Duel of systems

From one moment to the next, I appeared in a white room with a strange ringing in my ear. I got up from the floor and a strange announcement appeared. (Welcome user) [You have received a new opportunity] [You will return to life as if nothing had happened to you, but you must do a mission] (Rules) [You cannot be detected by a regular person doing a mission. Simply put, no normal person can recognize you doing the mission Automatically, you go on the punishment list and if you are caught, you will also go on the target list] [You cannot kill another player without being on a mission] [You cannot interfere in another player’s life without being allowed to do so] [You cannot kill external people] [You cannot tell a normal person what you do] [Any rule can be added or changed. Breaking any of the rules makes you a target for as long as the system determines] (Missions) [You will be given missions to kill or steal. There are only 200 available worldwide] [You have a limit of

I answered the call so as not to drag that matter out any longer. “Hello!” “You’re a bastard! You reproach me for Alejandro, but you’re the lover of a bitch!” I didn’t really like hearing that, but I kept listening to her. Until I got bored with her insults. “You are a cynic! I see what you spend your money on!” I paused a little and was as clear as possible with Adriana. I didn’t want to be next to her anymore. “I’m going to separate. My mistress wants me to go live with her. Monday we’ll talk.” I hung up on her and turned off my cell phone, I wanted to get some rest. They had been too weird. I closed and opened my eyes, surprisingly I got a notification from the system, I ignored it, but this time something very strange happened to me. I was transported to a lonely place full of ice. It was very cold, maybe I was in the North Pole or in the South Pole. I was only in my underwear and I didn’t know what to do, my short black hair started to fill with snow and my black eyes we

After the impact, the driver got out of the car. Lucia pulled out a gun, I didn’t hesitate to ask her. “What’s wrong?” “Mmm, I have problems with the mafia. Not because of the mission, it’s external stuff.” “A rich woman like you has problems with the mafia?” “One of the companies I own is competition for a mafia business.” After listening to her, I knew that we are all wanted for trouble, regardless of social status. For the first time, I pulled out a gun and prepared to shoot, but she motioned to me. “You better stay, I’ll settle this quickly. The hit wasn’t that hard, and maybe it was an accident.” She got out of the car with the gun hidden in the dress she was wearing. I didn’t try to tell her anything and concentrated on looking at my system. I wanted to see if there was anything that could help me, since I hadn’t checked anything. I could see the announcement of the missions I would have to do. [Missions] [Steal] [Kill]. Obviously, I preferred to be an assassin, my m

The drive to the hospital with Lucia was a real odyssey. My mind was overwhelmed by the stress of the mission full of complications that had brought us to this point. I waited in the hospital room, desperately yearning for news of Lucia's condition.One of her imposing bodyguards approached me, breaking the uncertainty-laden silence. Holding a credit card and business card in his hands, he informed me in a gravelly voice: "The lady sent this to you." I would have preferred to speak directly to Lucia, but we were like strangers bound by a fragile alliance. I took both cards in my hands, noting with intrigue that the business card had the address of an obscure shop that sold guns in town.I needed to talk to Lucia, but before I could say a word, the bodyguard added, in a threatening tone: "She doesn't want to talk to anyone. I don't know what happened to her, but she has bruises on her body. It's pretty strange. I don't know if it was you, but I'm warning you, if I find out it was yo

When I finally arrived exhausted at the luxurious hotel, my legs were shaking and my labored breathing barely allowed me to utter a word. The door to the room closed behind me with a sigh of relief, and I dropped heavily onto the soft bed. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but I could not allow myself to rest for long. In the midst of my exhaustion, I completely forgot about the daily missions I had to accomplish. It was then that I opened the system notifications, and there they were, like a stark warning reminding me that I still had time to complete them, more than an hour ahead of me.That daily routine had become a kind of progressive torture. At first, the exercises were simple, barely a challenge to my endurance, but day after day, the number increased relentlessly, transforming each movement into a painful challenge. Now, I had to face 80 repetitions of each exercise, and my body, exhausted and sore, resisted with each effort. However, I knew I had to start before time ran out,