Shit that skill took a lot. Jules had to drag me to my dormitory, but she wondered what sort of a freak would sleep during meditation. It has it's good side but the price is very powerful. I should pick occasion to use it.
It was past three a.m. when I finally came around. She had left some snacks with a note.
You owe me big time.
she 's gonna become trouble some.
Status..
[User: Alexei Volkov]
[Profession: Bodyguard]
[Level: Intermediate]
[Nickname: None]
[Potential: Above Average]
[H.P: 80%]
[S.P: 100%]
[Strength: 800/1000]
[Agility: 1000/1000]
[Endurance: 1000/1000]
The basic starts looks definitely okay. Apart from the health, probably because of fractured time.
Mental stat
Mental Stats
[P.P: 7000/50000]
[E.P: 20000/???]
[Perception: 10/10]
[Willpower: 10/10]
[Focus: 10/10]
[Tactical Foresight: 10]
Powerpoint has gone down.
Skill.
[Skill Tab].
[User: Alexei Volkov]
[300 Skill Points Available]
[Skill unlocked: Iron Vice 3/10]
[Bodyguard Spear Technique 4/10]
[Phantom strike 5/10]
[Language Translation:-Arabic]
[Intense Tolerance]
[Cool down skill]
[Iron flex 5/10]
[Skylock Grapple 5/10]
[High Stride Jump 5/10]
[Uppercut punch 5/10]
[Bone Crusher hold]
[Evasion Mastery]
[Special Skills [Simulation & Fractured Time]
I stare at the shop tab.
Shop Tab.
[Unlocked at the Advanced Stage]
However, I really need it.
ELL.. what are the requirements for reaching the advanced level?
Entering an advanced level, a new stat will be displayed but the required stat is the user needs to accumulate 50000 power points.
Okay then, let's do it… open quest…
Initiating quest…. Level six…
Proceed….
System Quest: Operation "Dark Tower"
Difficulty: Hard
Objective: Infiltrate the three-story building, eliminate all threats, and confront the martial arts expert at the top.
Reward: 35,000 PowerPoints upon completion.
The system hums, flashing the quest details on my HUD. It was the first time a threat level was shown and I had a gun as my weapon—a Heckler & Koch USP Compact .45 Pistol. It's cold, heavy, and solid in my grip. A sense of dread settles over me as I stare at the towering building.
I take a deep breath and step forward. The building is dark and looming, its cracked exterior a forewarning of the danger inside. There's no turning back.
First Floor:
The second I step into the building, the oppressive silence presses down on me. Every creak and groan of the floorboards feels like a signal to the hidden enemies lurking in the shadows. I grip my pistol tighter, eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway.
Suddenly, the first shot rings out, barely giving me time to react. I throw myself behind a rusted pillar as bullets ricochet off the walls. Too close. I glance over the edge of the pillar, spotting three hitmen advancing toward me, their footsteps quick and precise.
I lean out and fire—two shots. One grazes a hitman's arm, making him stumble. The other hit the second man square in the chest, dropping him instantly. I duck back behind cover as the third hitman unleashes a hail of bullets, each one whizzing past me with lethal precision.
Adrenaline floods my veins. I roll out from behind the pillar, squeezing the trigger as I move. My first shot misses, but the second finds its mark, hitting the third hitman in the leg. He crumples to the ground, clutching his wound. I move swiftly, finishing him off with a shot to the head before turning to the others.
The hitman I grazed earlier has recovered, and he's fast. Before I can get a bead on him, he rushes forward, closing the distance between us. He swings the butt of his rifle toward my head, and I barely duck in time. I counter with an upward kick to his chest, throwing him off balance, then quickly pull the trigger. The bullet slams into his stomach, and he goes down hard.
Second Floor:
The stairwell is narrow and dimly lit, each step feeling like a countdown to the next fight. My shoulder aches from the last scuffle, but the system hasn't healed me this time. It's as if it wants to see how far I can go before I break.
I burst through the door onto the second floor, immediately greeted by a spray of bullets. I throw myself behind an overturned table, wincing as bullets tear through the wood. There's a team of hitmen ahead, all moving with calculated precision.
I need a better plan.
I glance around, taking stock of my surroundings. There's a stack of crates to my left and a broken window to my right. They're forcing me into a trap, trying to flank me. I fire blindly over the table, forcing them to duck back behind their cover for just a moment.
