*** Reaper's POV ***
I stood trying to process the shock of what happened a few minutes ago. The boy had some nerve.
" Axel? What is the name of that player?" I demanded. " Retrieving data… data retrieval complete, player name: Recoil, Rank: C ( Amateur I)..." Axel's voice resonated.
" Recoil, that… sounds strangely familiar" I mused. He apparently has had a vendetta with me earlier.
As I stood there, a slow smile spread across my face. It wasn't often that I encountered someone who didn't cower in fear at the mention of my name. Recoil's audacity was... refreshing. And that vendetta of his? It was almost... flattering. I couldn't wait to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.
Now I'm not gonna lie I've brought about the down fall of multiple players over the years.
I navigated through the war-torn landscape, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of the quest card. The battlefield was a mess of chaos and destruction, with players and Zexils clashing in every direction.
As I dodged and weaved through the mayhem, I spotted a lone player making a break for the card. He obviously was a rookie, judging by his hesitant movements and poorly equipped gear. I smiled to myself, recognizing the perfect opportunity to strike.
I closed in on the player, my movements swift and silent. The player was too focused on the card to notice me approaching, and I took advantage of his distraction. With lightning-fast reflexes, I snatched the card from the player's grasp, leaving them stunned and confused.
The player spun around, eyes wide with shock and anger. "Hey, that's mine!" He shouted, but I just chuckled and tucked the card into my inventory.
"Quest card acquired," Axel's voice echoed in my earpiece, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
I glanced over at the player, who was now standing there, looking defeated and frustrated. I felt a pang of amusement at their misfortune, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of focus. I had what I came for, and now it was time to get out of there.
***
Recoil as on a chair Maverick drew out for him. He checked out the leaderboard for his team's name and saw it boldly written in the second position.
** Leader board **
Void squadron ( guild) pts: 5
Silver Syndicate (guild). Pts: 4
Reaper ( lone player) pts: 3
3. Maelstrom marauders
( Guild) pts: 3
…
"You must be feeling excited right? You're number two in the leaderboard ladder" Maverick inquired.
" Nah! I'm just happy I made it out with no casualties" Recoil sighed. " Done any races recently?" Maverick inquired.
" Not really, I'm doing a little refit on me car so it's not ready yet" he replied.
" Okay, I need your help with an errand. Some miscreants burgled my store and stole my cash I've found out who they are but I need you to help me send them message" Maverick said with a malicious smile that left nothing to the imagination.
Recoil frowned and leaned forward. " Wait are these players or NPCs". " They're a group of players" his mentor clarified and Recoil visibly blanched.
" Oh no I didn't mean for you to kill them considering the fact that they're gonna die in real time. I just want you to send them a message" Maverick said.
Recoil gave a sigh of relief. " But why would anyone rob you?". " I don't know, now are you doing it or not?"
*Recoil's POV:*
I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on the leaderboard. Second place was a decent start, but I knew I had a long way to go. Maverick's request had thrown me off guard, but I was determined to help him. I just hoped it wouldn't put me in the crosshairs of those players.
I checked my stats when I received a new Notification.
Name: Recoil Coins: 28350
Height: 6 feet 1inch
Rank: C {Amateur I} XP: 165/400
HP: 300/300 MP: 200/200
Strength: 55. Accuracy%: 45
Stamina: 40. Agility: 30
Luck: 30 Available stats point: 40. Available skill points: 10
**Weapons**
–Backpack capacity–: 4/10
Dual Glock 19cc { -75 points damage,clip size: 9, reload time:15secs, range: 100 metres}
Remington shotgun LV2{ -90 points damage, clip size: 9, reload time:25secs, range: 97 metres}
Saber blade XR { -36 points damage}
Phantom fang { -130 points damage, critical hit damage -150}
Grenades x10 [ -250 points damage, 10 metres blast radius]
N/A…
***Skills***
Basic street fighting ( Lv5)
Quantum leap (Lv 1)
***Accessories***
Dark hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and trainers.
[New Notification: New quest from mentor accepted.]
He took a taxi down the neon lit streets to a nightclub. The nightclub pulsed with energy, its entrance a portal to a world of vibrant colors and infectious rhythms. As Recoil stepped inside, the music enveloped him, a living, breathing entity that seemed to reverberate through every cell in his body.
To his left, the bar glowed like a neon oasis, its rows of bottles and glasses reflecting the kaleidoscope of colors dancing across the walls. The bartenders, dressed in sleek black attire, moved with precision, mixing drinks with a flourish as they chatted with the patrons.
The walls, adorned with sleek, modern artwork, seemed to vibrate with the music's bass. The floor, polished to a high sheen, reflected the lights and colors, creating a dizzying, disorienting effect.
In the VIP area, plush couches and tables offered a haven for those seeking a more exclusive experience. The patrons lounging there, sipping champagne and laughing, seemed like royalty, surveying their kingdom from on high.
As Recoil made his way deeper into the club, the music grew louder, and the crowd more dense. If he'd been here for any other less serious reason. He would have wanted to let go and lose himself in the rhythm.
He found a perfect spot where he could watch his targets chatting noisily in a corner. A woman approached him and without waiting for an invitation, took a seat at his side.
" Hello" she whispered in his ear. He turned and viewed her for the first time. She was dressed to kill. She wore a rich red tank dress and, from the lack of lines under the clinging fabric, nothing else.
" Dear God, what did I do now?" He wondered…