Although I might have ntioned it before, I used to love FPS gas.
Back then, I rambled on about how straightforward the objectives were, but to keep it short, it was simply because of their simplicity and the direct pleasure they provided.
Over ti, gas evolved to require more thought beyond just shooting, but I tried my hand at most FPS gas regardless of additional features.
There were gas with strange nas like Rainbow-Siege and large-scale capture gas that allowed 64-player multiplayer. There were also Duty Calls, which featured scenarios turning players into war heroes, and gas about escaping from a closed economic zone.
While they all fell under the FPS category, they each existed on different platforms.
But...
[External Mission List]
ㄴ [Small-Scale Infiltration: Team Six]
ㄴ[Various enemies, including Russian intelligence units, are infiltrating the mainland to install EMPs and fortify nurous terrains to lay the groundwork for an invasion. Team up with other operators to stop them.]
ㄴ[Current Rank: None]
[External Mission List // Seasonal Limited Content: Open]
ㄴ [Vaccine Search: Survival]
ㄴ[The vaccine against the Oga Virus, a biological weapon that has spread worldwide, has been found in a research facility in the contaminated area. Break through the impending snowstorm to retrieve the vaccine and return safely.]
ㄴ[Current Rank: None]
[External Mission List]
ㄴ [Closed Zone: Escape from Unknown]
ㄴ[You were conducting a search mission in an unidentified area, isolated from HQ, where you were reported missing. You confird that valuable supplies and information still remain. Break through the dangers lurking in the area, acquire valuable items, and escape.]
[External Mission List]
ㄴ [Data Erasure: Apex Predator]
ㄴ[After the collapse of Artemis Technologies, Icarus engineers implented a vast virtual training environnt over 7㎢ through simulators. Fight against a hundred competitors in research facilities, collapsed cities, and giant training grounds to claim victory.]
ㄴ[Current Rank: None]
[External Mission List]
ㄴ [Full-Scale War: BattleField]
ㄴ[An imminent battle against regular Russian and Chinese forces. Capture bases, kill enemies, and kill again in a vast combat environnt. Even if you die, you can be reborn.]
[External Mission List]
ㄴ [Unlimited PVP: Fallen Angel]
ㄴ[A betrayal by Icarus agents poses a significant threat. A formidable agent can beco a terrifying enemy. Enter the area infested with rogue operators who have betrayed order and sided with violence, and eliminate them.]
ㄴ[Current Rank: None]
"...There’s a lot here."
"They bought the rights to FPS gas that were popular in the past and integrated them into the Dark Zone. That’s why so many users flocked here."
"It looks like it."
...These are all gas I’ve seen sowhere before. Why are they all cramd into the Dark Zone?
Old mories are surfacing. Co to think of it, when I glanced at a Dark Zone-related article before, there seed to be sothing about this. They said they had implented nurous past FPS gas into virtual reality.
It’s not impossible, I suppose… but it is absurd. I never thought I’d face the gas of my past in this form.
The external mission lists, that is, the ga modes serviced by the Dark Zone, were slightly different from what I knew in the past.
To be more specific, so modifications were made in the process of incorporating the worldview and settings, making it difficult to recognize the originals.
However, as if to say that what matters is the content, as soon as I opened the detailed view of Team Six, familiar maps unfolded before my eyes. There were mansions, banks, and coastlines scattered here and there.
Hmm.
"It feels like it’s been a while since I practiced rappelling...."
"Huh? Did you say sothing?"
"I was just thinking about what we might do. Have you decided yet, Harmony?"
"I’m figuring it out through a vote right now. You’re okay with anything, right?"
"Yes."
Streaming.
Streaming, huh.
Suddenly, I beca a bit curious. How does streaming work, and how is she doing it? Perhaps this is how viewers co in.
After waiting for a while, Harmony received the authority through a party leader change request and pressed 'Team Six' at the top. With smooth internal UI navigation, the surrounding environnt peeled away, and soon we were standing in a briefing room-like space.
The ranked match feature was locked due to a lack of level, but a ssage popped up saying that beginner matchmaking wasn’t applied to the normal match because there was a hardcore user.
I figured as much.
