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
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
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
A bright light flashed and a humanoid figure dressed in a 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. Its military uniform fitted his tall lean body. This was the character of Drake in the game 'Galaxy'.“Alright, the war between Germany and the Six Nations is still ongoing. The quest states that I have to meet up with 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 shot. He pulled his gun and turned around. Facing him were seven individuals dressed in all black, even their faces were covered with black-coloured masks. But he knew who these were; The Gator Crew. This group always bullied him, both at school and even in the game.“What do you want? Tony.”
“Test subject number 24. The subject lasted for two minutes and forty-five seconds after the administration of Valkyrie. Time of death: 4:22 AM.”'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 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 levelling 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 unpa
“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
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 methods 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 brainwashing.Valkyrie had already given Drake a +1 boost to the growth of the 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 Healt
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