Impulse part 1

"Oi brat, stop right there."

Eve ignored the voice and kept walking.

"I said stop!"

He ignored it a second time on the basis that there was a chance the man was referring to someone else.

"You little rascal-"

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[Emergency mission has been issued]

[Description: Subjugate…]

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Heavy footsteps approached him from behind, and he responded by swinging his suitcase in a wide arch.

It hit its mark perfectly on the jaw.

The man dropped down on the ground and clutched his head, he had clearly gotten a concussion.

The harasser was a big man, his height around 190 cm and his width one meter. He wore a torn dark shirt and a necklace with a jagged iron attached to it.

Eve delivered a devastating kick to the man's inner thigh while he was kneeling.

Then another.

And another.

At this point, the bully was crying and shrieking on the ground, his crotch between his hands.

'Serves you right.'

Eve left before anyone came to the man's rescue.

He walked for a while, basking under the pale moonlight.

A notification sprang up in front of him, notifying him that the emergency mission had been completed.

While looking at his combat evaluation, Eve couldn't help but think, why was he so aggressive to the man just now? 

The initial suitcase strike would have incapacitated him for a good while as he got dizzy. The kick to the nut after it could have been excused under the effect of making sure he won't get up but the following kicks were unnecessary.

It was weird.

'Am I becoming a teenager? Please no, I want to remain as sensible as I can be.'

One of his fears was becoming an impulsive teenager who did stuff on a whim.

The rest of the walk home was relatively easy, save for the boredom.

He even wished for more nuts to kick.

Alas, he was unbothered throughout the rest of the walk.

He returned back to the base and plugged his console in and booted it up.

'Let's see, I haven't finished Maincraft 4 yet so I should finish it. If I manage to sit down for a few hours and fully commit, I should be able to finish it.'

And he did exactly that.

The final boss, Finisher Wyvern, was a piece of cake. There was no complex attack patterns or mechanics. Just a big target with a crap ton of health points.

The second game was called Olden Necklace.

It was meant to be challenging and hard, and it was even more so because Eve became rusty after two months of break.

It was already frustrating before, now it was just unbearable.

'This is not fun anymore.' He gave up after dying to the same trash mob for the sixth time in ten minutes.

He put on a dark tracksuit and left the building. 

Normally, Eve would have been asleep by now but today, he felt tireless, unstable, and itching to move.

He hoped to burn through this energy by running like usual.

Except the feeling didn't disappear no matter how much he ran.

His body felt fatigued, his muscles felt sore and his bones creaked. But the burning feeling in his gut remained.

And it became fiercer than ever.

He couldn't stop his knees from shaking. He was like an addict trying to separate themself from their object of addiction.

The problem was that he didn't know what was the object.

His only hope was to run until he ran out of energy and passed out.

He kept running.

Sweat covered his body like a second skin. His heart beat like an engine and his lungs felt like they were inhaling fire.

Still, he kept running.

The dawn was near.

He felt his consciousness slipping away.

Yet he kept on running.