[The advent of White Fang!]

-----Mike's POV-----

'That was exhausting...but I gained several proficiency points in my Blade mastery skill...'

'Skills...'

[Skills]

[Silver skill Military Blade mastery- proficiency 57% ]

[Silver skill Military Hand to Hand combat- proficiency 1%]

[Bronze skill Firearms- proficiency 3%]

[Bronze skill Sniper- proficiency 27%]

…

'I need to improve my firearms and Sniper proficiency...' I opened my watch and searched on the internet for ways to improve firearms proficiency…' Okay, this VR game does help, it deploys lifelike physics and medical technology to calculate damage...I need a VR capsule...Let's try the public one's' I walked out of the academy and made my way towards the portal connected to the market...Luke suddenly called out, "Hey! Mike, you aren't going to the dorms?"

"No, I am going to give this new VR game a whirl...you wanna come?"

'...please say no, I just spent 3 hours training with you.'

"Sure, but don't you have one at your room…?"

'...Not everyone is rich, you jerk, then again his expression seems genuine.'

*sigh*'...rich snob.'

"Ummm...I don't have one."

"Come to my dorm then you can play on with me, I have two."

'again...rich snob.'

"Okay, Let's go."

This time we made our way towards a different portal, after going the portal we arrived at a new dorm that screamed rich to me. Some twists and turns later, we arrived in a room that had three VR portals. Luke Indicated me towards one and prepared to enter another one.

"By the way, what is your virtual ID?"

"White Fang..."

"...okay."

'What's with the look...Naruto is a classic ok, Let nobody tell you otherwise.'

I enter the indicated VR capsule and accessed the virtual game.

[--x--Sword Saint has invited you to a group match--x--]

Clicking on the invite redirected me to a new space on which Luke was present. After selecting the random map, the space in front of me dissolved and I was transported to the top of a desolate wasteland, depicting a nuked city.

I had selected the standard sniper and thus ran towards the nearest available high ground. After crouching on top of the collapsed building I started to look around the map to spot people.

[High ground gained...Sniper Available..]

[Bronze tier skill Sniper Activated]

Everything began to lose texture, except tracks of people and various hiding places became a yellow-red color. Scanning the whole scene present in front of me, I aimed my sniper and pulled the trigger without hesitation as the bullet pierced the head of a person…

'...okay, I call overpowered...'

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 5%]

'...' *Blink*

'...' *Blink*

'Need more kills...need more kills...'

Reciting the mantra again and again I started to look through the map again as one of the highlighted tracks changed to flaming red in color...leading up to the tracks was a person hidden by the foliage of broken walls.

*bang!*

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 5%]

*bang!*

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 5%]

*bang!*

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 5%]

*bang!*

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 5%]

*bang!*

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 5%]

…

…

*bang!*

[Bronze skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 3%]

[Bronze Skill Sniper Increased to Silver tier]

[Congratulations for leveling up a skill]

[EXP awarded = Skill Tier *1000*2(1st-time bonus)=2000EXP]

[Ping!]

[Levelup!]

[High ground gained...Sniper Available...]

[Silver tier skill Sniper Activated!]

Ignoring the messages I continued to look around the map, the change in the ability was not much but I could see that the amount of highlighted tracks decrease…

'Most likely cold trails...man this is too overpowered though...Ahh, there's one...'

*bang!*

[Silver tier skill Sniper Proficiency increased by 1%]

'...what'

'...I take my comments back, please give me back the remaining proficiency...Zoey I thought you liked me...'

[Heads up host]

Before I could figure out the weird message a bullet went through my head, I respawn back at the void space with Luke looking at me with wide eyes…

"...What"

A mechanical shake of his head was the only answer I got as he just went dazed for a minute before coming back alive and we dived into another game…

'...that guy is weird though'

'...why am I coined as the weird one...probably because I think too much...Nah must be something else...ooo another one...'

*bang!*

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-----Jane's room 7:06 PM-----

-----Jane's POV-----

'...'

'...okay his marksmanship is definitively not that good on normal targets, but he gave the feeling of a different person as soon as he picked up that gun...could it be that his ability is related to...no no then he could not have grown stronger when fighting me or Luke then...Maybe experiencing new things could help him, but then why doesn't he tell his family and get himself to travel to different planets...'

*beep**beep*

'...am thinking too much' I sat on my desk and uploaded the gameplay I just received from Mike's POV to my laptop and clicked play.

'...hmmm, that is definitely the effect of an ability, the way his vision just finds the right tracks is uncanny to normal eyes...but then what about his regeneration...his increasing stats through training...'

'...the only thing I can say is that he has secrets that I wanna know, and the White clan fucked up...If only he didn't display an attachment to his mother I could have tried to...no no, no point thinking about lost causes...'

*beep**beep*

'...another one'

After watching several clips from both Mike's and 3rd person POV I could guarantee I would not be able to spot so many people so easily…

I opened my watch interface and DM'ed the agent…

[Status report]

[We could not find a way to force our way into his watch without alerting him]

'...'

[Anything else]

[Background check shows that Mike is not favored in the family, in fact, he lives in the publicly allotted dorm houses and is often mocked inside his family. The only meager allowance he receives is for the lack of a proper term, smuggled to him by his mother. Threat Level still assessed at 26...]

[Do you wish to continue Investigation…?]

'...'

[Stop investigating and delete all data… I don't want dad to know I wasted some of your time… Sorry!]

[No problem miss, anything else...]

[NO]

I closed my interface and changed into my combat gear…

'...you will be mine...'

'...'