D1V1N3 Gamer chapter 1

Raw chapter for this, it has been lightly edited by Error25, one of my patron and beta reader I discuss a lot with, he is also the one who caused me to be inspired and write a gamer story.

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Chapter 1

My eyes opened slowly and with difficulty. I saw that I was floating into some kind of tank with pink water, I could see the distorted exterior of the tank I was in. I looked around myself and there were machines around the tank holding me. I was into some kind of narrow space. I didn’t expect that I would find myself in this situation; and the fact that I am in a tank told me that I may not be a Kryptonian survivor but the clone of one? I hope that I am not like Connor Kent or Galatea.

Don't tell me the Gamer system interpreted my choices and used what was already there on the planet and…? I looked at my hands, they were so little, was I still a kid in development in the tank? It seemed so.

Ding!!

The noise of a bell rang in my head and a screen popped up before my eyes, as I read it I couldn't help but panic.

Emergency Quest: Escape!!!

Objective 1: Escape your tank
Objective 2: ???
Objective 3: ???
Objective 4 (optional): ???
Objective 5: ???
Objective 6: ???

Reward: ??? ; 1000 Contribution Points.
Failure: Brainwashing (Super bad), enslavement (Slave Leia cosplay for real), loss of free will (That booty is in danger).

Well… shit. Really system? This wasn’t what I wanted to wake up to! The one giving the quest was such an asshole…

I sighed internally, made a fist and cocked my arm and punched on the glass of the tank. To no effect… my fist rebounded on the glass. *The fuck? Wasn’t I supposed to be a Kryptonian?* Then I thought about something and brought up mentally my Status window and I began to understand how.

Character Sheet
Name: Céleste
Race: Kryptonian
Title : The Gamer
Stats
EN: F (Solar Starved*)
CON: F (Solar Starved)
STR: F (Solar Starved)
DEX: F (Solar Starved)
MAN: F
INT: F (Solar Starved)
WIS: F
LUK: F (Solar Starved)

*You are weakened by the lack of sunlight at your emergence point in the world

Of course, it all happened because of my weakening my attributes… If I knew where I would land once I reincarnated, I would have chosen another path. Hindsight is 20/20 like they say. Still I calmed down and thought about what I could do, then I had an idea.

*Observe.*

Clone tank of subject D1V1N3
Origin: Genetic template of Karen Starr (That’s your mama)
Creator: Thaddeus Sivana, Sr.
Description: Subject D1V1N3 was created by Doctor Sivana at the behest of Maxwell Lord, using the DNA of Kryptonian refugee Kara Zor-L (Karen Starr).

*When it rains it pours…*

So the Gamer did really take into account how I look and the weakening of my attributes and stuffed me in a clone of Power girl. Be careful what you wish for, they said… but fine, I will roll with it like usual. Okay, now let's test if my idea has merits. I raised my hand and touched the reinforced glass of the tank and thought loudly about storing it into my inventory. One moment it's here, and one moment the tank seemed to get sucked into some kind of space and...

Thump! I fell on the floor and then I began coughing and puking that pink water I was in. For over thirty second I emptied my lungs of the liquid that had seemed to replace oxygen for me to breathe. After that ordeal, I looked around me, wiped my eyes and then noticed that I was in some kind of container with a lot of medical implements and computers. I felt completely exposed and ill at ease… well I was kinda naked right now.

Ding!

Another notification from the system, but this time it’s the emergency quest updating.

Story Quest: Escape!!!

Objective 1: Escape your tank (Complete)
Objective 2: Find out where you are and look for clothes
Objective 3: ???
Objective 4 (optional): ???
Objective 5: ???
Objective 6: ???

Reward: ??? ; 1000 Contribution Points.
Failure: Brainwashing (Super bad), enslavement (Slave Leia cosplay for real), loss of free will (That booty is in danger).

Fine, I will system. *Clothes, clothes. My kingdom for clothes.* I had no other choices than to venture out of the container I was in. But from what I felt from that rolling sensation, I think that I am on a boat of some kind. Before that, I decided to ‘acquire’ all the equipment in the shipping container, at least to deny that asshole Maxwell Lord everything concerning me. Walking toward the door of the shipping container, I tried to open them and understood that they were locked.

Sighing, I decided to repeat the trick with my inventory from earlier by touching the door and voila I was outside naked under a storm it seemed. It was night, and the rain and wind were pretty violent, fortunately I used a shipping container to shield myself from the wind. Looking around me I saw that there was a maze of shipping containers, then it clicked.

I was on a boat, a cargo ship. “It's time to look for clothes…”

I froze when I heard my voice.

“Woah, my voice is so childish.” I frowned as I heard myself say this.

