One day, a number of armored guards came to the tuning room to move a large portion of Drake's resources away. As Drake watched them quietly, a person walked up to him.
“You have let the organization down. From today onward, your resources will be cut by eighty percent.” the person who spoke to Drake was test subject number 'One'.
“I heard that you're my predecessor. With so many resources, is all you can make garbage like this? You are a failure, and I have been chosen to replace you.”
For some reason, the sight of Drake irked number One. Drake remained silent.
The organization prioritized results. Since Drake was not giving them results, he was stripped of his privileges. They planned to devote their resources to grooming the more promising no One.
As the research lab did not have any maintenance personnel for machinery, Drake still got to keep the tuning room for himself. He was now assigned to perform maintenance and repairs.
“Tsk tsk, sad rats.”
A few guards who saw the pair began to converse among themselves.
“Brainwashed lab rats. Fated to be sacrificed.”
“I would rather die than end up like that.”
“Shh, they can hear us.”
“It doesn't matter, does it? They've already been brainwashed anyway.”
To them, test subjects were less than animals.
Drake walked away silently.
*
A few months passed
In this period of time, Drake managed to figure out the layout of the entire facility and the routines of the staff.
The Valkyrie Laboratory, commanded by Hila, was an underground facility that comprised of three floors. Because it was a secret base, it wasn't built to be very big, and was concealed within an uninhibited forest. Its supplies were delivered by airdrops.
A total of sixty armored guards patrolled the facility. Every now and then, the organization would send a batch of test subjects who had had their memories wiped for experimentation. Although there was a dozen or so other Laboratories, this base was the main one. After Drake and number One, the Germinal Organization had managed to produce another seventy six successful test subjects.
While most of them had already been transferred to other facilities, number One and nine other exceptional test subjects were chosen to form a squad, and they were still awaiting orders here.
Drake had gotten accustomed to his life here. Aside from training, he spent all his time working with machines in the tuning room. The room had become a haven of sorts for him. The guards gradually began to ignore his presence and when he passed by, they would simply gloss over him as though he were invisible. This was extremely advantageous to Drake, who was tirelessly gaining as much experience as he could whilst he plotted his escape. He also tried to memorize as many blueprints as he could.
The experience that assembly and enhancement rewarded him were separate. When Drake could no longer gain experience from assembling a certain machine. He would proceed to work on enhancing it. He was always careful to revert the machinery back to its original state after enhancing so as to keep his abilities a secret.
After many hours of training, Drake also managed to master the two skills of [Basic Combat] and [Basic Shooting] and unexpectedly unlocked a passive ability called [Grinder], which gave him +100 Health. He also unlocked the sub class of [Agent], and was now at a character level of 4.
After his continued efforts, [Basic Assembly] and [Basic Enhancement] reached level 4, while [Basic Combat] and [Basic Shooting] reached level 2.
Mechanic required substantial amounts of resources and currency for growth, and while this would normally be a limitation to his class, Drake had access to free materials from the organization. He had used up almost ninety percent of the machines in the armory, accumulating a total of six hundred thousand experience points. Without monsters or missions, only Mechanics could earn so much experience in such a short amount of time.
*
“Give Doctor Calebite the green light. He has asked repeatedly. He may dissect Zero.” ordered the Boss over the line.
Hila frowned.
“You rejected him repeatedly.” she pointed out.
“The organization has devoted so much resources to him already. We must gain something in return.” said the Boss plainly.
“The only worth that trash has is in being recycled. That, my dear Hila, is Zero's fate.” the Boss added.
“Understood.” Hila bit her lips as she replied.
“What are the results of number One and his team's training?” continued the Boss.
“Very promising. I see potential in them.”
“Very good. Send them to the Night Owl base for training, I have received them. They will arrive in two or three days.”
“That's the day I visit my sister.”
“You don't need to follow them.”
“Alright.”
*
“Ha!” cried out Hila as her bullet-like fist connected onto Drake's chest.
Drake endured the pain of the blow to grab Hila by her collar. With a mighty twist, he threw Hila over his shoulder. However it was ineffective. Hila effortlessly nullified the shoulder throw by performing a flip.
Drake paused to rub his chest.
“Is that all that you are capable of?” Hila was visibly upset. Drake remained silent. He had expected the organization to have given up on him with what little progress he had shown, but for the past six months, Hila had dutifully trained with him every single day. For some reason, though, she was going especially hard on him today. Although Hila was the commander of this base, she did not have much work to do. Training Drake was actually one of the few things that she had to look forward to. When she learnt of the Boss's intention to hand him over to Doctor Calebite, it had upset her. Although they had never actually conversed before, it was six months of accompaniment regardless. A person could even develop feelings for an object if he or she spent that much time with it! Perhaps, due to having grown used to seeing Drake everyday, Hila was a bit reluctant to hand him over.
'How many times has it been?' she wondered
'All those people, all those faces..' she felt the organization's cruel methods had not only caused her to lose many of her friends – she had also lost her sister. The reason she had pushed Drake harder today was to try and stimulate him. She had hoped to be able to draw out any latent talent in him. However, it had clearly been too much to ask for.
