WHO OR WHAT'S THE PROBLEM
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In a dark, silent room, an irritated groan could be heard before a lamp by the bed side lit up, “what is it now?” a man lying on a large bed beside the lamp asked.
“You have a call Ushar.” A robotic voice spoke from a phone by the side.
“Who the heck calls at this time of the day?” The man groaned again as he squirmed on his large bed.
Suddenly a large screen lit up in his vision.
[Name: Ushar Blood]
[Race: Unknown]
~Stat~
[Health: 100%]
[Energy: 125,000/125,000]
[Strength: 45]
[Agility: 44]
[Defense: 40]
[Perception: 40]
~Skills~
[Bone Armour – Intermediate Level: Allows the user to materialize a hard carapace over their body. The hardness of this armour is determined by defense stat and it increases strength stat temporarily.]
[Bone Consume – Intermediate Level: Allows the user to consume the bones of enemies on contact and increase Energy stat permanently.]
[Bone Control – Basic Level: Allows the user to manipulate the bones of dead creatures they are in contact with, and make weapons of it temporarily.]
[Mental Control – Intermediate Level: Allows the user to control other people as long as their eyes are in contact.]
~Weakness~
[Sunlight – User’s power and perception is reduced by 50% under the sun.]
[Silver – When wounded with silver, user experience great burning and healing rate is reduced by 50%]
~Quests~
[Streak of perfection: You are a mercenary and the best of them out there! Continue your unrivalled record and become the real definition of perfection, complete a hundred missions in consecutive success.]
[Keep Your Word: You have sworn to fulfill your parents’ wishes and free the human captives of the underworld.]
~Quest Progress~
[Streak of perfection: 99/100 missions completed]
[Keep your Word: Pending]
After looking through the system’s interface, an act which had somehow become a habit since he got the system, Ushar could not help smile. Thinking back to about five years ago when he first got the system, his stats were far lower than this and many of the skills he had now were simply nonexistent back then, after successfully completing many missions mostly with Ryan and a few times with many other members of the seeker mercenary however, he had grown even though not all these mission gave him rewards.
At the side, his phone was still blinking with Boss’s call and Ushar glanced at it before muttering, “I will just call him back.” Then he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep with a lazy moan but then he could hear a vibration which signified the call had been accepted and the wall opposite him lit up like a screen.
On the screen, a man’s back could be seen facing him and the man sat on a spiraling chair which swerved right and left but never faced the screen.
“It is me Ushar, your Boss.” The man on the screen spoke.
Ushar stiffened on his bed, before his closed eyes slowly opened and he glared at his phone to the side, “I didn’t remember telling you to put the caller through, stupid phone.” He said darkly.
“Yes you didn’t but you had instructed me to always put this caller on an automatic access link.” A robotic voice replied through the phone.
“Uh, did I? That might have to change soon.” Ushar said, through a groan as he closed his eyes back.
“Do I have your attention now?” The man on the screen asked.
“Spit it already, do you need to come clean up your a*s again?” Ushar asked, rolling to another side on his large bed.
“Almost right actually but this is not something to be discussed on screen, I need to see you at the base.” The man said and Ushar’s eyes slowly opened.
“You need to see me?” He repeated, with a brow raised in surprise.
“Ryan died.” The man stated and Ushar’s face stiffened, then he asked in a confused voice, “What! How?”
“Like I said, this is something to be discussed physically.” The Boss replied and Ushar shut his eyes for a moment.
“What time should I come Boss?” He eventually asked.
“Get here if you can, right at this instant.” The man answered and Ushar sighed.
“Ok then.” He said nodding his head and the screen turned blank.
Ushar was for sometime deep in thought, death was rare in the seeker mercenary but it does happen occasionally. Ushar and Ryan, even though they could not be considered best of friends had however grown much closer during the past five years and developed a sort of tacit understanding not even Linda had with him. No matter how much he tried however, Ushar’s heart did not feel pain; he only felt loss and pity.
In the dim room, he climbed off the bed walking towards a curtain and pulling it to the side to reveal a glassy wall through which light reflected off his face revealing his pair of irises, black as coal. Through the calm eyes, he stared off into the distance.
A mountain range stretched on in his sight, their white snowy peaks slowly melting into little streams but looking into the sky, Ushar brows furrowed.
His line of sight was above all the mountain peaks simply because his own house was situated in the very highest peak on this mountain range and he always enjoyed this sight. However, the bright sun in the sky successfully managed to sour his already bad mood, “why does it have to be a sunny day?” he muttered, pulling back the curtain before walking back towards a door.
Moments later, a sleek silver sports car zoomed on across a sandy plain quickly approaching a large wall in the distance.
Reaching the wall, however, the car did not stop and it crashed into the wall, or… it was supposed to. In fact the car had not crashed into the wall but instead passed through the wall which shimmered.
The wall was actually not a wall but a perfect holographic façade.
Just behind the holographic wall, the car stopped.
On the ground below the car, a blue circle lit up before sinking into the ground with the car on it.
Soon, the car emerged in a bright underground garage as the platform underneath it melded into the ground while the gap above closed as well.
Ushar exited the car and with swift motion, he had reached a door in an instant. He placed his thumb on the door and after a few seconds, the door slid opened. Ushar walked right towards a staircase which led downward and in a few large strides, he was standing in front of another door below the stairs which slid open after a few seconds as well.
“You are quite fast.” The familiar voice of his Boss spoke, as Ushar calmly took a seat before looking around and his gaze eventually settled on a figure sitting at an end of the large room, this figure’s back turned towards him.
“This is like the hundredth time I have heard that from you, Boss, but I appreciate no less… about Ryan, I offer my condolences.” He replied.
“You should probably say that to his family.” The Boss commented.
“Family, I would be surprised if any of us here had one.” Ushar said, with a grin. In fact, he had never heard anyone bringing up a topic about their family here.
“Well, most of us have a family. We just keep so much from them that we end up creating that inevitable gap, but it is the only way to keep everyone safe.” The Boss replied with a sigh.
Ushar felt strange on hearing that, after all, his own family would probably think he was a pathetic bully if they knew what he was doing, not that they cared anyway.
“I would rather not say my condolences to his family.” Ushar said chuckling.
“That sounds so inhumane.” The Boss spoke.
“Inhumane? Guess it sounds right then.” Ushar said with a shrug, “…and let’s quit the idle talks already, what or who is the problem?” He asked.
- Writer
