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[Chat]:[Tactics]: Maverick's plan is insane. He's using the Idol as a turret!
[Risk]: If the Assassin looks at the map, Maverick is dead. He's unprotected.
[Inventory]: He has one bullet and a knife that was just in his butt. This is not a loadout, this is a cry for help.
[Climb]: Run, Maverick, run!
Maverick's plan was simple, reckless, and desperate.
Elizabeth Bathory, though drained of mana, could still pull a trigger. He had propped her up in the window with his submachine gun and told her to "make noise."
As the grenades went off, Maverick smashed through the back window and leaped into the alleyway.
He checked his mini-map. The red dot of the Assassin was still focused on the front of the building. Monkey on the tower was focused on the smoke.
"I'm in," Maverick whispered.
He sprinted toward Fuyuki Tower. His inventory was pathetic:
Thompson Contender (Handgun) - Ammo: 1 Round.
Rusty Dagger (Melee) - Condition: Used (removed from butt).
"One shot," Maverick muttered, ignoring the burning pain in his glute. "I have to make it count."
He reached the base of the tower and began to climb the maintenance stairs. His bare feet slapped against the metal grating.
Location: Fuyuki Tower (Rooftop)
Monkey's ears twitched.
He heard it. The rhythmic clang-clang-clang of footsteps on metal.
"He's coming up," Monkey hissed.
He dropped his sniper rifle. It was useless at close range. He pulled a compact SMG from his trench coat.
He backed into the corner of the observation deck, aiming the gun at the top of the stairs. His heart hammered against his ribs.
Clang... clang...
Then, silence.
The footsteps stopped just below the final landing.
The wind howled through the steel girders. The silence stretched out, heavy and suffocating.
"Come out!" Monkey shouted, his voice cracking. "I know you're there! Show yourself!"
Nothing.
Monkey's hands began to tremble. "I'm warning you! I have an automatic weapon!"
Thud.
A soft sound came from behind him.
Monkey spun around.
Maverick hadn't come up the stairs. He had climbed the outer scaffolding, shimmying up the support beams like a spider, and flipped over the railing behind Monkey.
Maverick raised the Thompson Contender.
"Surprise."
BANG.
The gunshot was deafening. The magical bullet tore through the air.
But Monkey had flinched.
The bullet didn't hit his head. It punched through his shoulder, spinning him around.
"GAH!" Monkey screamed, dropping his SMG.
Maverick's face fell. "Damn. I missed the crit."
He was out of ammo. He drew the Rusty Dagger.
Monkey scrambled back, clutching his bleeding shoulder. He looked at Maverick—naked, holding a knife, eyes wild.
"You missed!" Monkey laughed hysterically. "You missed your one shot!"
"I don't need bullets to kill a camper!" Maverick roared.
He activated his trump card.
"Time Alter: Quintuple Accel!"
His heart rate spiked to 300 beats per minute. The world slowed to a crawl. He lunged forward, moving faster than the eye could follow.
Monkey saw the blur. He panicked.
"You think you're special?!" Monkey screamed. "I have the same character! I can do that too!"
Monkey activated his skill.
"Time Alter: Quintuple Accel!"
Maverick froze mid-lunge. He braced himself for a high-speed knife fight.
SPLAT.
There was a wet, crunchy sound.
Monkey didn't move fast. He didn't move at all.
His body simply... burst.
Blood sprayed everywhere like a popped water balloon. Maverick was instantly coated in red pixels.
"..."
Maverick stood there, knife raised, covered in "ketchup."
"Uh?" Maverick blinked.
Monkey's avatar collapsed into a heap of polygons.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[PLAYER ELIMINATED: MONKEY]
[CAUSE OF DEATH: SUICIDE (MAGICAL BACKLASH)]
Maverick wiped gore from his eyes. "He... he killed himself?"
Location: Real World (Monkey's Studio)
Monkey stared at the "GAME OVER" screen.
He ripped his VR headset off and threw it across the room.
"BUG!" Monkey screamed at his camera. "TRASH GAME! GARBAGE!"
[Chat]:
[LUL]: HE POPPED!
[Explosion]: HE LITERALLY EXPLODED!
[Bug]: FIX YOUR GAME, SILVERWOOD!
[Refund]: I want my money back!
Monkey raged. "Why did his acceleration work, but mine blew me up?! It's unfair! It's a glitch!"
Suddenly, a donation message floated across the screen, highlighting a comment from a "Lore Expert."
[Fate_Nerd]: "Monkey, you idiot. Time Alter places immense strain on the body. Double is safe. Triple is dangerous. Square is lethal without a healing factor (Avalon). Quintuple Accel guarantees death if you don't have specific buffs or magical defenses. Maverick probably has a relic or a buff you don't know about. You basically committed suicide by overclocking your heart."
Monkey read the comment. He froze.
"Wait," Monkey whispered. "So... I just heart-attacked myself to death?"
[Chat]:
[Science]: PHYSICS, SON!
[Lore]: You didn't read the manual!
[Embarrassing]: You copied the pro move without having the stats for it.
[Darwin_Award]: Congrats on the self-own.
Location: Fuyuki Tower (Rooftop)
Maverick stood over the remains of his enemy.
"Well," Maverick shrugged. "A win is a win."
He looted Monkey's body, picking up the Sniper Rifle, the SMG, and—most importantly—a pair of Trousers.
"Finally," Maverick sighed, pulling on the pants. "Pockets."
He walked to the edge of the tower and looked down at the city.
The mechanical army was marching from the temple.
The Archer Lu Bu was still somewhere nearby (Monkey's death didn't unsummon him immediately, he would fade soon unless he had Independent Action).
And somewhere out there, Cipher was plotting revenge.
"Okay," Maverick racked the slide of the SMG. "Who's next?"
[Chat]:
[Drip]: HE HAS PANTS!
[Upgrade]: Maverick is fully geared now!
[Sniper_Mav]: Oh no. Maverick with a sniper rifle? We're doomed.
[Lu_Bu]: Wait, if Monkey is dead... Lu Bu is a free agent? Or does he disappear?
[Independent_Action]: Archers have Independent Action. Lu Bu can stay for a while! He's a rogue boss now!
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