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Connor, a young boy in his disappointing world, oblivious to the things around him... But... he doesn't know the future that awaits him... He doesn't know that there are secret organizations filled with spies that hold powers of the supernatural.... He doesn't know that the MSTO, a party full of spy mage organizations, wants to inflict their power and strike fear into the world... He doesn't know that he has a Perk... that doesn't require a wand or another tool, but comes from inside... and through a specific bloodline. He doesn't know the enemies he'll meet... But he will soon, in Perk Mage. Also for the art for this cover came from this site: https://animanga.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000004517/r/4400000000000037841 As well as this cover: https://wallpapers.com/wallpapers/gojo-sataru-k0ug6jgabsaxbcns.html

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Mission Im-virtual-possible

As we materialized in this unfamiliar world, we found ourselves crammed into what seemed to be a military vehicle of some sort. But it was the view beyond the windows that left an indelible mark on my memory. What met my gaze was nothing short of heartbreaking.

The atmosphere was thick with acrid smoke, its pungent odor hanging heavy in the air. The roads lay in disarray, riddled with cracks and crevices at various elevations, creating a treacherous terrain that could give even the sturdiest vehicles a run for their money.

Signs dangled precariously from their posts, swaying in the aftermath of untold destruction. Vehicles were either overturned or reduced to charred wreckage, their former glory forever lost. Small pockets of fire dotted the landscape, their relentless dance adding to the billowing smoke.

Amid this apocalyptic scene, figures in suits moved with purpose, their vests tightly secured around their torsos and utility belts cinched snugly at their waists. Among them, a student voiced her astonishment at the desolation that surrounded us.

"What could have happened here for things to look like this?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Someone else offered a nonchalant shrug, for truly, who among us had answers to such a cataclysmic enigma?

I turned to the individual nearest to me, a sense of incredulity gnawing at my senses. "Nikki?" I ventured, my voice laden with confusion. "You were in this class?"

Her response was swift, almost dismissive. "Of course, I'm here," she replied, her tone suggesting that my oversight was entirely my own fault. "Didn't you see me just two rows behind you?"

"Well, I suppose not," I admitted, my bewilderment unmasked. "Perhaps because you were behind me, as you so aptly pointed out." But she didn't seem particularly amused by my response, and our conversation came to an abrupt end.

Without warning, our attention was drawn to a dilapidated skyscraper that loomed ominously before us. Its once-gleaming silver and blue façade had rusted over time, and the windows bore the scars of countless fractures, testaments to the building's long history of neglect and decay. It still stood tall, but its grandeur had long since been eroded by time and neglect.

The vehicle came to a halt, and we disembarked, wands at the ready in our hands. "What's our objective again?" someone inquired, a note of uncertainty lingering in their voice.

"To eliminate all occupants within the base or neutralize a potentially hazardous element within a main control room," I recited, hoping my recollection was accurate enough to serve as a satisfactory explanation.

We proceeded to traverse the decimated streets of this desolate world, inching closer to the towering skyscraper that awaited us. Weeds sprouted defiantly through the cracks in the pavement, reclaiming the urban landscape that had once belonged to humans. Vehicles lay strewn in our path, some upturned, others ablaze with unrelenting fire. The billowing smoke threatened to shroud our surroundings in an impenetrable veil, but for now, our vision remained relatively unobstructed.

I held my breath as I maneuvered through the smoky haze, my body tensing with every step. The world around us felt like a war-torn wasteland, a battleground for unknown forces and unseen adversaries. A sudden gust of wind stirred the acrid smoke, causing me to cough and sputter as I pressed forward.

"So, I guess we're heading into that skyscraper," Nikki observed, her voice tinged with trepidation.

"Seems that way," I replied, my agreement laced with quiet unease. Suddenly, a glowing marker appeared in the virtual world, outlining a yellow box with a rotating arrow indicating our objective.

"Is this the secret base?" Nikki inquired, her eyes scanning the imposing structure before us.

