Very stupid MC

Now that he finally had the automobile in his hands, his excitement was through the roof. This meant that he could bring anything and everything. Typical aeroplanes on up to fucking spaceships capable of breaking the speed of light.

Oh!! In the end, he would rule over all nations.

He cautiously kept the vehicle on the road and stepped back. After a few seconds, the car began to grow, and it was quickly back to its normal size and shape. In front of him was what appeared to be a pretty worn-out Dacia 1300.

It had a pale blue tint, and there were a lot of scratches all over it. The vehicle's appearance was anything but "healthy." Robin didn't care as he opened the door and stepped in. The vehicle started when his rear end made contact with the seat.

The same thing always occurred in the game. Whenever a player sat in the car, it used to start by itself. None of the doors had keys. Nothing!!

'Oh!! Excellent work! Wow, this is incredible!' Robin was almost shouting in his brain. That was the sole monologue that was recurring in his mind.

He was able to collect himself after a minute or so, but then his expression contorted as he realised how foolish he had been. A vehicle he brought had no identification, registration, or anything else.

If this were to happen in real life, he would have to leave the automobile behind because he would never be able to safely ride it on the open road. No licence plate meant he couldn't drive the car on a major thoroughfare. His car was an ancient Dacia 1300, which wasn't exactly popular in this region, so it would raise eyebrows if he were seen driving it about in public.

There was no hope for this automobile.

He began to reflect on his recent actions as the first pangs of awareness hit him. In the bushes, with his fingerprints still on the rifle.

Although the Indian police were not well-known for their competence in handling routine cases, they were a formidable force when it came to firearms and terrorism. As soon as the gun is reported, the NIA or similar agencies would likely be notified.

"Fuck!! My actions up to this point have been extremely foolish. Incredibly careless!"

Although Robin had ambitious aspirations for the future, he lacked the necessary paranoia at the time to see them through. To paraphrase what Finch once remarked, "Only the paranoid survive." It was imperative that he make that a reality in his life. Robin had to watch her steps, count every detail, and be prepared for the worst.

Robin started thinking of ways to get rid of the gun. It didn't matter if this car was destroyed or not because it was innocuous. Having to deal with the pistol was the only real problem. After giving it some serious thought and watching some YouTube videos on disassembling an M4, he returned to the place he had previously set down the weapon.

He brought it back to the family car. He waited a few minutes, then began methodically taking the M4 apart. He appreciated that, unlike some other guns in the game, the M4 was based on the real-world M4.

After everything was taken apart, he reached for a handkerchief. With the handkerchief, he had to wipe down every surface of the pistol to remove any traces of fingerprints. He spent over twenty minutes thoroughly cleaning the pistol components before leaving.

Everything would be dispersed arbitrarily. In this case, the enormous swamp adjacent to the university served as the "random site." A lot of people from all around the world visited the marsh close to the institution.

The primary cause is the avian winter residents that travel here from Siberia every year. It was a UNESCO World Heritage site, thus obviously no building could be done there. The vast 41 square kilometres of marsh meant he could simply toss it into the water wherever he pleased.

Those in need would never get access to it. Since the wetland wasn't heavily patrolled, he could drive around the lake and toss it out the window of his car while no one was looking.

That's what he did throughout the subsequent hour. He dropped the magazine, then the barrel, and finally.... His final act of disposing of the gun was at 8 o'clock at night, and he did so in a massive marsh located next to a railroad track.

He had left the Dacia 1300 right there on the place that it had enlarged. To remove fingerprints off the steering wheel and door handle, Robin used his handkerchief. A vehicle of that size wouldn't just go.

He was confident that eventually someone would find the automobile and possibly report it to the police. However, the law enforcement shouldn't be able to pin anything on him. It would be reported stolen and locked away in their garage, never to be driven again.

By 9 o'clock, Robin had arrived home. Later than he had anticipated. However, he now has a tranquil outlook on life after returning. He had handled everything with meticulous precision.

"Mom, I am back!!"

"Just what was the holdup there?"

"I was hit in traffic just now."

"Do you have any outside meals?"

"No.. I'm really hungry, Mom. When will dinner be ready?"

"You never take anything to eat with you when you leave the house, and then you return ravenous. Go. Get cleaned up."

Because her son was finally home, Robin's mother presumably didn't mind that her son had lied about traffic. In her normal state, she gave little thought to her son. When it came to splurging on fancy things, Robin was always a responsible son.

No smoking! No beverages! Not even going late at night to the party!!

When Robin needed to relax, he took a quick shower and enjoyed feeling the cool water run down his overheated body. His nerves had been on edge for the past few hours. That shower was exactly what he needed, and it felt great!

For dinner, Mom prepared the standard fare of white rice with lentils and a salad of cucumber, carrot, and beet root. Two veggie curries are included. In India, most families have a favourite curry dish that they make frequently. As usual, he ate dinner and then went straight to bed without opening his door.

Having reached this point, he had to move on to the next level. That's how he'll ensure his own safety. He was browsing the app store when he noticed an intriguing game.

Pokemon Go!!

The once-hugely popular game that sprang out of nowhere. He was over the moon when the game first came out. Even an introvert like him would go for a walk only to go pokemon hunting.

And he did, for a time. Moved on to capture some Pokemon. However, after only two weeks, that excitement and curiosity had already faded. And after a couple of months of not playing it, he decided to delete it from his computer.

This time, however, things were different.

He could bring things to the actual world. So what about a pokeball that had just caught a pokemon? What if he tried that. Is that even an option? After several years, he eagerly reinstalled the game.

Finally, after a brief pause and login procedure. When he logged into the game again, his old profile was still there. He checked over his prior accounts' captured Pokemon and was astonished by the variety he found. In all honesty, he'd completely forgotten about them.

He poked his finger into the phone to see whether he could transport the previously captured Pokemon, but the primary rule of "no live creatures were allowed" still stood. A wild Gastly was apparently in the area, according to a pop-up alert.

The man was overjoyed. And now it was time to test his hypothesis!

Without wasting any time, he switched to AR and threw a pokeball at the wild Gastly that had suddenly arrived. He has never thrown worse than his first attempt. His memory of the rules had almost completely faded.

The second attempt was more effective, and the Pokeball hit Gastly square in the forehead. Gastly was apprehended after only three seconds of waiting.

As soon as he saw that Gastly had been captured, he reached in and pulled out the Pokeball. It was done so that his "hard work" wouldn't be undone if the new menu appeared unexpectedly. The return of the pokeball to the real world went off without a hitch.

He stored the tiny Pokeball in the table, and after a moment it had grown to normal size. This is where the Gastly was intended to be captured. But if it was captured then how should he summon the Pokemon. And if it turns out to be a genuine Gastly, would the Pokemon even follow his orders? Did the real 'no living creature' rule still stand?

Once again, Robin was facing a difficult choice. On the other hand, he had to make that move. He spoke softly as he wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead, then picked up the standard-sized Pokeball and slowly rolled it over the bed.

"Gastly!! Come out!!"