"Oh, actually trying it is making nervous again. I played it on a computer a few years ago, but it’s been so long I forgot the maps. Are you okay?"
"I think I’ll manage...."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Duh-dung.
Amidst this, an imposing sound signaling a successful match and a map appeared before my eyes. It was a bank. A complex three-story structure, including the second floor, first floor, and basent level.
The ti limit was three minutes. After three rounds, the roles of attack and defense were switched, and the team that achieved five wins first would be victorious. It was a simple and clear system.
Harmony was next to , unable to hide her fascination as she noticed, "Even normal gas have the sa system as ranked these days?" anwhile, the lobby began to expand little by little.
Three other players were entering.
But,
───!
"Please tell we got in, please...!"
"Oh? We got in! Really? We succeeded in getting a viewer match like this!?"
"Noknyang group, we made it in───!!"
...I didn’t expect this.
They were all avatars that had nothing to do with FPS gas. As I stood there with a bewildered expression, 'female avatars' of various appearances cheered at us as if having a fan eting... Wait a minute.
Us?
"It’s Eugene, the teacher!"
"Teacher! Please take care of our slightly lacking but good-natured Harmony nuna! Without you, she might quit this ga!"
"...Ah, yes. I understand."
The briefing room had beco quite noisy.
Harmony, as if familiar with it, explained the rules to follow when doing a viewer match, and the others nodded in agreent.
Unlike the old days, when you couldn’t tell who the other person was beyond the computer screen, virtual reality gas, even with avatars, revealed the player’s behavior and speech patterns, leading to more decent users.
Harmony, confirming that the broadcast was streaming smoothly, added:
"The location protection feature is on, so even if soone on the opposing team is watching my stream, the broadcast won’t be visible once matched. So, there shouldn’t be any major issues...."
A buzzing sound.
Along with the words floating before my eyes, a slightly muffled briefing ca through my ears.
[The enemy has installed an EMP and sealed most of the Icarus systems. Choose gadgets that can aid in the operation and proceed.]
And the equipnt list for the attackers was laid out.
There were countless gadgets, from breaching hamrs, EMP grenades, flash shields, explosive grenades, and more that were too nurous to list. Naturally, more than two of these couldn’t be carried.
Except for .
However, there wasn’t much worth taking, so I just casually brought along so explosive grenades. Carrying around all sorts of things was cumberso.
Armor decisions and ban-pick selections began.
Thus, the final team composition was....
[X-Kairos // Explosive Rounds // EMP Grenades // Pressure Bombs // Tracks]
"Sohow, the composition naturally resembles a ranked ga."
"It seems like there isn’t anything we can’t break through. You guys didn’t bring anything strange, did you? Like adhesive explosives instead of smoke or flash grenades?"
"No issues here."
"What about Harmony nuna?"
"I didn’t bring my skills."
"Oh dear."
While everyone laughed and chatted, I also checked to see if I forgot anything... but I didn’t have anything to begin with.
Others had their armor and speed change according to gadget selection, but except for the destruction round launcher and spare ammo on my back, my equipnt was the sa.
And sure enough,
"Uh... Eugene?"
"Yes?"
"Why, how are you 3-speed and 3-armor all by yourself?"
"Because I’m a hardcore user."
"...Nye?"
Four grenades, the default amount.
A hard-breach charge, a common gadget. I just casually brought it.
Bulletproof vest. I wore the heaviest and sturdiest one, as always.
Speed. I was simply fast at running.
"Is there a problem?"
It didn’t take long for four faces, struggling to find a problem, to look at .
[Due to the jamrs present throughout the operational area, facility scanning is impossible. Use drones to scout the enemy base camp and clear it.]
Buzzzz.
A small disc-shaped drone was automatically generated outside the base camp. As everyone’s gaze lowered to the floor, the sound of air being expelled followed as the drone began moving at the players' control.
All passages were blocked by planks, but there were gaps just wide enough for the drones to pass through, allowing smooth reconnaissance. Four drones entered the interior through the back door, front door, and wall vents.
Among them, one drone remained stationary.
After deliberately parking her drone close to her spawn position, Eugene accessed the cara network to check the movent of other drones.
