Not like this! It couldn't end this way! Not after all that he had endured and his proper planning to escape the facility and rid himself from the clutches of the Germinal Org. "Urghh" he groaned in pain as heat from the ropes seated his flesh, he could literally smell his flesh burning. "Tape that darn mouth!" The voice commanded and soon after some guards came and gruffly slammed tape on his lips, obstructing his protests. The blurry figure grabbed his jaw and turned his face to look at him. "No need to waste whatever little strength you have left in you, it's all over now Z-E-R-0" He threw his face away and walked away towards the supply room where Doctor Calebite had stored his medical equipments and supplies. 'Come on think!' he racked his brain for an escape plan, the system had shut down and needed to charge. That was it for him. It was all useless, all the ideas that he got were useless against his unmoving body. He would have tried talking to the guards but his mou
Drake stepped over the lifeless body of Marcus, a lackey of the evil scientist who had been obsessed with cutting open his head. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles still thrumming with the temporary energy that the Alpha link system had provided him.The sterile, fluorescent-lit lab was now a battlefield, littered with the remnants of shattered equipment and broken machines.He wiped drops of blood from his forehead and turned his attention to the storage room. He knew that Marcus's lackeys were hiding there, probably cowering in fear after witnessing their leader's brutal end. Drake could pick up the faint sounds of their whispers.As he approached the door, his grip tightened on his weapon; a blade. The door creaked open, revealing two men huddled together in terror. Drake's eyes locked onto his targets, and with a swift, decisive motion, he dispatched one of them. The other fell to his knees, hands raised in a desperate plea."Please! Don't kill me!" the man begged, tears
"Hila.." he moaned as he stood up quickly and poised a defensive stance. "What are you doing here?" "Well, that's unfair... It's supposed to be my line" She rushed towards him and gave him a rib-cracking punch square in the chest. ........Commander Hila sat in the lead transport vehicle, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The convoy moved steadily towards the Night Owl, the other test subjects securely transported in the vehicles behind her. She tried to focus on the mission, but her thoughts kept drifting to her sister, held hostage by the Germinal Organization. The image of her sister's fearful face haunted her, a constant reminder of the urgency and stakes of her situation.Her personal communication device buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. It was a routine update from the laboratory, but something felt off. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something crucial."Commander Hila," came the voice of Lieutenant Marcus over the comm.
The unexpected declaration momentarily disrupted Hila's concentration. She faltered, her fist freezing in mid-air. Surprise flickered across her face as she processed his words, but only for a second. She quickly regained her composure and resumed her assault, her strikes now tinged with a hint of curiosity and frustration.The laboratory was a fighting scene showing the intense struggle between Commander Hila and Drake. Hila's movements were precise and calculated while Drake tried to match her brute strength, Hila was highly trained and efficient in her combat prowess. Their fight had spilled into the main research area, where glass containers filled with unknown substances lined the walls, and complex equipment owned by the dead doctor Calebite. "Hey, System!" Drake called for his system amidst the battle heat. Ding![Alpha link System is active] "Show me Hila's stats"[Of course]---Name: Commander Hila AtredesTitle: Scourge of the SkiesRank: Supreme Fleet CommanderLeve
Hila had successfully hid Drake in her secret room, ensuring the security measures were engaged and that they were well-hidden from any potential search parties. Drake, still catching his breath from the hurried escape, looked at Hila with a mixture of confusion and gratitude."You'd be in trouble if the organisation finds out that you're hiding me here, why are you doing this?" He knew why, but he wanted to hear it from her. "Well I don't even know what I'm doing at this point, and I know a lie when I hear one." She pulled an armchair and plumped into it. Hila turned to face him fully, her stern demeanor softening slightly. For a moment, her steely facade slipped, revealing a hint of vulnerability and warmth. She studied his face, taking in his chiseled features, his piercing eyes, and the way his hair framed his face --He was undeniably handsome, a fact that had escaped her notice during the months they had trained together."You may not realize it, Drake," she said slowly, cho
As the sun dipped behind the towering spires of the city, casting long shadows over the sprawling metropolis below, Hila stood on the highest balcony of the Skykeep, a fortress suspended in the heavens. Her heart raced with nervous anticipation as she peered into the gathering dusk, her keen eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement.The weight of her decision pressed heavily upon her as she waited for the perfect moment to execute her plan, the key was to unlock her glider that was docked in the 7th Hangar, the Glider is fast and equipped for stealth. If he used the east exit he would get out safely.She remembered the look in his eyes in their last moment reflecting a mixture of determination and sadness. She knew that by aiding his escape, she was committing an act of treason that could cost her everything.As Drake made his way through the fortress, the tension was palpable. Every step he took echoed loudly in his ears, each shadow seemed to conceal a potential threat
