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
Faceoff? Drake was unsure.Hey System! I can't possibly defeat Isalio in a Face-off now, I'll be blown out. Drake said to the alpha link in his head.«Ding![You have to, it's a new mission.]Drake stared hard at Isalio, wondering about his strength level and stats. He could defeat others easily due to his level but not Isalio, he was a general and was probably way stronger than him and besides he was still recovering from the crash."Ah, I see you are scared" Isalio said bringing Drake back from his deep thoughts."I am no harm to you or your crew" Drake said avoiding eye contact."Who are you?" tell me who you are and I'll reconsider the faceoff, Isalio said with a stern look and not the comfortable smile he had when Drake first met him. Which organisation do you work for?"I would have told you if I knew, I honestly don't know," Drake said taking a step back. Isalio lunged forward towards Drake grabbing him roughly by his shoulder, "Who do you work for? Is it the germ org?"."Germ
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
«Ding! [Alpha link system notification][Player has gained new stats][ +5 Stealth+3 Tactical Awareness+4 Charisma+2 Adaptability+6 Endurance] These were his rewards for earning the confidence of Isalio. Drake had almost nothing to do as he lay in the room and looked up in the sky. He had no personal equipment yet, he thought to look around later or ask Isalio if he could keep any equipment of his choice. The others thought he was in his room recovering from the fight he had with Kandra. He had to spend a certain amount of time here, enough time for any weak person who just got beat up by the strongest fighter. 'Oh damnit!' he groaned and shot up from the bed, he didn't have this kind of time to sit down. He needed to level up!A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He straightened up, instinctively reaching for the knife he kept under his pillow, but relaxed slightly when he remembered that he was in a safe place. "Drake? It's Maya. Can I come in?" Who wa
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
Maya, still awestruck by the speed and skill with which Drake had crafted the Energy Blade, couldn't wait to show Isalio. She knew that this level of expertise could be a game-changer for their organization. "Wait a moment while I go get sir Isalio.” Without hesitation, she ran out of the room."Isalio, you need to see this," Maya said, her voice barely containing her excitement. "Drake has done something incredible in the old storage room, come with me."There was a brief pause before Isalio's voice crackled. "Lead the way."Within minutes, Isalio and Maya appeared at the doorway of the unused room. His eyes narrowed as he took in the clutter and disrepair of the space, it brought back memories to him, his brother used to sit in the middle of this same room; fixing machines until he was taken away from him, and he fisted his palms at the thought. Maya motioned for him to come closer, leading him to where Drake stood, the Energy Blade still glowing faintly in his hand."Drake, show h
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