" So apart from that knife what else have you got in your arsenal" Maverick's inquired while he watched Recoil eat.
They were at a small restaurant that was buzzing with people mostly NPCs, as a reward for passing the test Maverick had impulsively decided to treat him to a meal.
Recoil took a sip of his coffee and took a bite of his hamburger before replying " I've got a Glock 19 and a Remington shotgun"
" Less use than useless" Maverick mused aloud. " What?"
" Nothing just that there might be some difficulties when using those firearms" Maverick explained just as Recoil received a quest.
[ New Notification: New Quest; survive the fifth wave of the Zexil apocalypse, Dimension Doom] Recoil attempted accepting the quest but hesitated.
" Go on" Maverick urged. " Your guns might be a bit of a drag but there's something you should know " The lethality of a weapon doesn't depend on the weapon itself but on the experience of it's handler""
" I don't think I'm ready for it" Recoil said. " Yeah probably but you passed the most difficult personal test I could think off" Maverick smiled referring to the hair trial. " If you can pass that then you can pass anything!"
A motivated Recoil rose from his seat and with a respectful bow exited the restaurant. Maverick stared at his receding back with an indulgent smile. Recoil would never know how he deliberately gave Recoil an opening to cut his hair.
He had gone easy on him against his better decision but It had done his trainee's confidence a world of good…
Recoil was at his in-game apartment's sitting room, the room was also simply furnished with the essentials like a couch and table for a rank D player.
" What do you think" Recoil asked, he had just updated his stats by increasing his strength.
Name: Recoil Coins: 4500
Height: 6 feet 1inch
Rank: D {Newbie} XP: 85/100
HP: 250/250 MP: 200/200
Strength: 55. Accuracy%: 45
Stamina: 40. Agility: 30
Luck: 30 Available stats point: 0 Available skill points: 15
**Weapons**
–Backpack capacity–: 3/5
Glock 19 LV1 { -35 points damage,clip size: 9, reload time:15secs, range: 75 metres}Remington shotgun LV1{ -60 points damage, clip size: 6, reload time:35secs, range: 67 metres}Saber blade XR { -36 points damage}N/A …
***Skills***
Basic street fighting ( Lv4)
***Accessories***
Dark hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and trainers.
" You may now have an even chance of completing the quest" Nova replied. " How do I combat the weapons issue?" Recoil inquired.
" Both guns takes only a few points per shot, maximum or even immediate kill can only be achieved by a headshot"
" Okay, what am I going to be shooting at any way?" Recoil asked and accepted the quest. " You'll see" came Nova's cryptic reply.
He immediately got transported to Dimension Doom, he retrieved his shotgun from his arsenal and took a deep breath.
Recoil stepped into the harsh, volcanic landscape of Dimension Doom, where rocky terrain stretched as far as the eye could see. The air reeked of toxic fumes and acidic ash, while smoldering embers cast a fiery glow across the desolate wasteland.
He began strolling the barren landscape continuously scanning behind him for an attack.
" Run me a scan of my surroundings alert me as soon as you get something" He ordered in a low voice.
" Initializing" Nova replied. He walked for three more minutes before. " Contact three o'clock!" Came Nova's timely response.
Recoil cocked his gun and emptied a shell into the head of an object that lunged at him killing it instantly.
On closer inspection Recoil discovered that it was a beast: a man-sized reptile with sharp claws and powerful tail capable of standing on its hind legs. Although the head was in ruins, Recoil could still discern enough details to know it would have looked like a lizard's.
Name: Zexil Minor A
HP:400 /400 Strength: 60
Stamina: 40. Agility: 40
**Abilities**
Chaotic Bite: capable of crushing giant rocks to dust
Claws: able to inflict -200 points damage, can rip through most light armor.
" We've got company" Nova warned, Recoil cocked his shotgun and swallowed.
He looked ahead and saw a small army of them making their way towards him. " How many are there?" He demanded.
" This wave consists of 18, they are still 100 yards away" Nova replied. Recoil fired each round as fast as he could and soon had to reload.
He had just finished when one of them got to him, he whacked the butt of the shotgun into it's head with tremendous force and fired a shell into it's skull.
He spread the rest around and managed to kill the last of them before it got any closer than 10 metres.
" Wave 2!" Nova's voice resonated within his head while he hastily reloaded his gun. He emptied six rounds in less than four seconds, reloaded and emptied it again till his reserved finished, luckily he neared the end of the wave and killed the remaining injured two with a swift stabbing action to the head.
" Twenty seven kills, fifteen headshots six double kills, impressive!" Nova analysed. "I feel like it when I'm done with this" he murmured . The second wave had surpassed the first by half. Recoil hurriedly purchased a fresh batch of bullets and reloaded his shotgun, " come on" he said.
" Wave 3!" Nova alerted and an even larger army came forth from the mountains west of his position.
He took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger while mechanically cocking as fast as he could, again none of them got to him as his steady stream of bullets kept them at bay. He ejected the final empty shell with a tired sigh and splashed more coins for reloading.
" Thirty six kills, seventeen head shots, five double kills" Nova said. " Jesus Mary and Joseph! How much is the next gonna be?" Recoil exclaimed.
" I believe it will be in the range of forty, it will begin in a forty two seconds" Nova replied.
" Wave 4!"
Recoil raised his shotgun at where Nova predicted they would emerge from and took a few quick breaths to calm his rapidly beating heart.
The only sound he heard was that of his own heart and breathing till he spotted them.
He fired the rounds within a few seconds, downing a Zexil with each round, he reloaded and fired again spreading the shots at their heads.
Suddenly the shotgun got silent, " reload!" Nova alerted. " No time!" Recoil said. The shotgun morphed into the Glock 19 with a quick shake of his gun.
In his other hand was his knife, he cycled through their stats and saw it was all the same. He charged into the fray with iron resolve mumbling. " "In a fight one will fall, one will rise but I shall be the one to see the next sunrise"" …