Drake woke up from the crash, his head still throbbing with pain from the impact. He gritted his teeth struggled to open his eyes, and found himself in an unfamiliar environment, he was lying on a mat in a traditional room with a warm cloth covering his body, he raised his clothes and noticed the unfamiliar fabric on his body. He took a look around in curiosity, where was he? The secret room was dimly lit, with a warm, inviting light. The exposed brick walls had a mix of polished concrete and colourful rugs creating a cosy atmosphere, a very comforting setting in the game; how come he had never come across this setting? He became confused and tried to get up, a sudden pain flashed through his body at the action of nerves hitting against the pain, Drake sat up slowly, every movement sending waves of agony through his body. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself and assess his physical condition. He gingerly touched his forehead, feeling a hardened surface. When he pull
Drake was left alone in the room to recover, he had successfully made them think that he had lost his memory and he could remember nothing but his name; though a fact surprised him he was healing faster. 'Hey system, show me my stats' Ding![Name: Drake MichaelsonRace: Human/Carbon-based (Yellow)Model: NPC (Countdown to version 1.0 launch: 146 days 9 hours 33 minutes)Level: 30 (Has surpassed current game advancement level, can still proceed with advancement.) Main class: Engineer (Advanced)- Level 30/50 Sub-classes;Civilian: level 21Agent: level 9 (0/25,000Strength: 21Dexterity: 30Endurance: 50Intelligence: 40Mystery: 30Charm: 30Luck: 21Unassigned stats: 30Energy: 120 [Level 3]Level 1 (10) – [Strength +1, Dexterity +1, Endurance +1, Max Stamina +20]Level 2 (50) – [Strength +3, Dexterity +2, Endurance +5, Max Stamina +50]Level 3 (100) – [Strength +3, Dexterity +3, Endurance +5, Max Stamina +100]Health point: 300/400 (undergoing recovery phase)Stamina: 450/500E
It was a few hours after the chaos in the pack house that Jeanne became enraged and walked away to clear her mind when she noticed a body in the thorn garden. "Who the hell is that?! " She mouthed, getting down from where she was to take a closer look at the body, when the two men who tortured Jasmine purposefully walked past her with fake stories running from their mouths. “ She is so shameless, How can an ordinary breeder try to steal from another breeder, it's disgusting” The tall one with the name, Matt said with a surprised tone. "I am wondering where she went to hide, such a shameless girl." Jeanne listened to everything they said before calling them back. "What exactly are you talking about?, "Who is this breeder?" Asking, hoping it was Jasmine, was Jeanne's thought. With a mouthful that called attention to himself and others, the tall man was about to respond when he looked sideways and noticed Jasmine's body in the thorn garden. "What an asshole that new
Suddenly, an idea occurred to Drake. He abruptly tossed the book to a side and proceeded to stare at the gun on the guard's to waist with a blank expression.Hila frowned but did not act. Everyone looked to see what Drake was up to. Drake walked rigidly towards the guard. As if to make his intentions extremely clear, he reached out exaggeratedly for the gun.The guard instinctively drew his gun, and although Drake did not seem to have any intention of snatching it, he tightened his grip. As Drake was moving extremely slowly, the guard did not see a need to fire.“Unload the gun and let him have it.” ordered Hila. She was keen to know Drake's motives.The guard obliged and proceeded to do so.Upon receiving the gun, some information popped up on Drake's interface.«73-WASP (Small Caliber Handgun)Grade: GreyDamage: 28~35Fire rate: 1.1/sPower Output: 13Key Components: Spring, slide, firing pin, magazine (missing)»[Basic Assembly] automatically gave Drake knowledge about many types
Drake's heart sank. Brainwashing was a common method of subordination, and while in the game, a brainwashed character would simply become an ally of the faction, it was completely different now! Losing his sense of self was the worst case scenario.'No way!'The good news was that memory altering technology available on the planet was still under-developed, so the organization's method were very primitive; they made use of sensory stimuli to re-calibrate the subject. A character with at least ten points in intelligence would be immune to the effects of the brainwash.Valkyrie had already given Drake a +1 boost to the growth of potential of Endurance. Growth potential was an innate star that affected the growth rate of the affected stat. Different races had differing starting potentials in each stat, and in the entire world of Galaxy, humans generally had a mediocre growth rate. They did, however, boast the highest intelligence potential. As they also possessed the lowest Health, this
