Chapter 1

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'' I am not a hero or a villain, I am the one who will kill the winner of this duel '' ______________________________________________________________________________________________

Pain ... this is the first thing I feel when I come to my senses. She pounded on my head with a hammer. Wrinkling from her, I open my eyes freely. I was in warehouse.

I am sure of my death. No one will survive after 'frying' ... oh yes, those feelings are really ... unforgettable. Accordingly, something went wrong after my death. I slowly get up from the floor and look around. My hand slides on something sticky . I raise my palm to my face.The composition is too dark for the colors to be different, and the characteristic metallic smell is well known to me.

Well, it's time to get out of here.It took 10 minutes to get around the room. Shabby walls and broken windows, no wonder. Only something made me tense, for example steel doors, play on the same windows, torture 'toys' attached to the walls. in the dark, but I can say with confidence - a collection of amateurs. It can be seen that both BDSM paraphernalia and medieval torture devices . At the same time, everything is mixed and not cleaned normally. Because of this, the room smells of corpses.

The only thing that lifted the mood - found a steel crowbar, which was thrown by someone in the corner.All entrances are closed, respectively, or through the roof, or break through the door.Something warm flow down on my temple.Super.I'll find the freak who pushed me here - I will cut off his tongue and watch him suffocate with his own blood.

Yes, I will live without water for another 10 days, but depletion will occur for 3-4 days.Yes ... getting to the roof is not a problem, the question is how to get out of it from the outside, and how you can break it ...

[Open inventory?]

What the fuck?!It looks like I'm hallucinating.

[Player, do you confirm the opening of the inventory?]

Super. I wonder when I will start to hear voices? Or maybe I will have 10 extra personalities? For curiosity, click [Yes]

[Player inventory not found. Automatic return to player profile failed. System error player profile not found. Want to create a new player profile?]

Well, it looks like this will have to be dealt with later, as well as with my getting here. I sit on one of the wooden boxes in the corner. It looks like it will take some time.

[Specify the base given to the player:]

[Statistics]

[name: ----]

[occupation: marauder]

[level: 1]

[race: ---]

[EXP = 0 / ---]

[HP = ---]

[skills]

[---]

[---]

[---]

[individual skill (shop) = ---]

Well, let's start. The name is Cain White. Oh ... you can choose a race here, that's good. I write Viltrumit. I used to watch 'Invincible', I especially liked the various murder scenes. It seems that other indicators depend on race, well, [Save]

[Player profile updated. View your updated profile]

[Statistics]

[name: Cain White]

[occupation: marauder]

[level: 1]

[race: Viltrumit]

[EXP = 0/100]

[HP = 2500]

[skills]

[---]

[---]

[---]

[individual skill (shop) = ---]

Stop, I concentrate and listen to the silence. A car pulled up nearby. One man came out. Looks like luck is on my side if he doesn't have a firearm. I smile and walk to the door with a crowbar. I will act according to the old scheme, stun and finish. The door opens inwards, it will play into my hand. Now it's time to get out of here. Footsteps are getting closer. The ringing of keys and the sound of locks.

The door creaks open ...