"It's not that the building itself is classified," I explained, "it's what they're doing inside that's secretive."

With cautious determination, someone among us pushed open the entrance, revealing a dimly lit interior. The atmosphere within the building felt heavy with foreboding, and an eerie silence pervaded the air. I couldn't shake the sensation that something momentous was about to unfold.

Then, in an instant, a thunderous explosion shattered the silence, sending shockwaves reverberating through my chest. The deafening roar of a vehicle in distress echoed in our ears—an airborne vehicle.

I spun around, my eyes widening in disbelief as I witnessed a flying vehicle hurtling through the air. "Get down!" I shouted, grabbing Nikki and instinctively diving to the cold ground.

I closed my eyes, bracing for impact, fully expecting the vehicle to crush us beneath its weight before we were once again transported back to the virtual world. My heart raced, and the seconds stretched into an eternity.

But as I cautiously cracked open my eyes, I saw the shadow of the vehicle passing just inches above us, sparing us from its catastrophic trajectory.

We were saved, but the same could not be said for the rest of our group. The flying vehicle had taken a deadly nosedive, dragging our comrades into its destructive path.

I gasped, my chest constricting with a sickening mixture of relief and horror. What had just transpired defied comprehension. How had we narrowly escaped the jaws of death while our fellow students met a tragic fate?

Before I could process the gravity of the situation, a new threat emerged. The air was suddenly rent with the staccato bursts of blaster fire, an alien sound that sent shivers down my spine. I turned and saw figures in suits and vests, armed with metallic rifles that emitted crimson energy projectiles.

"No, no—no!" Nikki cried, her voice quivering with fear. But then, from behind her, a voice urged, "Get in!"

I didn't stop to identify the speaker; it was prudent to heed the advice. I scrambled inside, finding myself on the ground floor of what appeared to be a Starbucks, its familiar décor clashing with the extraordinary circumstances.

I sought refuge behind a table, Nikki and the others taking cover alongside me. The relentless barrage of energy projectiles pummeled the glass storefront, creating a hazardous barrier.

"Crawl to the other side of the building!" Nikki shouted above the chaos, her voice a desperate plea. I began crawling, every movement hampered by the relentless assault, my path fraught with danger.

Finally, I reached the safety of the opposite side, feeling as though I had just completed a grueling marathon. As I caught my breath, I stole a glance at the faces of my companions, only to be met with an unexpected sight.

"Malachi?" I whispered in disbelief as recognition dawned upon me. But there was no time for extended pleasantries.

As our pursuers closed in on our position, the ceaseless barrage of projectiles abruptly ceased. The sound of approaching footsteps grew ominously clear, and I instinctively knew that we had to act quickly.

Suddenly, a figure pushed open the door and stepped inside, proceeding cautiously into the room. The metallic clinks of their boots against the floor echoed like a death knell in my ears.

We huddled in the shadows, our breaths held in collective anticipation. The newcomer continued to advance, their steady footsteps growing louder with each passing moment.

Click. Rattle. Click.

The sound grew more pronounced as they drew nearer, and I realized that we were rapidly running out of options. There was something we needed to do, and we needed to do it fast.

Then, without warning, Malachi sprang to his feet, moving with lightning speed. He struck the intruder with the butt of his wand and followed up with a devastating blow, his wand's tip colliding with their skull. In an instant, the figure crumpled to the ground and disintegrated in a shimmering display of digital dissolution.

Malachi turned to us, his expression a mix of determination and relief. I, on the other hand, found myself gasping for breath, the adrenaline coursing through my veins leaving me drained and trembling.

"Alright, let's move," Malachi urged, his voice resolute. "Connor, stay behind us and keep an eye out for any potential threats."

I nodded in agreement, my trembling hand clutching my wand. Our group surged forward, wands at the ready, the weight of the virtual world pressing down upon us. We had narrowly escaped one perilous encounter, but our journey through this digital realm was far from over.