“Thank God I have a system!” Drake was ecstatic but quickly discovered that there were several irregularities.'NPC, not a player? Countdown timer? Torturous future ahead?'Drake furrowed his brows as he organized his thoughts.First of all, although he had no idea how the system had transmigrated together with him, he had to treat this world as a new reality, meaning that if he died, he could not bank on being able to respawn like in the game, he will be dead for good.Secondly, he could still access the system's interface despite being classified as an NPC. This suggested that he could still level up like a player, which was good news.Thirdly, if the countdown timer confirmed his suspicions that he had indeed traveled back in time to before the game's launch, did it mean that 'real players' will soon appear?Lastly, and most important of all, the 'torturous future ahead' meant only one thing; he was currently in grave danger!Drake felt indignant. Didn't people who transmigrated no
“Test subject number 24. The subject lasted for two minutes and forty-five seconds after the administration of Valkyrie. Time of death: 4:22AM.”'I should be the only one at home. Who's talking?'Drake opened his eyes, only to be blinded by light. The familiar hatch of his VR capsule was no longer there, instead he was facing a white ceiling. The walls that surrounded him were also white and reminiscent of cold, hard metal. They felt like something straight out out of science fiction. The room resembled an intensive care unit, and Drake lay atop a cold metal table, barrel-chested and wired to all sorts of machines. His back was freezing.Drake noticed there was a group of people in white coats surrounding him, and they were looking at him as though they had seen a ghost.'I thought I just accepted a leveling request? Where am I?'«Ding!Alpha Link System initialized. Host selected; Drake Michaelson of East View New Jersey. Welcome.»«Ding!Alpha Link System activated. Transferring unp
A bright light flashed and a humanoid figure dressed in military uniform appeared. This figure looked exactly human but a bit unrealistic. It looked human, but it wasn't human. It had an oval face, lean body and wavy hair. It's military uniform fitted his tall lean body. This was the character of Drake in the game 'Galaxy'.“Alright, the war between Germinal and the Six Nations is still ongoing. The quest states that I have to meet up an old soldier in a little bunker and obtain more information about the war from him.” Drake spoke to himself. Just as he was about to move, he heard a bang, and a red light flashed in front of him, he felt a stinging pain on his right shoulder.-48He had been been shot. He pulled his gun and turned around. Facing him were seven individuals dressed in all black, even their faces were covered with black colored masks. But he knew who theses were; The Gator Crew. This group always bullied him, both at school and even in the game.“What do you want! Tony.”
Drake plunged his knife into the Devourer's core, but it was like striking a mountain. The blade shattered, sending Drake flying across the room.The Devourer's laughter boomed. "You dare challenge me?"Arianna's voice came through the comms. "Frequency amplified! We're disrupting its energy!"Elara's eyes locked onto the Devourer. "It's working! Keep going, Arianna!"The Devourer stumbled, its power faltering. Drake took advantage of the opening."Let's end this!" Drake shouted, charging forward.The Phoenix's crew joined the fray, unleashing a fierce assault. The Devourer's defenses crumbled under the onslaught.Kael's voice, barely audible, whispered through the comms. "Drake...stop...the...Devourer..."Drake's eyes narrowed. "Kael? You're still alive?"Kael's voice grew stronger. "Use...the...Code...Drake..."Elara's eyes widened. "The Eternity Code! We can use it against the Devourer!"Arianna's fingers flew across the console. "I'm uploading the Code's data!"The Devourer's eyes
The Council led Maya to a vast, ancient chamber deep within the mothership."This is where the Trial of Worthiness will take place," Arkea explained.Drake's eyes locked onto Maya. "I don't want you to do this."Maya's determination shone. "I have to, Drake."Arianna's gaze flicked between them. "What happens during the trial?"Arkea's expression turned somber. "The trial will test Maya's courage, wisdom, and willingness to sacrifice."Elara's eyes narrowed. "What kind of challenges will she face?"Arkea's voice dropped. "That is for the trial to reveal."The Council departed, leaving Maya alone in the chamber.A low hum filled the air as the trial began.Maya stood tall, her heart pounding.Suddenly, the chamber erupted into chaos.Illusions assaulted her senses, testing her courage.Maya navigated the maze of reflections, her wits guiding her.But with each step, the challenges intensified.A figure emerged from the shadows.Kael."Welcome, Maya," Kael sneered. "I've been waiting."
The Phoenix shuddered, dodging blaster fire from the Germinal warship."Can we outrun them?" Maya asked, her eyes locked onto the viewscreen.Arianna's fingers flew across the controls. "Not forever."Drake's jaw clenched. "We need a plan."Elara's gaze turned thoughtful. "I know a hidden route through the Nebula of Erebus."Drake's eyes narrowed. "Is it safe?"Elara nodded. "Safer than facing the Germinal head-on."The Phoenix veered into the nebula, its engines straining.The Germinal warship followed, its sensors struggling to penetrate the dense gas."We're losing them," Arianna said, her voice laced with relief.But Drake's instincts screamed warning. "Don't celebrate yet."Suddenly, the nebula erupted with energy blasts."What's happening?" Maya shouted.Elara's eyes widened. "The nebula's unstable. It's going to collapse."The Phoenix careened through the chaos, narrowly avoiding destruction.As they emerged from the nebula, the Germinal warship reappeared."Victor's not giving