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 moment of weakness to capture and imprison her.
After her escape, she became cold-blooded and ruthless, going so far as to sacrifice countless lives to awaken her latent powers. She turned to the dark side and stopped at nothing to gain power, eventually coming to be known as the 'Goddess of Death' whose very name spread fear throughout the shattered Belt.
Although the present Hila was cold, compared to the future Goddess of Death who wielded the power to wipe out entire civilizations, the current her is a billion times nicer. If he had the chance, Drake would do his best to alter her tragic fate – not out of pity, but to prevent her from destroying the planet that he was now currently inhabiting. This way he could save his life as well. However, he was still far too weak to do anything. Escaping the base was his primary goal.
Drake knew from Hila's routine for the past six months that she would leave the lab in two days.
'That would be the perfect chance'
*
Drake returned to the tuning room and summoned the Alpha Link system. He currently possessed two sub-classes, and one main class: Civilian, Agent, and Mechanic (Novice).
Of the five main classes, Technical Creators were weaker in the early stages of the game. They were also more intended to be a support class early on. In version 3.0, however, they would receive new talents that greatly buffed their combat capabilities to become one of the more popular classes.
Drake contemplated for a moment before dumping all the experience he could into [Mechanic], initializing a levelling frenzy.
«Ding!
The engineer (Novice) has been raised to Level 3
+10 Energy, +1 Intelligence, +1 Endurance
+2 unassigned stat points
+1 talent point
Engineer (Novice) has been raised to Level 10 (Max)
+30 Energy, +1 Intelligence, +1 Endurance
+2 unassigned stat points
+1 talent point»
It took a hundred and thirty thousand experience points to level from Level 2 Technical Creation (Novice) to Level 10. As a result, Drake gained 8 Endurance, 8 Intelligence, 100 Energy, 16 stat points, 8 talent points, and was now at level 12.
It was usually more cost-effective to raise the level of the main class first as it gave more Energy.
As Drake did not meet the requirement for class advancement yet, he could not level [Mechanic] up any further. Most classes have a starting level cap of level 10 that can only be exceeded after performing an advancement.
Drake continued to use eighty thousand experience points to level up [Agent] to level 9. He gained +12 Strength, +9 Dexterity, +3 Charm, 9 talent points, and 9 points of unassigned stats from this, and hit Lv 20.
While a character could have any number of classes, Level 20 was the maximum character level before completing the special advancement mission. In the game, the maximum level was usually raised every major update. In Version 1.0, it was level 60.
Drake discovered an anomaly! His system did not display a maximum level! This could mean that he was allowed to exceed the limits of a regular character!
«Ding!
Level 20 Advancement Mission: Learn an advanced Technical skill.»
As one of the requirements for learning an advanced Technical skill was to gain advanced knowledge, Drake had no way to proceed with the advancement.
He used another one hundred and fifty thousand experience points to raise [Basic Assembly] and [Basic Enhancement] to their level 10 each, thereby gaining two talent points.
He then used ten thousand experience points to raise the level of his [Machinery Affinity (Novice)] to level 3.
After some calculations, Drake proceeded to use sixty thousand experience points to reach level six in both [Basic Combat] and [Basic Shooting], and this unlocked [Grappling] and [Precise Aim].
He intended to use the remaining one hundred and seventy thousand experience points to do some blueprint gambling.
Blueprints were an important feature of the Mechanic class. The first method of obtaining them would be through levelling talents. The second method would be through completing missions – some missions rewarded blueprints. The third way was through performing reverse engineering, done by disassembling machinery. However, only top of certain conditions and requirements, this method expended experience points. The fourth way, and most important one, was through the combining of talents. This method also expended experience points.
Drake proceeded to pick out two books from the shelf before summoning the system.
«Use 1 talent point to unlock the Weaponry branch talent: [Basic Mechanical Engineering]. Y/N
Use 1 talent point to unlock the Weaponry branch talent: [Basic Bio-engineering ]. Y/N»
“Confirm!”
A large amount of information related to these two talents began to be transmitted into Drake's brain, causing him some discomfort. This continued for ten minutes.
«Proceed with talent combination of [Level 2 Basic Mechanical Engineering] and [Level 2 Basic Bio-engineering].
10,000 experience points will be used.»
“Yes!”
Drake's vision whirled momentarily as a new blueprint appeared before him.
«Ding!
Success! Congratulations on discovering [Sky Swallow Glider]»
'Not this one!' Drake clenched his fists
'Continue'
«20,000 experience points will be used.»
“Yes, yes!”
«Ding!
Success! Congratulations on discovering [Bionic Limb]!»
'Damn it! This is the worst one
“Again!” Drake said through clenched teeth.
«40,000 experience points will be used.»
“Do it and don't fuck up this time.”
«Ding!
Success! Congratulations on discovering [Lightweight Mechanical Arm]!»
'Eureka! This is it!' Drake slammed the table excitedly.
'Hahahaha! Lightweight Mechanical Arm.. this is exactly what I was hoping for!'
Half a year of hard work almost went down the drain.
«Ding!
Name: Drake Michaelson
Race: Human/Carbon-based (Yellow)
Model: NPC (Countdown to version 1.0 launch: 182 days 8 hours 23 minutes)
Level: 20 (Can proceed to with advancement)
Main class: Engineer (Novice) – Level 10/10 (Can proceed with advancement)
Sub-classes:
Civilian: level 1
Agent: level 9 (0/25,000)
Strength: 21
Dexterity: 17
Endurance: 22
Intelligence: 15
Mystery: 1
Charm: 5
Luck: 1
Unassigned stats: 27
Energy: 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: 320/320
Stamina: 434/434
Energy Rank: 48~55
Grade: F (Mortal)
[System's remark: To the weakest superhuman. you are a slightly huge ant!]
Stamina: 36/36
Abilities: Concentration (+10 to learning and crafting speed), Lesser Willpower (+3 to focus), Grinder (+100 health)
Skills: Mechanic (Novice)
Novice Mechanical Affinity – level 3
[Basic Maintenance] Level 10 (max)
[Basic Enhancement] Level 10 (max)
Blueprint: Cloud Sparrow Glider: Level 1 (0/5,000)
Blueprint: Bionic Limb: Level 1 (0/2,000)
Blueprint: Lightweight Mechanical Arm: Level 1 (0/10,000)
[Agent]
Basic Combat: Level 6 (0/16,000) +6% damage when unarmed.
Basic Shooting: Level 6 (0/16,000) +6% Accuracy
Grappling: Level 1 (0/3,000) +3% parry, +2% damage when unarmed
Precise Aim: Level 1 (0/3,000) +3% Accuracy, +2% Ranged damage
Class Talents:
Arms Basic Assembly Level 1 (0/1),
Basic Mechanical Engineering Level 2 (0/1)
Basic Bio-engineering Level 2 (0/1)
(17 talents not learnt)
Energy (20 talents not learnt), Control (20 talents not learnt)
Influence: 0
Legend: 0
Equipment: None
[System's conclusive remark: On the right track. I suggest you speed things up, there's not much time!]»
In one shot, Drake was able to reach level 20 and significantly boost his combat ability.
He spent 5 of his 27 unassigned stat points to raise his Intelligence to 20, fulfilling the prerequisite to craft the Lightweight Mechanical Arm.
Now, he had one thing left to do: Suit up!
Drake grinned as he looked at the spare parts scattered all across the floor.
'I will show you the same horror Tony Stark showed the ten rings when he was held against his will and allowed to build a suit of armour!'
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
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