18 Game World 1: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ : _ _ E _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ A _ _ _ _ _ (6)

"Invent," Aectaeon uttered as he raked his hair with his fingers.

{{ INVENTORY }}

{{ MAS-38 x 1 }}

{{ Vityaz-SN x 1 }}

{{ Dynamite x 5 }}

{{ Military Rucksack x 1 }}

{{ To Open Rucksack Inventory: recite "VALICE" }}

{{ To Exit Inventory Window: recite "QUIT" }}

Aectaeon roamed his eyes around the area to find a place to sit. He didn't have much choice but to take a seat on either the piles of hay or the dirt, but he wanted to take his chances. Unfortunately for him, a third choice didn't present itself. So, with a bit of reluctance, he sat right on the spot where he was standing.

Sighing shallowly, he said, "Valice"

{{ RUCKSACK INVENTORY }}

{{ First Aid Kit x 1 }}

{{ Fire Kit x 1 }}

{{ Fire Starter x 1 }}

{{ Medicine Pouch x 1 }}

{{ Journal Notebook x 1 }}

{{ Black Pen x 1 }}

{{ Water Canteen x 2 }}

{{ MRE Packs x 9 }}

{{ Rechargeable Flashlight x 1 }}

{{ Night Vision Goggles x 1 }}

{{ Survival Knife x 1 }}

{{ Swiss Army Knife x 1 }}

{{ Tactical Radio x 1 }}

{{ Satellite Phone x 1 }}

{{ Compass x 1 }}

{{ Map of the Base x 1 }}

{{ Sleeping Bag x 1 }}

{{ Full Army Combat Uniform x 1 }}

{{ To go Back to Inventory Window: recite "BACK" }}

{{ To Exit Inventory Window: recite "QUIT" }}

The young man's mouth went slightly agape.

"Just how big is this rucksack? Do Military Rucksacks really hold this many items? Is this like, uhh, the one from the cartoons? The one singing backpack, backpack?"

Instead of further spending his time in contemplation, Aectaeon let himself be satisfied with what he had gotten. He then stood up and dusted off his rear, albeit not serving any purpose since his trousers were completely covered with dirt.

"Let's see. I should deal with my clothes before anything else." Aectaeon muttered as he looked disgustingly at himself. "Quit,"

He went on and began taking his clothes off. But just as he was about to unfasten the last button of his shirt, he stopped.

"Do I even have to do this? FPS games don't really let the players take off their clothes first, do they? Well, there's nothing wrong with trying. Use Full Army Combat Uniform."

"Huh? In use? But I haven't recei…"

Aectaeon felt a new weight on his body, so his line of sight went down to his body. A grin appeared on his lips, and shortly, he was snickering.

"Convenient, this is all so convenient. This looks good on me."

As he desired, the system instantly equipped the uniform for him. He had no idea of how to wear a military uniform in the first place, hence everything was in his favour.

"Now, now, let's get a move on. I think I still have four objectives left? List."

{{ X: Pick up a MAS-38; hit the target a total of 10 times }}

{{ X: Pick up a Vityaz-SN; hit the target a total of 8 times }}

{{ X: Pick up Rucksack }}

{{ O: Plant Explosives }}

{{ O: Detonate Explosives }}

{{ O: Escape the Barn }}

{{ O: Return to Base }}

{{ O: Report Incident }}

"There's still five of them, huh? Their difficulty is way beyond the first three. Way to go."

First in Aectaeon's agenda was to allow himself to get used to the tightness of the combat boots. He jumped twice and stomped on the dirt a few times.

"This is more uncomfortable than I thought."

Aectaeon simply sighed as he set the matter aside.

"Quit," He sighed once more, "Use Dynamites,"

{{ Dynamites In Use }}

{{ To Activate Dynamites: recite "DETONATE" }}

In the blink of an eye, five sets of dynamites appeared out of thin air above Aectaeon.

"What in the world!" He screamed, hurriedly holding his hand out to catch the dynamites. "What if they detonate the second they hit the ground?! This freaking system!"

All of the gratitude he had for the system earlier immediately vanished. His heart was racing so fast that his vision blurred for a brief moment. Still, he managed to compose himself soon after and get to moving.

Aectaeon deliberated on just where he should place the explosives.

"I already have two holes I could use to escape out of the barn, thanks to the submachine guns I had fired," Aectaeon mumbled, yet there was no confidence in his voice.

There was something that was bothering him. Thus, the urge to verify his suspicions came over him.

He approached the hole that was farther away from where he was standing at. Once it was within his reach, he stretched out his left foot. However, before the tip of his boot could even go past the gap, a transparent wall made itself known by vibrating.

"Hah, really, I thought that I would be able to use either one of the openings to escape. I guess it's the system's way of leading me to my objectives."

With another sigh, Aectaeon darted his gaze towards the only door within the barn. To his estimation, the barn was almost as big as a football field. It was beyond the size of usual barns.

The beams making up the ceiling looked as if they would snap any time soon and the walls were rotten. So, Aectaeon started wondering how it could hold up with such weak foundations.

Ceasing his contemplation, Aectaeon sauntered en route the door. As seen from the slim gap, the door was held shut by a rusting chain-link.

"That's not enough of a lock, isn't it."

Despite his complaints, Aectaeon carefully arranged the dynamites by the bottom of the door.

{{ Objective 'Plant Explosives' Accomplished }}

When he was done, Aectaeon ran towards the other side of the barn, farthest from the door, to escape the power of the explosives. He then crouched down behind an enormous pile of hay.

After covering his ears with his hands, he whispered, "Detonate"

A thunderous explosion resounded within the surrounding area. It caught the attention of several people, alerting the two military groups fighting for dominance on the island. Aectaeon knew exactly how detrimental the ruckus would be in accomplishing his mission.

So before the smoke could even start dissipating, Aectaeon dashed for the entrance and made his escape.

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