The auditory function of a drone entering the second floor turned on, bringing a barrage of footsteps, reinforced wall installation sounds, and gunfire attempting to take down other drones scouring the area.
The continuous sound of shotgun blasts and sparking electricity bouncing off reinforced walls was heard.
Through the so-called construction process, the defenders were preparing to impose an inconvenient environnt on the attackers approaching the objective.
Three drones survived the reconnaissance ti. One was Eugene’s, and only two drones were positioned appropriately to provide real-ti briefings on the enemy's position.
"The bomb is on the second floor. They’re in the middle of construction, and they’re wearing bulletproof vests. Watch out for entry denial explosives, there are ADS devices and...electric claws attached. I’m not sure about the last one."
"It’s a jamr gadget."
"Oh, really? Then all five are confird. I’ll head to the back door, so be careful of spawn kills. Where will you go, Harmony?"
"I’ll...just go where there are more people."
"Then follow us. Eugene, what about you?"
"I’ll go around and co up through the parking lot."
"Okay. Watch out for roars!"
[Find and defuse the bomb.]
With the deep voice of the supporting operator, five figures appeared in the midst of the snowstorm sweeping through the city center.
Before approaching the bank in earnest, the operators cautiously comnced their movents, waiting briefly to see if any personnel would erge to dismantle barricades and attempt spawn kills.
Three personnel approached the back door, while two others spawned at opposite ends of the front door—a player headed for the sewer, and Eugene went toward the parking lot.
Click.
A single round in the chamber. The 31-round magazine was filled with .300 AAC Blackout rounds, boasting significant damage and stopping power, and ten similar magazines were packed into her pouch.
After checking her weapon, Eugene picked up the disc-shaped drone on the ground, stuffed it into her multi-purpose pouch, and started moving.
No, it was closer to running.
Bang!
With a sharp sound, the CCTV mounted on the parking lot’s outer ceiling was shattered, and a figure seed to be sucked into the building's interior.
From here, she didn’t know where the enemies might be. Silencing her footsteps completely, she began quickly scouring areas where enemies might be hiding, aiming her weapon.
There was no one in the parking lot.
Before entering the access route leading into the building, she subtly focused all her senses on her ears. There were no loud sounds. She retrieved the drone from her multi-purpose pouch and began operating it.
"...."
Inside the vault. CCTV control room. Not a single sound could be heard.
She exhaled briefly, then charged at the barricade, shattering it completely, and hid herself deep inside the basent level in an instant.
While the noise from the breaking barricade distracted the enemy, she planned to clear the basent entirely by eting up with the teammate pushing from the tunnel side at the server room stairs.
But at that mont,
"Basent! Enemy waiting behind the server at the tunnel entrance!"
A loud gunshot echoed.
Imdiately, Eugene in the vault started moving. The sharp sound of tal friction, traveling tens of ters in an instant, was drowned out by the gunfire.
She reached the control room, rapidly decelerating. Despite having nurical superiority, the defenders had the advantage of the first strike, aning a bad turn could lead to a 3:5 situation instead of 5:4.
After pondering briefly, Eugene pulled out the drone she had retrieved earlier.
A few seconds later, gunfire resounded above the server room.
The drone shattered quickly, having barely traveled a few ters, but it was enough.
As her tail wrapped around the grenade launcher slung across her back and passed it to her hand, she inserted a finger into the trigger, launching an explosive round at the server room wall.
And the main body moved.
Just before the wall exploded, Eugene burst out of the control room with speed rivaling the flying debris, planting her feet firmly and quickly changing direction.
The target was the enemy hidden behind the server, and the distance was less than five ters. Her leg strength allowed her to cover the intricately winding space in the blink of an eye.
With the deafening boom of the destruction round launched for distraction, the enemy was tackled and slamd into the wall without firing a single shot at Eugene.
Bang!
"Cough!"
Even though it was a ga, the impact was enough to leave him dazed. His HP dropped to below 20 in an instant, leaving him sprawled on the ground.
Before he could gather his thoughts, sothing appeared in his view—a tomahawk raised into the air—and he couldn’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to die fighting rather than like this.
In the next mont, a rather horrifying sound for a ga echoed.
[5 : 4]
It was the mont one more fell.
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