Chapter 11: Destiny is in My Hands
"Gwen?"
"Locke, aren't you at home?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"My mother asked me to bring you something and said thank you. When will you be back? Or you can tell me the address and I'll come over."
"...Don't."
"No, if you don't tell me, I'll have my dad locate your phone."
"...I'll be there in half an hour."
"Good!"
At the entrance of Star Building, Gwen held two insulated boxes and put away her phone, her face lighting up with a warm smile.
Meanwhile, in the countryside of New Jersey...
Locke put away his phone with a sigh and shook his head.
Next to him stood a shivering taxi driver.
Locke turned to look at him and sighed again.
I wanted to check the information...
Never mind.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
In a small alley, Locke, now wearing sunglasses, walked out of the taxi and into a building. After a while, Locke, now without the sunglasses, pushed a few boxes of purchased items back to his car.
Soon after, the Audi R8 was on the road. As he left the supermarket, a police car with its sirens blaring passed by Locke's car, heading towards the unmonitored alley where the taxi was parked.
Twenty minutes later, Locke lowered the car window and saw Gwen wearing a cute plush hat at the entrance of the Star Building.
"Gwen."
Gwen looked back.
A few minutes later, Locke, now holding the dessert that Gwen's mother Helen had made to express her gratitude, returned to the twenty-eighth floor of the Star Building.
"Boom!"
Locke took out a wine glass, added two ice cubes from the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of bourbon, took a sip, and his eyes flickered slightly.
"System!"
"Ding!"
**Status:**
- **Name:** Locke Broughton (sole player)
- **Achievement Points:** 300 (usable in the Achievement Mall)
- **Potential Points:** 4300 (usable to upgrade own skills)
- **Talent:** Tenacity (Level 3) - Your physical fitness and recovery ability are greatly improved.
- **Common Skills:** Driving (beginner), English (ninth grade), History (ninth grade), Mathematics (ninth grade), Chemistry (ninth grade), Shooting (intermediate), Sniper (advanced)...
- **Extraordinary Skill:** Spear Throwing (Blue Quality) Intermediate - Ordinary marksmanship, straight and direct, but deadly.
**Current Mission: My Fate is Up to Me (in progress)**
Originally, he had 2800 achievement points. The chemistry class gave him 500, and then he received 1000 for the prerequisite task of his life, plus a treasure refresh coupon.
The result...
Once refreshed, the 50,000 advanced rubbing cards were 5,000 off.
Gee.
I am too extravagant.
Forget it. When I meet the ancient one, it'll be good to use. At worst, I can copy a mirror magic.
Also, I thought I was saving up to buy the Sun God.
Save your ass.
Locke's mouth twitched, looking at the achievement points that had shrunk from four digits to three, feeling distressed.
But...
Never mind.
This is a necessary investment.
To develop a game, you can't do it all at once unless you use a lot of money.
But...
This game doesn't have any recharge channels; it's self-produced and sold. It's definitely not a game produced by big companies.
Luckily, there are nearly 4000 potential points.
"System, how many potential points do I need to upgrade 'Spear Throwing'?"
"To upgrade spear throwing to advanced, 10,000 potential points are needed. Confirm upgrade?"
"Confirm... Confirm a ghost!"
"I really am a poor man."
Locke thought about his current savings and seriously doubted whether he would have enough achievement points to buy the Sun God when he was in his seventies or eighties.
Everything costs money.
Special.
Where am I going to make waves?
Wait.
Is it a big deal to go directly to the textile factory?
Locke raised his eyebrows.
He originally wanted the taxi driver to lead him all the way to the textile factory.
Locke takes revenge, never overnight.
Originally, he was thinking of taking his time in New York, at least to stand firm and move slowly.
But...
The idea is good, but the reality is cruel.
His name appeared on the Destiny Textile Machine.
Special.
If you hang sheep's head and sell dog meat, you might as well sell low, like a bitch, standing up and down.
Ah.
Locke shook his head speechlessly, thinking of the old man's complexion, and secretly said that if it was black, it wouldn't be surprising.
At the same time, Locke knew what happened to his car from the killer intern.
Mr. Y had been tracking down the cross since Mr. X's death.
Mr. Y is dead.
Obviously, the cross did it.
As for why it fell from the sky, there is no doubt that the cross must have thrown Mr. Y from the plane, and then, by coincidence, it directly hit Locke's Audi R8.
MMP.
Locke drank the bourbon in the cup. "System, does the textile factory have no tasks with so many killers?"
"Ding!"
"Generating task."
**Mission: Destiny is Mine!**
- **Basic Rewards:** Achievement Points*200, Potential Points*200, Treasure Refresh Tickets*1
- **Mission Description:** "You are a player; destiny is yours. They don't know. Go and tell them!"
- **Mission Note:** "During the mission, any enemy faction destroyed will receive basic rewards!"
- **Mission Note 2:** "Take the opportunity. Tell them that players only care about rewards, not other things. As long as there are enough rewards, even gods will show you!"
- **Mission Note 3:** Story-based missions: the bigger the scene, the bigger the bonus!
"The reward for the mission (My Fate is Beyond My Control) is still being settled!"
"..."
Locke: "System, I love you."
System: "..."
Locke was a little excited.
Good guy.
What do you want?
But...
Why did he instigate the system to create a mission when he left Texas, and when he slaughtered the gang, there was no response at all?
Never mind.
Locke shook his head; those were no longer important.
What matters is this wave.
Steady!
How many killers are there in the Brotherhood?
If you count him, a hundred—one person is 200 achievement points, and a hundred is 20,000.
And...
There should be more than 100 people in the textile factory.
At least 150.
Locke had seen the registration information on the textile factory, which stated that the number of employees was 167.
Really.
I know that New York is a big city, and although the risks are great, there are also many opportunities.
Locke opened the snack made by Gwen's mother Helen, took a bite, and stared at the sky outside the balcony.
High winds set fire to the sky!
The dark moon kills the night.
This wave...
Must win!