July 24, 2020
Despite all this, in a house devoid of any furniture and living utensils, we could see a middle-aged man sitting at a computer.
"Great! .. I'll finally finish this damn game!"
A message from the final mission is displayed on his computer screen.
[Kill the Lord of the Eternal Abyss]
This was a very famous MMORPG game.
"HUMAN SURVIVAL"
Although the title sounded very lame, it was a very good game, but that was not what made it famous, no... Rather what made it famous was that it was a very addictive and very troll game.
It was a game in which the player had only one life.
That's just one life!
Anyway, it was a shitty game, without reviving or opening another account, the game would not allow you to get another character.
There are many people who made their theory about the engineers whose programming allowed to detect the player, many even wanted to hack the game.
But it all ended in vain, the story, graphics, controls, everything in this game was very amazing, it left other MMORPG games behind.
However, because the player only had one life, it caused millions of players to curse the creators.
But none of this matters to the middle-aged man.
Since he is the last player still playing the one life shitty game even though I sacrifice millions of players and NPCs.
The final mission is about to end
"No no no!"
Suddenly a message appeared on his screen
[You are dead]
"Shit!"
He quickly tried to detect and try to replay the game, but to no avail.
"What a fucking game!... how come this company doesn't go bankrupt?"
Yes, it was a shitty game, but a very good shitty game, he had to admit, after playing it for 3 years, every day, every mission was unique, with impeccable story and graphics, so much so that once he believed that he was the character and he is in a life and death struggle, making his blood boil.
"Ha" Heaving a sigh, the middle-aged man closed his eyes, although he was angry at the loss of his character, he was actually just playing it out of boredom.
*Ring
As he wondered what to do today, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
"Who is it?"
"I have a job"
Just with these words the middle-aged man smiled, at least there was a place to release some of his resentment.
"Good"
After spending 20 years as a freelance assassin, he no longer sees his job as a curse, rather now what seems like one more job to be found in the world.
Although I've been in the business for 20 years, it was strange, even he himself believed it, since most of them are dead or have already retired.
Due to the dangers that most of them bring, they do not spend more than 5 years being a murderer, most die or are betrayed.
By sheer luck he has lived more than 20 years in the trade.
Maybe it's his good karma?
Although he is a murderer, he was not a man of stone, he was always determined that good deeds bring good benefits, with that in mind he donated half of his land to orphanages or animal rescue, he was determined that with that his sins at least successfully relieved a bit, he never succeeded in donating to a church since as a murderer he has seen something more than a common person so he decided to help in another way, but like every murderer, the day to die has come.
Although the mission was run-of-the-mill, it ultimately resulted in a trap by his enemy.
Being surrounded by several snipers, the man remained silent, throwing the cigarette to the ground, looking up at the sky
"Shoot!"
*Bang, bang*
After some explosions, he was on the ground still looking up at the sky, he did not resist since it was an inevitable day that he had to face.
"At the very least, I would have liked to have finished that fucking game." Muttering those words, the middle-aged man closed his eyes.
"THAT DAMNED WAS FINALLY DIED!"
Seeing the middle-aged man fall to the ground, one of the snipers closed in on the now immobile body.
"HAHAHA, HE'S DEAD!"
Her body trembled with joy at seeing his worst enemy on the ground, but her happiness didn't last long.
*Tick, tock*
A slight clock sound came from the middle man's body, causing the sniper's smile to freeze.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING GAMMAAAAA!"
*BOOM*
After screaming at the top of their lungs, what was heard was the activation of a bomb and its explosion demolished the building where they were.
If the middle-aged man's name was Gamma Sprout, a murderer and also a cursed one, who didn't mind implanting a bomb in his body that would explode when his heart exploded, then he was a bastard who didn't mind taking his enemy. to the grave with him.