In that split second, I dart to the crates, crouching low. My breath comes fast, heart pounding as I peek around the corner. Three hitmen are advancing, their weapons trained on the table I was hiding behind moments ago. They're distracted.
I take the shot.
One hitman goes down, clutching his neck as blood pours out. The others turn toward me, eyes wide, but it's too late. I've already moved, ducking and weaving between the crates. A bullet grazes my arm, but I don't slow down. I fire again, hitting another hitman in the thigh, and he collapses with a scream.
The last one rushes me, dropping his gun and pulling a knife from his belt. He swings, but I sidestep, the blade whistling past my ear. My body moves on instinct—I grab his wrist, twisting it hard until the knife drops from his hand. Before he can react, I slam my elbow into his throat. He gasps, stumbling back, and I finish him with a shot to the chest.
I wipe the sweat from my brow, breathing hard. My body aches, but I'm still standing. Two floors down.
Third Floor: The Boss Fight
The final floor is eerily quiet, the tension suffocating. I know what's waiting for me up here—the boss. The one who's been orchestrating this whole operation. Unlike the others, he's not just a gunman. He's a master of martial arts.
The room at the end of the hall is dimly lit, its walls lined with weapons I've only seen in old training manuals. The boss steps forward from the shadows, his figure tall and imposing. He's unarmed, but my eyes stare at the bar hovering on his head. He is stronger, and then there is an alert button.
Threat level: blue
He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing through the room. "You've made it this far," he says, his voice calm, almost amused. "But it ends here."
I raise my pistol, but before I can fire, he's already moving. His speed is unreal—he's on me in a flash, kicking the gun from my hand with a swift roundhouse. The force of the blow sends me stumbling back, my heart racing.
He closes the distance again, throwing a punch that I barely manage to block. The impact numbs my arm. He follows up with a series of rapid strikes—elbows, knees, kicks—each one more powerful than the last. I'm on the defensive, dodging and blocking, but I can feel myself getting slower with every hit.
He's too fast.
He sweeps my legs out from under me, and I hit the floor hard. Pain explodes in my ribs, but I roll to the side just as his foot slams down where my head was. I scramble to my feet, breathing hard, sweat dripping into my eyes.
My pistol is across the room, but there's no way I'll make it in time. I need another plan.
Should activate Fractured time… the thought creeps in but the dude flashes again, closing the distance. He never gives me time to think.
He comes at me again, aiming a brutal punch at my chest. This time, I sidestep, grabbing his arm and using his momentum against him. I twist, pulling him off balance and throwing him to the floor. He rolls back to his feet with ease, but I'm already moving. I rush toward the wall, grabbing a pair of nunchucks from the weapon rack.
He smirks, clearly unimpressed, and charges at me again. I swing the nunchucks, but he ducks, closing the distance. He lands a solid hit to my side, but I grit my teeth and push through the pain. I spin, using the momentum of the nunchucks to catch him off guard. The metal slams into his temple, and he staggers back, blood trickling down his face.
Now's my chance.
I rush forward, swinging the nunchucks again. He tries to block, but I'm faster this time. The nunchucks connect with his ribs, and I follow up with a kick to his chest. He goes down, gasping for air.
Before he can recover, I grab my pistol from the ground. I don't hesitate. I fire once, twice, three times.
The boss collapses, his body motionless on the floor.
Quest Complete.
Reward: 35,000 PowerPoints.
Continue to the next quest.
System Quest: "Iron Fists"
Difficulty: Hard
Objective: Survive and defeat the MMA boxer.
Reward: 50,000 PowerPoints upon completion.
I step into the ring, the lights beaming down on me as the crowd roars in anticipation. In front of me stands my opponent—an MMA fighter built like a machine, his muscles rippling under the lights. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can already feel the weight of his presence.
The system displays his stats above his head—a green health bar nearly full, and an ominous name: "Iron Fists". A beast of a man with the perfect blend of speed and strength.
Threat level: Blue
Round 1:
Ding!
The bell rings, and he charges forward like a bull. His fists swing toward me with brutal force, each punch a hammer that feels like it could cave my chest in if it lands.
I dodge to the side, feeling the air whip past my face as his first punch narrowly misses. I try to counter with a jab, but he deflects it effortlessly, throwing a sharp elbow into my ribs. Pain shoots through my body, and I stagger back, barely managing to raise my guard before he's on me again.
