The unexpected situations!
"Where is the god damm system ?"
Jake Crawford swore in panic and when he looked at his surroundings he was alarmed to find out that everything was changed!
This wasn't what he thought!
"This ...what the hell is this place ?"
Jake Crawford found himself standing in the midst of a war-torn landscape, transported to a 90s military battleground.
The acrid smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, and the once vibrant colors of the surroundings had faded into various shades of grey and brown. Crumbling buildings bore the scars of countless battles, and the distant sounds of gunfire created an ominous symphony.
He looked down at himself, realizing that his attire had transformed to fit the era – rugged military boots, camouflage pants, and a worn-out olive green jacket. Strapped across his chest was a vintage ammo belt, and a weathered helmet adorned his head. The sudden change in clothing felt surreal, as if he had stepped into a bygone era
'Wasn't my first game is in a island? Then what the hell is this place?'
He was began to panic ! That's not how he planned, it all became useless now .
"System ? .... Earth support system helpline? ....Hello ? System ?"
He began to act weird and his heart began to race faster but suddenly a sound was heard and soon a transparent module appeared in front of him .
Only he can see his system and likewise he can't see others ! That's how it all works.
Ding !
[ Player #307890567 Please input your name !]
Seeing this he finally breathed out in relief!
"That almost gave him a heartattack!"
He took a deep breath and inputted his original name .
[ Welcome to the death game ! Jake Crawford! ]
[Ding ! Please go through the mission -]
He closed the tab since he already knew how the system works .
Clicking on the mission tab ! He began to read his first game mission.
[ The War for the land !
Story :- You are currently in war against the enemies but your side is currently on verge of losing . Since you are the trusted man of the general , he gives you a task to bring the reinforcement from the north camp but in the middle of your retreat, you were ambushed by the enemy and currently you were being pursued by them .
Main mission : Survive 1 week in the battlefield.
Sub mission 1 : bring back reinforcement to support your team !
Reward : 50 EXP
Failing the sub mission will leads to penalty and failing the main mission means failing the scenario and failing the main mission will result in death ! ]
If there is a Penalty then whatever the reward he will receive, the system will take 15 percentage of the total rewards and the more penalty then the more percentage it will deduct from the player .
" System show my status ."
[ Player : Jake Crawford
LEVEL : 0
Strength : 10
Defence : 10
Stamina : 10
Skills : (locked )
Abilities: (locked) ]
Looking at the stats , he didn't find anything special so he moved to the inventory options.
[Inventory: 1x Quest letter ! 2 x mold bread , 1 x drinking water , damaged Colt gun ]
He narrowed his eyes and clicked on the damaged Colt gun .
[ Colt gun (Damaged) : Has a capacity of 6 bullets and low penetrating power with low durability.
Remarks: Unable to use until its repaired from the weaponsmith ]
"Atleast better than having nothing!"
He thought while gritting his teeth until suddenly he heard a footsteps sounds coming behind him .
"Not good !"
He immediately thought in his mind .
The game has already began !
......
Step ! Step !
As Jake tried to make sense of his surroundings, the distant echoes of footsteps reached his ears.
He immediately crouched behind a dilapidated wall, instinctively seeking cover. The footsteps drew nearer, and he peered cautiously around the corner, surveying the desolate warzone.
The landscape was dotted with abandoned military vehicles, their tires worn and engines silent. Patches of overgrown grass struggled to thrive amidst the destruction. The once-blue sky now hung heavy with dark clouds, reflecting the turmoil of the battlefield.
His olive green jacket blended with the muted tones of the environment, providing some semblance of camouflage. The military boots, though worn, offered a sense of stability on the uneven terrain. A vintage dog tag hung around his neck, a tangible reminder of the era he now found himself in.
After a few seconds the enemies came into his view – soldiers clad in tattered camouflage uniforms, their faces obscured by grim determination.
They moved with calculated precision, navigating the warzone as if they were part of a well-choreographed dance. Each carried an assortment of weapons – rifles slung across their shoulders, and worn-out grenades dangling from their belts.
These were not ordinary enemies; they were remnants of a time when conflicts were fought with grit and determination. The wrinkles on their faces told stories of battles long past, etched into the lines of their weathered expressions. Their eyes, however, burned with an unwavering intensity, a testament to the survival instinct that had carried them through the ravages of war.
As Jake observed from his concealed vantage point, he realized that these soldiers were not mere NPC in a game. They were seasoned warriors, each with a unique story etched into the fabric of their existence. The weight of the scenario pressed upon him, and he knew that navigating this battlefield required more than just physical prowess.
The footsteps drew nearer, and Jake's heart raced. His mind raced through the tactics he had learned from his previous experiences in the devil's game.
His experience automatically kicked in and he easily hid himself from their views .
The enemies, unaware of his presence, looked around for a moment before rushing ahead while talking to themselves. Since he was far from them and with all the background sounds made him difficult to understand their words .
Soon they left from there and Jake Crawford didn't leave his hiding place until few minutes passed , then only he came out with solem look.
"It seems I have to be very careful now !"
To be continued.....