The Reaper strolled along Dimension Enoverse, his gaze flicking to the digital interface on his wristwatch. He was early—something he would normally avoid. Waiting meant wasted time, and in Eternity's Edge, time was everything.
A shimmering portal rippled open before him, pixels distorting like a heat mirage. A player stepped through, adjusting the cuffs of his tattered police uniform. His avatar, a dirty cop straight out of a bad crime drama, who's main characteristics include a perpetual smirk and a wad of gum he never stopped chewing.
Reaper ran a menacing gaze over the new comer. He let the silence stretch, his eyes sweeping over the informant like a predator sizing up its prey. The effect was intentional. Let him sweat a little.
" Long time Noobs, how are ya?" He asked although he wasn't really interested. Noobs shifted from foot to foot, exhaling loudly. "Well, to be honest? Not so good. I think I might die from anxiety every time I sell you something."
Reaper's expression didn't change. "Whatever. Do you have it?"
Noobs rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Yeah, yeah, I got the info. But money first."
Reaper tilted his head, his tone dropping a couple degrees. "I'll pay you as soon as I log out. C'mon, you know I'm good for it."
Prior to the commencement of the next major quest the Reaper had made contacted his connection in Eternity industries.
"Alright, fine. Here's the deal. The next major quest in Dimension Enoverse is a straight-up death race—longest one this place has seen. It's a gauntlet of traps, monsters, and whatever other nightmares the devs cooked up." Noobs chewed his gum slower, as if savoring the moment before delivering the real punchline. "A lot of players are gonna die."
Reaper's eyes darkened slightly while he considered the implications of this information. " When's the time of the quest?" He inquired. Noobs flicked his wrist, pulling up a countdown timer. The numbers pulsed in a deep red glow.
"Seventy-six hours."
Reaper absorbed the information, calculating his next move. A death race meant chaos—perfect for weeding out the weak and exploiting the desperate. The question wasn't whether he'd enter. It was how he'd turn it to his advantage.
Without another word, he turned on his heel, his mind already working on formulating a plan as Noobs muttered under his breath.
"Man… one of these days, you're gonna be the death of me."
Reaper didn't look back as he stepped through a portal exiting Enoverse.
***
Recoil raised his fists in preparation. " Ready" he called. He was about to start a training bout.
Maverick gave a little smile Recoil wasn't about to know what's going to hit him. He had planned on teaching him a couple of combos he could use in combat.
" Ok hot shot come on" Maverick replied. Recoil charged forward with deliberate speed. Recoil, now a bit familiar with Maverick's tactics wisely demurred from going on full attacking.
Instead he bordered more on defense. The battled relentlessly for a while, both of them on the defense soon it became a rhythm so no solid shots were landed.
Eventually Recoil considered making a gamble. Maverick didn't seem ready to break the rhythm anytime soon and Recoil was getting impatient to win.
He unleashed the combo he learned from Maverick, firing a round of punches which an expectant Maverick cut off with three sharp punches to the chest, jaw and neck finishing up with a roundhouse kick.
Name: Recoil Coins: 28350
Height: 6 feet 1inch
Rank: C {Amateur I} XP: 165/400
HP: 145/300 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.
A downed Recoil opened his eyes a couple metres away with a cough, his face was red from where the last fist had landed.
" It's like you're trying to get beaten" Maverick said with a chuckle. " What was that for?" He groaned and got to his feet.
" What? You'd do the same if you had half the chance" Maverick retorted. " Well you've got a point there" Recoil grudgingly agreed.
" What would you call that combo?" He wondered and Maverick shrugged. " I didn't name it" " why not?" Recoil inquired.
" It's not damage inducing enough to deserve a name from me" Maverick declared.
" I will never be able to understand this guy" Recoil thought. " Can you teach me that?" " I already did, you mirrored the first one I thought you in an instant so you can do this too" Maverick murmured dryly.
" Do you know when the next major quest is coming up?" Maverick inquired with a hint of curiosity. " Nope I'm just gonna wait till they announce it Mav" Recoil replied cracking his knuckles for another round.
" Don't do anything that might be your last Recoil" Maverick warned. The air stilled for a second while Recoil took in the rare display of concern he got from his mentor.
The statement threatened to open a tight bottle of emotions he had so carefully been able to seal. " Are you okay?" Maverick frowned.
" Yeah… yeah just something I thought" Recoil muttered. Maverick stared at his trainee, he was an expert at reading faces and as far as he could see this was more than a simple thought.
" Wanna talk about it?" He asked carefully. " Nah it's nothing" Recoil replied. " Okay so ready for another round?"
" Always and this time I'm gonna win" he declared and charged forward…