Assault Game!

First battle 1

At the same moment, several others moved from other starting points. They each had a robot to accompany them these far, but they were alone after now.

From the setting, it could be discerned that the admins did not want them to see each other at the start, as they were kept far from the next Player.

Alexia had an indescribable feeling as she ran. As if she was on drugs or something. ‘This is not me!’ She told herself.

She wore a backpack too, and the uniform she got was a hiking shirt with a matching pair of trousers.

There was no time to cry, she had done that before.

This wasn't the time to seek help or give off a pitiful look. There are only lions, and eagles here. Either she was completely ignored... Or eaten!

There wasn't even a chance to plan her strategy. She could only do what they said. And run forward. To the next safe point. Or else... People would surely strike.

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Fletcher wasn't a brainless twerp like others jeered at him for. He was slow to get things, that doesn't mean he was stupid.

And because he crashed things when he was angry, that did not make him a delinquent. He had a healthy home before, friends and family, and the sort. That was a place he tried so much to keep safe. And the reason why he struggled to make it back.

True, he had built a lot of enemies in his quest for the safety of his family. Although he was young, just 23, he started from the lowest of life and engaged in drug trafficking and cheap cybercrime. Then he got into a gang.

The dough kept coming in, and he could keep himself and his family afloat while doing odd jobs here and there. It wasn't easy, but life wasn't a VR game.

He had lost a lot. He couldn't afford to lose his family.

“I still haven't seen anyone. Is my hypersensitive feeling due to fright or adrenaline? In any case, I should hurry. If there's a fucker on the way that comes to stop me, I'll show them what a Killer ability means”

His chuckle turned into brilliant laughter.

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“f**k, a-are these mosquitoes? How can they be this much? Just kill me already! How can I survive in this hell?”

Elaine was a somewhat petite woman of about 25. She had been an up-and-coming stylist for a big Korean company. She had a brother and a father, but both of them had alienated her at some point in their relationship. A short while after her mother died to be precise.

She had told them it wasn't her fault before, cried even. But her family had no place again in their hearts for her.

“Well, it's true I killed her. And that, is a cross I should carry”

She had been a journalist for a huge establishment. Although she was just an affiliate, she held her ambitions for climbing higher in the ladder.

She saw an opportunity and she took it. But maybe at some point, her ambition had turned to greed. She was warned to leave the case of a dirty politician where it was... In the dirt.

But she dug it out, even sold her body to get it, then publicized the information using an alias.

She had a recollection of visiting her family home one evening, to stare at a burning house, and her mother strapped to a chair as it burned... And the killer throttling his bike away with a roar.

He did not forget to leave the reason behind with a blood print.

“Although poking at my scars brought nothing but a slight pain. I want to create a world where ambitious journalists like you know their place."

Just as anyone would guess, her Mother died pitifully. She couldn't even be laid to rest in full but had to be cremated and pour over the Pacific.

And the Politician, he even got won the freaking election after causing those horrors. She shouted her mind to get vengeance, yet it seemed the ship had long sailed away.

She remembered walking into a Dojo with red eyes. She did not take it as her last option, but she felt like she could murder herself if she did nothing.

Going under her master, she learned how to fight, and how to show a placid face when things waddle you off your feet.

She was to learn how to become cut off from the affairs of the world. To become like a hermit.

But she couldn't. Instead, she succeeded in hiding everything behind her mask.

She wards off another giant mosquito that latched on her meaty hand. She didn't even know why she was here. Although she did a little bit too much with her struggle for revenge. Went a little bit too far, it wasn't what she should be hated for eternity for.

Millions pass through the same sort of experience as her, and thousands bloodied their hands with revenge.

Although she felt she did nothing wrong, Elaine recalled the choked face of the politician, his clothes covered all over with puke, spittle, and sweat. He had flailed his hands and legs frantically, practically begging for mercy with his eyes... He died with his body already turning cold.

She recalled the looks of horror on the faces of his family, a young wife with a toddler. But they did not shout, because she had strapped them to two chairs and taped their mouths.

They couldn't talk, but they could struggle. And they did. The wife's skin around her wrist was bleeding, but she did not care.

‘It's good then. At least there's someone who loves you. They can pass through the same f*****g s**t as I did.’

Elaine shuddered suddenly. She had honed her senses with thousands of drills when she was in the dojo. The feeling of danger told her she wasn't alone.

She decided to run quicker, putting up long sprints.

While she was high on adrenaline, she was not scared. Her ability was one for combat. And she had trained for combat!

“So they've started sneaking around huh? ... And let the devil take the hind most.

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Glaive pressed himself on a tree, his sharp eyes clocking about to take in his surrounding, while his brain did the math.

He had rare eyesight of 10/20. But that was not the only thing that gave him his current rank with the SEALs. He was sharp and could respond to change quicker than your common person.

But in all of that, he knew how to see an opportunity, and grab it.

He should be running like the rest of the squad, but his sights docked on a regular man panting like a pig a few inches away from him.

Giovanni had rubbed mud on his uniform and stashed green leaves to form the camo. He blended with the tree as if he was an extension of it. His experience and training taught him that.

“There were two little blackbirds, sitting on a tree. One named Peter, and one named Paul.

Fly away Peter”

If everyone was fighting for his own interest, then he was the devil reaping where he did not sow.

He jumped behind the unsuspecting man, skillfully removing his dagger while he was still in the air.