He lands a crushing right hook to my jaw, and I'm sent sprawling into the ropes. I can taste blood in my mouth, but I shake it off, trying to get my bearings. He's not giving me any time to recover, though. He's already closing in with another flurry of punches.
I block what I can, but his strikes are too fast, too powerful. Every punch feels like a sledgehammer, and I'm struggling just to stay on my feet.
Ding!
End of Round 1: Loss.
Round 2:
Ding!
The second round begins, and I'm still trying to shake off the beating from the first. He wastes no time, rushing me again with the same aggressive style. This time, I try to keep my distance, circling him and dodging his heavy punches.
But he's faster than I expected. He cuts off my escape with a brutal leg kick, sending me off balance. Before I can recover, he follows up with a knee to the chest, knocking the wind out of me. I hit the mat hard, gasping for air.
I roll to the side, barely avoiding another stomp, and scramble to my feet. My mind is racing. I need to change tactics or I won't last another round.
But before I can adjust, he's on me again, landing a vicious uppercut that sends me crashing into the ropes once more.
The bell rings, another loss
End of Round 2: Loss.
Round 3:
Damn it!
It is infuriating but exhilarating at the same time. Am having fun
My body is aching, and every breath feels like fire in my lungs. But something's different this time. As he comes at me with another barrage of punches, I notice a slight delay in his movements. His punches aren't as fast. His attacks aren't as sharp.
Is he slowing down?
I dodge his first punch and counter with a quick jab to his ribs. It lands cleanly, and for the first time, I see his health bar dip slightly. He grunts in frustration and comes at me harder, but I'm starting to see the gaps in his defense. His speed, while still impressive, is no longer overwhelming. I manage to slip past his guard and land another punch, this time to his jaw.
His health bar drops a little more, but I'm still on the back foot. He catches me with a hook to the body that sends me stumbling, and I'm forced to go on the defensive again.
The round ends with me barely hanging on, but for the first time, I feel like I'm starting to figure him out.
End of Round 3: Loss, but with progress.
Round 4:
The fourth round begins, and I'm ready. My body is bruised and battered, but I've adjusted. His movements are slower now, his punches more predictable. I start off cautiously, but as soon as he throws a sloppy right hook, I see my opportunity.
I duck under his punch and deliver a quick combination to his body, each punch landing with precision. His health bar dips into the orange, and I can see the frustration on his face.
He throws a wild punch, but I'm ready this time. I step in, using his momentum against him, and land a solid uppercut that snaps his head back. His health bar takes a significant hit, dropping further into the orange.
He's still dangerous, though. He lands a leg kick that nearly takes me off my feet, but I recover quickly, using the ropes to steady myself. I counter with a straight right to his nose, and for the first time, I see him stagger.
End of Round 4: My first win.
Round 5:
I can feel the shift in momentum as the fifth round begins. He's still strong, but his movements are sluggish now. I'm starting to control the pace of the fight.
He comes at me with a wild haymaker, but I duck under it and counter with a flurry of punches to his ribs. His health bar drops into the red, and I can see the weariness in his eyes. He's losing steam.
I press the advantage, landing a series of quick jabs to his face. His guard is sloppy now, and I break through it easily. A right hook to his temple sends him reeling, and I follow up with a brutal knee to his midsection.
His health bar is dangerously low, but he's still standing. He swings again, slower this time, and I sidestep effortlessly, delivering a hard shot to his liver. He grunts in pain, and I can see his body start to buckle.
The bell rings just as I'm about to finish him off. One more round.
End of Round 5: Victory. His health bar is in the red.
Round 6:
This is it. The final round. His health bar is barely holding on, and I can see the exhaustion in every movement. My own body is screaming in pain, but I push through it. This is my chance.
He throws a desperate punch, but it's slow and predictable. I dodge easily, stepping in close to land a crushing blow to his ribs. He gasps for air, stumbling back, and I press the attack.
A right hook to his jaw. A left cross to his ribs. Each hit drains his health bar further. It's flashing red now, and I can see him faltering.
He swings again, but it's weak. I duck under it and deliver the final blow—a devastating uppercut that snaps his head back and sends him crashing to the mat.
His health bar empties, and the system announces my victory.
Quest Complete. Ended with a draw
Reward: 25,000 PowerPoints.