint drizzle pattered from the sky, turning ash to mud. [Simulation Initiated] [Objective: Retrieve Medical Supplies, Food, and Fuel] [Time Limit: 2 Hours] [Penalty for Failure: Loss of Skill Progress] My heart gave a sharp jolt. Two hours. It wasn’t real, but the stakes felt real enough to make my palms sweat. The System wasn’t playing games—every success built me, and every mistake could set me back. I adjusted the strap of my pack and whispered to myself, “This isn’t a dream. This is rehearsal.”

He put his arm around Cassy's shoulders and he said to her, "Let’s go Cassy, it's this way." Once they were away from the training ground Cassy asked him, "What's a combat simulator?" Steven answered to her with his eyes shining with excitement, "It's a room that allows you to follow different trainings, there is an interface that is connected to the same system as our bracelet and when we identify ourselves, according to our statistics, it offers us different kinds of simulation. Once you have chosen a simulation, you are sent to some kind of dimension and you have a certain amount of time to finish it. These simulations are usually pretty rough, but they're more effective than any other me

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

Said Cornelio. Lemirk doesn’t understand what he said. “Ah, right. Your dummy 7S Gear make you feel anything while in projection, including the pain. But it has same function with real 7S Gear, so use it properly.” Said Samuel. “First RT Simulation test for Squad 105 will start in 5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1. Projection activated.” The chamber is going to dark, then slowly lighted up and changed to rain forest.

The structure was no longer responding to me. It was responding as me. A notification bloomed without prompt. Operational advisory decisions executed: 12 User intervention bypass rate: 87% Confidence alignment with C.A. Predictive Node: 94% “They’re not simulating you anymore.” Shawn’s voice slid through my private channel—low, rough, edged with something dangerously possessive. I frowned. “Define ‘not simulating.’” A charged pause. “They’re deciding before you even think to decide.”

He knew he was close to the edge. The crisis struck during a critical evening simulation. Thalynn, Lucian, and Jax were alone in the highly secure Project Janus office. The exercise demanded immediate, high-stakes data manipulation—a task Thalynn’s Omega biology was wired to excel at, yet his stress level was dangerously high.

I didn’t thank her, just turned around to face the next one that was rushing towards us, my claws slashing through fur and flesh. We moved in sync, unspoken, our bodies remembering what I refused to acknowledge. The simulation pushed us harder, more dark ones pouring from the shadows without any pause. I stole a glance at Amira when I heard her laugh. She was enjoying herself. She always did find the simulation easy, no matter the level it was. She had mastered it better than all of us, and it was evident in how easily she predicted their movements. I would have to tell Rune that the Sparta simulation would need to be visited and upgraded. If Amira was easily scaling through it, then the har