Chapter 2: A Shitty Game

July 24, 2020

In a house devoid of any furniture and living utensils, we could see a middle-aged man sitting at a computer.

"Great! … I will finally finish this damn game!"

On his computer screen a message of the final mission is shown.

[Kill the Lord of the Eternal Abyss]

This was a very famous MMORPG game.

"HUMAN SURVIVAL"

Although the title sounded very lame, it was a very good game, but that was not what made it famous, no … Rather what made it famous was that it was a very addictive and very troll game.

It was a game in which the player had only one life.

That's right, one life!

In short, it was a shitty game, without reviving or opening another account, the game would not allow you to get another character.

There are many people who made their theory about the engineers whose programming allowed them to detect the player, many even wanted to hack the game.

But everything ended in vain, the story, the graphics, the controls, everything in this game was amazing, it left behind the other MMORPG games.

However, because the player only had one life, it made millions of players curse the creators.

But none of this matters to the middle-aged man.

Since he is the last player who still plays the shitty game of one life, even though he sacrificed millions of players and NPCs.

The final mission is about to end

"No, no, no!"

Suddenly a message appeared on his screen

[You Are Dead]

"Shit!"

He quickly tried to detect and try to replay the game, but it was all in vain.

"What a shitty game! … How come this company doesn't go bankrupt?"

Yes, it was a shitty game, but a very good shitty game, he had to admit it, after playing it for 3 years, every day, every mission was unique, with a story and impeccable graphics, so much so that once he believed that he was the character and is in a fight for life or death, making his blood boil.

"Ha" Sighing maybe the middle-aged man closed his eyes, although he was angry about the loss of his character, he actually just played it out of boredom.

*Ring

As he wondered what to do today, the phone in his pocket started to vibrate.

"Who is it?"

"I have a job"

With just these words the middle-aged man smiled, at least there was a place where he could release some of his resentment.

"Fine"

After carrying out 20 years as a loose assassin, he no longer saw his work as a curse, rather now what seems like a job more than he is in the world.

Although he has been in the trade for 20 years, it was rare, even he believed it, since most are dead or have retired.

Due to the dangers it brings, most do not last more than 5 years as an assassin, most die or are betrayed.

By pure luck he has lived more than 20 years in the trade.

Maybe it's his good karma?

Even though he was an assassin he was not a stone man, he always determined that good deeds bring good benefits, with that in mind he donated half of his salary to orphanages or animal rescue, he determined that with that his sins at least successfully relieved a little, he never succeeded in donating to a church since as an assassin he has seen something more than a common person so he decided to help in another way, but like every assassin, the day of dying came.

Although the mission turned out to be common and ordinary, in the end it resulted in a trap from his enemy.

Being surrounded by several snipers the man remained silent, throwing the cigarette to the ground, he looked up at the sky

"Shoot!"

*Bang, Bang

After some explosions, he was lying on the ground still looking at the sky, he did not resist since it was an inevitable day that he had to face.

"At least, I would have liked to finish that shitty game" murmuring those words the middle-aged man closed his eyes.

"FINALLY THAT BASTARD IS DEAD!" Seeing the middle-aged man fall to the ground, one of the snipers approached the now motionless body.

"HAHAHA, HE'S DEAD!" his body trembled with joy at seeing his worst enemy on the ground, but his happiness did not last long.

*Tick, Tock

A faint sound of a clock came out of the man's body, making the sniper's smile freeze.

"GODDAMN GAMMAAAAA!"

*BOOM

After screaming at the top of his lungs, what was heard was the activation of a bomb and its explosion knocked down the building where they were.

If the name of the middle-aged man was Gamma Sprout, an assassin and also a damned one, who did not care about implanting a bomb in his body that would explode when his heart stopped, in short he was a bastard who did not care about taking his enemy to the grave with him.