JokerX gazed out from behind the couch. His heart was pounding rapidly. His n were there. They stood close to the main entrance. They did not move.
They were not firing their weapons. They rely stood motionless. Their expressions were terrified. They regarded the boy covered in blood as if he were a monster.
JokerX got it. His n were too afraid to engage in combat. They had all been beaten by this one boy. JokerX felt cold. This job ca with a lot of money. However, the value of this boy outweighed the money. He was unique. He posed a threat.
JokerX was furious. His n were cowards, which infuriated him.
Because he had made a significant error, he was upset with himself.
He shouted, "What are you waiting for?" He spoke in a tremulous tone. "Just killing him!"
Adam heard the shout, but it sounded distant. Everywhere on his body ached. Twenty n had been killed by him. He was aware of the number. But there were nurous bullet holes all over his body. It had the feel of shattered glass.
Everywhere was the pain. His vision was blurry. The club’s lights were flickering on and off. He had heavy eyes. It was difficult for him to keep them open.
He remained upright. He was not going to fall. He was aware that he was dying, though. This was a broken body.
Then there was a roar. The other gunshots were not like this one. There was only one rough crack.
He was struck in the head by sothing.
No pain was felt. It was simply silent. The noise ceased. His body stopped hurting. The flickering lights went out. The world simply vanished.
Adam went down. He had a doll-like body. It struck the ground and remained motionless.
He had been shot by JokerX. He had been saving a large rifle, which he had used. He saw the boy go down. He was sowhat pleased, but he was also terrified.
Adam saw nothing but darkness. The place was calm and peaceful. This was not the first ti he had been here.
In the shadows, the color blue erged. The words were icy.
[Host has died.]
[Host is going back to the last save point.]
The darkness vanished.
He noticed light. He could sll the city. He heard sounds and vehicles. Once more, he stood outside the train station. His body was brand-new. No bullet holes were visible. No pain was felt. He was still alive.
He glanced at his side. Joseph and Eric stood there. As before, they appeared anxious.
"Co on, Adam," said Eric. He took Adam by the arm. "We must move quickly."
Eric previously claid that Adam had been perplexed. He had had so faith in them. He felt nothing now.
He recalled everything. He recalled that they had traded him to JokerX in exchange for cash. He had lost the part of him that had been their friend. It had perished in the club.
Once more, Eric reached for his hand.
Adam quickly withdrew his hand. He clenched his fist. He made full use of his newfound strength. He struck Eric across the face.
A loud crack sounded. Eric’s eyes widened. He landed on the street after falling backwards. He remained motionless.
Joseph rely gazed. He had his mouth agape. He glanced down at Eric. He then turned to face Adam, who was icy. He did not get it.
"Are you crazy, Adam?" Joseph yelled. There was fear in his voice. "What is the matter with you? Did the death of your parents drive you insane?
Adam ignored what was being said. All they were was disturbances. He did not respond. He raised his leg. He gave Joseph a forceful kick to the face. Joseph’s head moved back. He collapsed beside Eric. He moaned softly.
On the street, people paused to observe. Two other boys were attacked by a boy wearing a school uniform. They exchanged whispers. However, no one took any action. They did nothing but observe.
Adam was standing above his forr companions. He inhaled deeply. Inside, he was furious. It was a chilly rage. However, he managed it. He was on a mission. He had a target. He turned and left. They were left on the ground by him.
Adam paid no attention to what was being said. They were rely disruptions. He did not answer. He lifted his leg. He kicked Joseph hard in the face. Joseph’s head turned back. He fell down next to Eric. He let out a low moan.
People stopped to watch on the street. A boy in a school uniform attacked two other boys. They whispered to each other. But nobody did anything about it. All they did was watch.
Adam stood above his old friends. He took a deep breath. He was angry inside. It was a cold rage. But he succeeded. He had a purpose. He had a target. He turned and walked away. He dropped them to the ground.
[Congratulations Host.]
[You killed 20 people in the last loop. You get a reward.]
[You can choose three things from these 20 people.]
Then there were more bluish windows. One by one. In front of him, there were twenty System windows in the distance. The nas of the n he had killed were displayed in each window. Every window served as a nu. He could use their abilities.
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