───Puhk!
The sound of a silencer glowing brightly with heat, the fading life, the sharp and ominous sound of breath escaping instead of words, the golden liquid flowing from the throat.
A swift kick to the back of the knee, followed by the switchblade pressed to the neck, cutting the carotid artery and damaging the vocal cords, and then stabbing between the ribs, puncturing both lungs. All of this in just 4 seconds. And so, one person was ejected into the lobby without a single scream.
The thick darkness in the bunker’s underground was so heavy it absorbed all sound, and once again, silence fell. There was no ti to search the body. Two more enemies were approaching from the other side.
So, moving with a sound almost impossible to believe was made by military boots, I focused and listened—clink. A small stone wedged in the door fra fell to the ground when the door opened. This gave a rough idea of where the enemies were.
I took a detour through the basent, retracing my steps, carefully stepping over broken glass, and reached near the basent lever. At that point, a distinct English voice echoed—however, by then, I had already infiltrated inside. I couldn’t allow them to fire, so I shoved the switchblade into my right hand and swiftly struck with the edge of my hand to the throat.
The enemy gagged, clutching their throat. A quick knee strike brought them down, and with a swift twist, their neck snapped. One down. As I pulled the switchblade from my right arm, I saw an enemy entering through the door. I threw the blade, and it embedded into their eye. They fell backward, collapsing.
After taking down three, I finally turned on the lights in the underground, which had been engulfed in darkness.
Three corpses lay scattered on the floor.
-??????????????
-What the hell is this? lololololololololololol
-Feels like I’ve seen this in the old weapon retrieval missions…
-I was wondering why the lights in the bunker were all smashed lolol
-How are newbies supposed to play this? It’s too intense for them!!!
Phew.
Who would’ve thought three enemies would show up just after I switched the lever?
With a sigh of relief, I began to tidy up the situation—first, let's go back a bit. After a few days of stepping into this PVP mode, I was now in one of the EU maps, the bunker. It was no big deal. I simply felt the need to prepare seriously for sothing.
Preparing to take down cha Viam.
"Looks like there’s nothing to eat except guns and so random stuff. I guess it’s because the flea market isn’t open yet, but upgrading items through farming really isn’t that efficient."
As he said, the leveling was fast, but there were still about four levels left before I could buy what I wanted from the shop. Additionally, in order to buy items cheaper than at the flea market, I had to increase my rapport with various rchants.
So, over the past few days, I had been busy moving around rchants.
There were a total of eight rchants I could et. On the first day, I t Cash ndoza, the captain, the engineer, and the dealer—since then, I’d t the following: Doctor, Hunter, Boss, and Maverick.
As you might guess from their nas, their codenas roughly hinted at what they did before the Unidentified Zone turned into a warzone—The Doctor was a forr physician who offered various dical services. The Hunter was a forr soldier and forest ranger who also ran a shooting range. His services reflected that.
The Boss and Maverick were a little unusual, but the forr was soone who led a bandit faction, one of the hostile AI forces often found roaming the map. Apparently, the user bandits, or Udit system, were also closely connected with him.
As for the latter...
‘…I have a feeling sothing big is going to happen with this guy soon.’
Maverick was the manager of a huge mafia-like organization running in customs. Looking at his setup, I thought the Boss’s codena should’ve been swapped with his, but...
In any case, he would have been soone to just keep in mind. However, when all the other seven rchants were warning to be cautious with him, I couldn’t help but shift my focus in that direction. Whether this would cause any ripples later on, I wasn’t sure.
Anyway, returning to the point. The real reason I was putting in all this effort to farm items was... as I ntioned earlier, there was one crucial reason.
If I didn’t reach a certain threshold, cha Viam would forcibly kick out users.
And with a plasma weapon attached to his tail.
"Let’s finish the quest. It’s quite a pain that Raider kills don’t count as bandit kills."
-Killed them faster than shooting with a gun lol
-If this questline were the sa as a regular user’s, I’d be level 20 by now
-So many tasks, but the rewards suck lol
-Icarus should’ve counted Raider kills
-If it wasn’t for infinite respawns, I’d have wiped an entire session already
Making deals with rchants to et the dical facility’s trade volu and rapport requirents, upgrading security facilities and ventilation for the generator’s level-up, and leveling up my endurance to upgrade security—thankfully, my character’s physical skills, like strength and endurance, were set quite high.
So, these days—though it’s only been about three days since I entered this mode—my routine was pretty simple. I’d complete quests, grab any expensive junk, fill my bag, and escape. Then, I’d either store useful items or trade them for credits.
It seed simple, but when it ca down to it, it was like a mountain of tasks. It was a well-crafted system where, if you didn’t have ti or a sense of urgency, you could move very slowly.
It’s a monster of a ga that devours your ti if it matches your tastes.
Anyway, I picked up a few guns to check. I carefully inspected the magazines and ammo, but it wasn’t a very good gun. I detached a few sellable parts and chose the best one: the AKS-74U. I hadn’t used it much, but anyone who got shot in the head with it was bound to go down.
Of course, today, I had a mission to kill 12 bandits in the bunker with a shotgun. So, when the Raider spawned, I had no choice but to use the shotgun I’d carefully kept in the corner.
If I’d known, I might have stirred up a ruckus and fought. That way, people would’ve heard the noise and co inside, or maybe more bandits would’ve spawned.
"I still have ti, so let’s take a look outside."
I stepped outside.
The bunker, divided into the central, south, east, and north sections, was one of the hot spots on the map. There was still gunfire echoing nearby. Between the shots, I could hear thick Russian or English curses proving that bandits were around.
Moving stealthily, I began patrolling the building with my shotgun. It was simple to deal with bandits. With the newly acquired gun, a quick shot to the legs would drop them, and then I’d close the distance to finish them off.
Players were a little trickier. They often threw grenades to close the gap or do other things. If they threw a grenade, I’d rush in, take the hit, and then shoot their knee with a 12-gauge shell. Their legs would shatter, and they’d lose mobility. After that, it was easy.
Taking my ti, I sent about three players or bandits to the lobby or heaven before checking the remaining ti.
"Only six minutes left. I need to escape to the underground bunker."
I retraced the steps I took to go down earlier, and the silence of the underground was eerie. However, it wasn’t crucial. I knew I hadn’t triggered the lever earlier, and whoever was trying to escape had surely activated it.
When I reached the room, sure enough, soone had looted the Raider I had caught and activated the lever. They probably pressed the button by now. They might have escaped, but if not, it could get very tricky.
Hmm...
"If there’s soone waiting, I’ll take care of them. Let’s move."
-Camping
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