Giant Mickey had been incredibly lucky. At the age of 55, he had been forcibly teleported to Karim Continent, a place unknown and dangerous, yet filled with opportunity. More importantly, he had immediately obtained an A-grade Talent: "Clever Seizure". This Talent was straightforward yet extremely powerful.
It allowed him to pull subordinates from other areas into his command, along with forcibly taking over their Shelters. There was one limitation—he could only pull over those he knew personally and had a certain level of intimacy with. But for someone ambitious like Mickey, it was more than enough. After all, isn't the hardest problem in life turning zero into one?
Upon discovering his Talent, Mickey immediately set his plans into motion. But instead of rushing to pull people over, he first went out alone to hunt for treasure chests, gathering food and water while observing his surroundings. He waited patiently for a few days, letting deaths occur naturally in the area before taking action.
After all, the number 10001 would be too obvious, but 9986 could be ignored by most. Mickey's Talent could only be used twice a day, so he chose to act in the dead of night, when everyone in a Shelter was asleep, making it easier to seize them.
Using this method, he gathered a small group of about ten people. With this core team, he subdued many petty thieves nearby, growing his forces to over fifty in less than a week. But Mickey knew Zone 666 was far more dangerous than it seemed. Its composition quickly became common knowledge: a zone filled with criminals abandoned on Blue Star. The word "abandoned" fit perfectly.
And yet, in such a place, a skilled alchemist had appeared. Mickey couldn't believe his luck—this was a land blessed by fate! He tried repeatedly to contact Arya, but she never responded. She had added him as a friend only to delete him, clearly not taking him seriously. This only fueled his anger.
Determined, Mickey ordered his men to locate Arya's Shelter. Once found, he could meet her, insult her slightly to establish "intimacy," and then, that very night, pull both her and her Shelter into his command. With an alchemist on his side, his quest to dominate Karim Continent would be far easier.
There were other talented individuals as well—Rogers, a chef, and Roy, a merchant. Mickey wanted to bring all of them under his banner. The first magic Turbulence had destroyed all Level 1 Shelters, which conveniently strengthened his position.
As Mickey plotted, a sudden sniper shot ended his life instantly. Jackey's bullet killed four people in a single shot. Even Mickey, seasoned in street fights and battle alike, could not ignore such precision.
"Godfather!" Manel shouted, rushing to his side, panic in his voice. An underling pointed out the sniper's location, but Manel had no intention of pursuing. "Retreat! Protect me back to the stronghold!"
Picking up Mickey's corpse, Manel led his group back to their Shelter. The sniper, clad in a ghillie suit, saw their retreat and quietly withdrew, leaving only the echoes of the AWM sniper rifle behind.
Meanwhile, Eile Ell, reporting back, said, "BOSS, mission complete. Mickey is dead."
"Thank you for your hard work," Roy replied calmly, adjusting his glasses. "Here's your mission fee. Also, that mole is yours to handle. Play with him as you like."
Eile Ell received five +30 Healing Potions, whistled appreciatively, and acknowledged the payment. Roy, always the merchant, knew the most valuable resource in this new world wasn't just magic or items—it was information.
From the moment he was teleported to Karim, Roy had formulated a clear path for success. He had witnessed Eile Ell hunting rabbits with a gun near his Shelter and immediately recognized her potential. Disguising himself as a mercenary, he successfully recruited her, knowing she would become the sharpest weapon in his arsenal.
Whether Mickey was truly dead was easy to verify; Roy only needed to check the communication channel. No one could fake death in this new world.
"I don't have many bullets left," Eile Ell admitted.
"Don't worry," Roy reassured her. "I'll find someone to make more."
"Okay," she replied simply. Roy smiled, then opened his friends list, selected a contact, and sent a message:
"Your request has been fulfilled. Please settle the final payment. Perhaps next time we chat, I should call you 'Godfather' Manel? That might suit you better."
Mickey's rise and fall had been swift. In just a few days, he had gathered a powerful force, clashed with enemies, and planned to control some of the continent's most valuable talents. Yet, life and death in Karim Continent were unpredictable. A single sniper shot had obliterated his ambitions in an instant.
Despite the sudden tragedy, Manel remained composed. He understood that in this world, power was fragile, and survival depended on strategy, alliances, and timing. The death of Mickey, though shocking, was just another reminder of the brutal reality that awaited anyone seeking dominance.
In the meantime, Roy efficiently managed his network. Eile Ell's loyalty and skill made her indispensable, while Rogers contributed in his own way by supporting their stronghold with food and strategy. Arya, still distant and independent, remained a prime target for recruitment, her knowledge of alchemy potentially tipping the balance of power.
Zone 666, once seen as a place of despair, had now become a stage for calculated ambition. Every death, every alliance, every betrayal shaped the future of those trapped within its borders. As night fell and Shelters remained vigilant, the inhabitants of this forsaken land prepared for the next wave of challenges.
And in this world where life was cheap, strategy and cunning reigned supreme. Each decision mattered, each ally could become a cornerstone or a liability, and the faint glimmer of opportunity could vanish in the blink of an eye. Mickey had fallen, but the game continued.
Roy, with his keen mind and calculated approach, watched carefully as his plans unfolded. Every sniper, every informant, every recruited ally added layers to his growing influence. He knew that survival wasn't about brute force alone—it was about precision, patience, and foresight.
Eile Ell cleaned her weapon quietly, her eyes scanning the horizon. Rogers prepared supplies and potions, anticipating future battles. Arya remained elusive, but her potential made her a target that could not be ignored. Together, they formed a team that could navigate the treacherous environment of Karim Continent far more effectively than Mickey ever could.
The night was silent, but the tension in Zone 666 was palpable. Each player, aware of the stakes, waited for the next move. And in a world where death could strike without warning, only those who combined talent, strategy, and adaptability could hope to survive—and thrive.
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Roy looked out from his Shelter, thoughtful. The landscape of opportunity and danger stretched endlessly before him. Every plan, every recruitment, every action mattered now more than ever. Mickey's ambition had ended abruptly, but for those who learned from his mistakes, the path forward remained open.
In this unforgiving land, power was not given—it was seized. And those who wielded it wisely could shape the fate of Karim Continent itself.
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