“The Boss has approved of Doctor Calebite's request to dissect you..” she sighed. Strictly speaking, this was the first time she had ever spoken of anything outside of training to Drake.
'Finally!' Drake's eyes flashed.
Although Drake had been anticipating this from the moment he decided to lie low, he did not regret doing so – his background made it impossible for him to rise up through the ranks, which meant that he would only be able to continue on as a henchman. Either way, Drake did not have wish to work for the organization.
Suddenly, Drake noticed a photograph on the ground. It seemed to have fallen out of Hila's pocket during their fight. Drake bent down to pick it up. It was a group photo set in front of a vast, blue sea that was basking under the setting sun. Two girls stood side by side in the center. One of them was Hila, who was smiling radiantly. The other girl had snow-white hair and seemed to resemble Hila somewhat. She looked both clever and gentle.
Hila's face changed upon realizing that she had dropped the photo. She immediately bent down to snatch it. When she saw that she was undamaged, she let out a sigh of relief. As she pocketed it, she took a final, probing look at Drake before turning around to leave.
The interface suddenly lit up with a message.
«Ding!
You have initiated a D-Class Quest: [Night Owl Plans]
Accept / Decline»
Drake's eyes lit up.
'My very first mission in six months!'
“Accept!”
«Ding!
Quest Synopsis: The dark and blood-stained advent of the Germinal Organization has always been a great mystery to the Six Nations of Planet Aquamarine. Hila has a secret past that no one knows about. Where do her loyalties truly lie? You now hold one of the clues to this mystery. Will you seek to uncover the truth?
(You may choose to pass this clue on to someone else for a small reward.)»
The quest had been obviously initiated by the photo.
Drake knew who the white-haired girl was. She was none other than Hila's younger sister, Aurora. While the sisters both possessed superhuman abilities, their abilities were of two extremes.Aurora's blood possessed mysterious healing properties that could extend life or even bring back the dead. She had been brainwashed and was now being controlled by the Germinal Organization. Not only were they taking advantage of her powers, but they were also using her as leverage to make Hila do their bidding.Hila only cared for one person, and that was Aurora. The girl war between the six countries and the Germinal Organization reached a climax after Version 1.0. As a last resort, the Germinal Organization used Aurora's flesh and blood to create an endless supply of miracle drugs that won them the war. Hila, who had been at the front lines at the time, only learnt of what had happened a few months later. Losing her sister tore her apart, and the Germinal Organization took advantage of her momen
The Valkyrie lab was hidden underneath an abandoned farm situated within an extremely large forest. The farm itself was enclosed by a tall electrical fence.A Black Harrier helicopter descended on the abandoned farm. Six fully equipped agents dressed in black emerged from the aircraft.“I am the captain of Night Owl Squad three, Silver Blade. I've come under orders to transport the Valkyrie Squad.” introduced the stone-faced captain.“Stop wasting my time.” replied an irritated Hila as she fixed her tousled hair.“There are vehicles in the hangar, I will take the helicopter,” she added.Number One, who had been chosen to lead the Valkyrie squad, stepped forward.“Test subject number One greets officer!” he greeted with a military salute.“Follow us.”“Yes Sir!”As Hila hopped on the helicopter, she frowned.“Strange.. it feels like I've forgotten something.*Machinery tuning room.Drake was almost done with crafting the Lightweight Mechanical Arm. It had proven harder to craft than e
'Well this is awkward. Should I just pretend like nothing happened and step out?' wondered Drake.Drake did not have anything in particular against any group of people. He respected people's hobbies and interests. These two before him were simply two lonely hearts who might have fallen in love with each other but had no place to release their pent up carnal desire for each other.Although Drake's mind was filled with such thoughts, his body was quick to act. Reversing his grip on his knife. He rushed forward to attack the closer guard.. the female. The guard was unable to react in time, and as she fumbled to draw her gun, Drake went for the kill. Unfortunately, the second guard kicked her to safety. Drake's surprise attack had failed, but he was not disheartened. Twirling his knife in his hand, he switched back to a standard grip and stabbed the second guard in his abdomen, followed by striking his neck with his free hand. The guard collapsed to the ground.. lifeless.«Ding!Overwhelm
Drake kicked Doctor Calebite's lifeless body and spat. " Yoh, mahn...do you like that? I guess you belong to the underworld anyway. All you know is wriggle your way through human brains. Ass hole!"As he walked past the lab where Doctor Calebite's body lay, his interface blinked.[Undiagnosed figure approaching. Kindly stay on guard]He pressed a button on his Mecha arm summoning a sharp blade to sprout immediately.> [You have activated a new mode. Will you like to continue? Y/N]" Fucking yes!" Drake screamed. The interface blinked again. It showed a red light. Drake pressed again and again. " Holy shit! What's wrong with you man? I need to get away before those dimwits show up again"[Ding!][System is running low. Current percentage is 5%. Kindly recharge to continue quest][Ding!][System is 4%. To function properly, you need to recharge] Drake kept pressing the button. He rushed to through the many doors that led to the main exit from the facility and got on to the
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