Drake crouched over on the ground, in a few seconds the pain had left him instantly. He was ready to receive another hit from the other fighter before Isalio ordered the fighter to stop and declared the fight over, Drake stood up slowly, wobbling his legs and limping as though he had sustained serious injuries to his body. The other opponents that surrounded them all looked at him. "So he's really weak" "He could not even put up a fight against Kandra and got beat up" "seems he's no fighter" "Pathetic " "Oh, I'm sure he can hear us." Drake could hear everyone perfectly well and they made no effort to even whisper, 'dumb people' he thought to himself, if this was Isalio's strongest fighter then this organisation was on the verge of extinction; because only he could clear them all and the only one he would have difficulty facing was Isalio himself. "Are you doing okay, Drake" Kevin came to support him to walk to an empty mat where he could rest, he nipped the inside

It was yet another day again, Drake woke up as the morning sun filtered through the window; he got up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, washing up in the bathroom and changing into appropriate clothing. Drake went to scan the library next. The room, a sanctuary of knowledge amid the war's chaos, was filled with shelves that groaned under the weight of old books, tomes, and manuscripts. Drake walked into the library, intent on absorbing as much information as he could with the system. His recent battle with the hybrids had shown him the importance of being not only physically strong but also strategically smart.The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of paper as other operatives leafed through books. Drake approached a section dedicated to war strategy and machine crafting. He walked through shelves looking for books; genres ranging from art to fictional stories, wondering why they were inside the game, he reached for an ancient-looking tome titled "Art of Warfare and Strate

The first light of dawn seeped through the cracks in the old mechanical house, casting a dim glow on the array of mechanical parts and weapon prototypes scattered around Drake's workspace. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, a now familiar aroma that Drake had recently found to be oddly comforting. He had spent all of the night refining and crafting new weapons without any hint of exhaustion, determined to ensure the team's success in their next mission. Drake wiped the sweat from his brow and surveyed his work. Laid out before him were various new weapons: plasma rifles, EMP grenades, and energy blades. Each one had been meticulously crafted, incorporating the latest advancements in hybrid combat technology.«Ding! [Alpha Link System Notification] [ -Weapon Creation Complete] [- Plasma Rifles:] [- Damage: +30] [- Range:+25 [- EMP Grenades] [- Effect: Disables electronic components within a 20-meter radius - Duration: 5 minutes - Energy Blades: - Damag

Drake woke up back at the base, his eyes opening slowly to the dim light filtering through the curtains. He blinked a few times, his vision blurry, before the room came into focus. He recognized the familiar surroundings—his room at the base. As his senses sharpened, he felt a dull ache all over his body and noticed the tight bandages wrapped around his torso and limbs.Beside him, Maya was slumped on the floor, her head resting on the edge of his bed. She had probably fallen asleep while tending to his injuries. A bowl of water and a cloth lay in her hand, now motionless. Her face looked pale and exhausted, her hair dishevelled from hours of worry and sleeplessness.Drake attempted to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his body. He groaned softly, trying to piece together what had happened. The memories came flooding back in fragments—the hybrid leader’s attack, the desperate struggle, and the moment he had blacked out. He remembered Isalio’s fierce battle with the hybrid and Maya’

[Player has 3 minutes left] He needed to act fast, he could already sense that the hybrid leader had locked its focus solely on him. Isalio hadn't spotted him yet as he was immersed in his battle and was on the lookout for his other fighters. Maya and Kevin were struggling, if they continued to fight alongside him they would only slow him down. "Kevin! Maya! Stand back, this is my battle". Drake hooked his battle stance as he also looked into the Hybrid's eyes. "We can't leave you to fight this thing alone" Maya disagreed with him, her newly found care for Drake was beginning to irk him. "You would only slow me down Maya" he glanced at her shortly and gave Kevin a short nod, he understood. "Go find another toy to play with, this one is mine" he gave a psychotic grin. Making the duo shiver as they left him to do his thing. 'Alpha link system!' he summoned in his mind. [Alpha link system is active] 'I need my lightweight mechanical arm, I have found the perfect dummy to