I went to a shooting range to distract myself, the smell of gunpowder filled the air and the sound of gunfire echoed in my ears. Frustration was taking hold of me as I watched my bullets miss the target again and again. Centimeters of distance separated my target from victory, but my aim was failing dismally. The shooting range was almost empty, only a brave few ventured into that challenging place.An overwhelming sense of despair washed over me as I looked at the stats and skills the system offered me. My body was fit, with decent muscle mass and stamina. However, my skill with weapons was disappointing, and my previous missions showed only failures and disappointments.[Statistics]Muscle mass 45Strength 40Endurance 30Intelligence 82Weapon proficiency 15Position 230[Mission statistics]Eliminated users 10Targets eliminated 3Completed missions 2Rules broken 2Number of times punished 2[Skills](Sniper vision)(Movement calculator)15(Strength of Hercules)(Salamander regen
That same night I got on a plane to do my mission of the week. Again my target was a policeman. They usually ventured into dangerous places and usually blamed the bandits they found there. However, I no longer felt as safe as before. The increase in my level and the knowledge of the missions I had done aroused some fear in me. The daily missions no longer bothered me, I did them early in the morning to avoid forgetting them and not having the pressure to do them before the time ran out.On board the plane, I felt tense and on edge. I was beginning to understand the level of stress Lucia endured as she went about her missions without showing signs of weakness. I wondered what she had done to avoid having to complete the daily missions. The question arose in my mind as to whether it was possible to eliminate those missions altogether.Uncertainty and anxiety gripped me as the plane moved toward my next destination. I knew that every step I took increased the risk and the possibility of
I awoke abruptly in the midst of a deafening tumult. The din of voices filled the corridors of the hotel, like a dissonant chorus of nonconformities and complaints. Curious about the commotion, I got out of bed and crept to the half-open door to discover the source of the hubbub.As I peeked in, my eyes were met with an unexpected and threatening scene. Two individuals were having a heated argument. They were people with disturbing tattoos on their faces. It was evident that they belonged to some shady gang.Instinctively, I closed the door slowly, while my mind worked on how to quickly complete my mission and escape from that oppressive place. Although I was in an unfamiliar city, I had a clear conviction that I could not afford to harm innocent civilians, as the consequences would be severe and the system prevented me from doing so.I lay back on the bed and turned my gaze back to the system that had been provided to me. I longed for more information about the man I was to confront.
I made up my mind to look for information about the man. So I decided to ask him about Walter Smith on my way back to my hotel."Do you know anything about Walter, the policeman?", I asked him directly.The man looked at me suspiciously before answering, "He is corrupt, he has many enemies. He has betrayed many people and killed them. If you go after him, don't waste your time.""Mmm, I see. Don't worry, with this I'm just going to kill a thief. I arrived a few days ago here, I just know he lives nearby in the hotel where I'm staying and the police are corrupt. I'd better solve my problems myself," I replied, trying to hide my true intention.I took out the two thousand dollars he had asked for and handed it to him. I watched as he took them and then said to me:"You are a very strange foreigner. You're more likely to get yourself killed, but hey, you're not my problem anymore."I didn't care about his comment, I had what I needed. A sniper weapon to eliminate Walter without exposing
Fatigued and tired, I arrived in the imposing city once again. The exhausting plane ride had been a torment, I was very sleepy, I had not slept on the plane.Nevertheless, I had a mission to accomplish before the day was over. I noticed how my body transformed, gaining muscle and strength in my arms. I now understood the purpose of my daily task. However, my attention was focused on what was happening with Lucia's business. I sensed that something was not right.Without wasting a single second, I boarded the first cab I saw as I left the airport. As I dialed the meter number on my phone over and over again, I began to get anxious, no one was answering on the other end of the line.Imagine the worst, it was very strange that a man with it did not answer me, nor did he try to communicate with me.[...]When I arrived at the mansion where Lucia was recovering from her coma, I found employees taking their suitcases out of the place. I got out of the cab and approached somewhat anxious to
The next day. I woke up to the sounds of the mansion. Someone was prowling around the place. I decided to get out of bed and leave Lucia with the nurse again. Although I wanted to stay and do nothing.I put only my shirt back on, thought about changing clothes, and looking for someone to manage Lucia's business, since I was incapable of handling that responsibility. I proceeded to open the door to the room. I saw the nurse, she was a woman in her late 40's, straight hair, somewhat short and chubby. She looked a little worried, maybe she thought I had done something to Lucia, but I preferred not to say anything to her so as not to confuse her."She is breathing a little slow, if necessary put her on oxygen.""Yes, sir, don't worry."She didn't even look me in the eyes. I was left wondering by her attitude, so I just stayed for a few minutes and then went back into the room at a moment's notice.The woman was nervous, she kept looking at me, but I decided to tell her what I was thinki
In two seconds I saw how the girl fell to the ground, she received two accurate shots, that man came to me quickly.The sound of the girl's body shook me. I felt that I was dead too, however, I could see Anderson and I was surprised to see him in front of me. That man was the one who helped Lucia a short while ago. He shot me in the shoulder twice."That's weird why are you here, do you know who you're up against?"Hearing his voice and seeing him approaching I recognized him. He was the man from the bar who helped me. The same one who spoke to me a few days ago. I decided to answer since he would probably kill me."No, I just wanted to try my luck, with the other users.""You want to die fast, but well, I'll grant your wish.""I'm only doing this for Lucia. She is in a coma and next month she will be targeted, I won't be able to protect her, I need to level up and do more missions.""I see, well shoot me""What?""I have nothing to live for, the police and the system is after me for
The next day I arrived at the mansion, it seemed even more silent and gloomy after what I experienced a short while ago. The uncertainty and tension gave me a bad mood. My mind was filled with unanswered questions. I felt trapped in that game. Where only killing was valid.I got up from the couch that was in one of the rooms, I headed towards the bathroom to wash my face. I felt the need to clean my conscience, although I knew it would not be easy to get rid of the guilt that was eating away at me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, trying to find some strength and hope in my own tired eyes.After a long bath, I put on a clean shirt and pants. I walked back to the room where Lucia lay comatose, fragile and helpless. I closed the door behind me and left a message for the nurse not to come. I wanted to be alone with her, to share a moment and unburden everything that had been weighing on my heart.I lay down next to her, feeling the softness of the sheets and the warmth of her lim