As I look at myself I observe that I have long wine colored hair and a little body. I think that my body development is between six to eight years old… let's say I am eight, yeah… I will look for a mirror later, now it is time to pop open those shipping containers.

Hmm… *Hey system, do you think I can open those containers in my inventory?*

Opening my inventory window I could see that my clone tank, shipping container and the medical gear monitoring me was stored into a grid full of slots. The system's only answer was this:

Loading loot box module…

Loading complete

Wow that surprised me, after the usual rush of information, I understood how this worked. So apparently I could open the containers by converting them to loot boxes after storing them in my inventory. I laughed at that, this is so damn convenient. After walking to the containers on my right, I touched the green one that wasn't stacked with another container, stored it in my inventory and watched as the system converted the container into a loot box. On my screen it looked like a loot box from that fps game called Overwatch.

The loot box opened at my prompting and I was surprised to see that it contained weapons and kits. A lot of pistols and the things needed to take care of them.

Looted:
25x HK VP9 [Rank F]
5x FNH USA FNX Pistols [Rank F]
30x Suppressors [Rank F]
25x Gun cleaning kit [Rank F]
30x Laser sight [Rank F]
100x Gun parts [Rank F]
10x Armored carbon nanotubes suit [Rank E]
10x tactical glove [Rank E]
10x tactical boots [Rank E]
10x tactical belt [Rank E]
100 liters Gun oil [Rank E]
30x Rifle ammunition case
20x pistol 9mm ammunition case

That’s awesome! I was so excited that I began to run around taking shipping containers into my inventory before Gamer’s Mind forcefully cooled my feelings. Okay, system I will calm down. I hid behind one of the containers at the bow of the cargo ship. I decided to put on one of the suits I obtained while worrying if they would fit me.

“Status.” I said aloud.

Character Sheet
Name: Céleste
Race: Kryptonian
Title : The Gamer
Stats
EN: F (Solar Starved*)
CON: F (Solar Starved)
STR: F (Solar Starved)
DEX: F (Solar Starved)
MAN: F
INT: F (Solar Starved)
WIS: F
LUK: F

*You are weakened by the lack of sunlight at your emergence point in the world

Equipment
Head:
Chest:
Right hand:
Left Hand:
Waist:
Feet:
Accessories :

0% protection

Okay, just like in black desert but at the same time not similar at all. I looked into the slots of my inventory and saw the carbon nanotube armored suit, it offered better protection than expected. Then I clicked on it with my mind and placed it on the chest slot in the equipment screen.

Do you wish to equip this item?
Y/N

I clicked yes. With a soft flash of light, the carbon nanotubes suit appeared on my little body and like a miracle, it fit my body perfectly. The Gamer system was absolute bullshit, I think it was due to the Gamer’s body skill. The suit covered my body from my torso to my feet and counted as a single article of clothing on the equipment screen. I clicked on the tactical boots, gloves and belt.

Equipment
Head:
Chest: Tactical suit [Rank E]
Right hand: tactical glove [Rank E]
Left Hand: tactical glove [Rank E]
Waist: Tactical belt [Rank E]
Feet: tactical boots [Rank E]
Accessories :
Weapon:

50% Protection

Tactical suit set [Rank E] Effect : +50% protection

“Sweet.” I said as I noticed how my constitution attribute was raised. It was now at Rank F++, I was now seeing how this was working so far. The stat boost from the equipment set affects my attributes; what happens if I get one of the weapons. On the tactical belt I was seeing a holster for a pistol, I decided to take one from the inventory and equip it.

HK VP9 with Suppressor-Ready [Rank F] equipped

“Oh, it brought my Dex to F+.” The gun was in my hand and there was a slot on the equipment screen where it asked me to place the ammunition for it inside. I licked my lips and started to open the ammunition cases for pistols and placed the stacked bullets pile icon that appeared in a new slot in the inventory inside the ammunition slot.

The weapon was set to never have to get reloaded from what I understood. “The Gamer is bullshit.”

I frowned when I clicked with my mind on the VP9 pistol, multiple options appeared.

Customize weapon
Enhance weapon
Unequip Weapon
Destroy Weapon

“Interesting.” I said as I noticed that a module to customize the pistol appeared.

Not wanting to tarry too much, I let those questions I had for later and proceeded to acquire more shipping containers until the entire top of the ship was completely empty. Thanks to this, I was now aware that the vessel was called the ‘Selfishness’ and it made me laugh. It was at this point that with a ‘Ding!’ the notification of the quest system signalled an update.

Emergency Quest: Escape!!!

Objective 1: Escape your tank (Complete)
Objective 2: Find out where you are and look for clothes (Complete)
Objective 3: Eliminate everyone on the ship (0/25 crew) (0/1 VIP)
Objective 4 (optional): ???
Objective 5: ???
Objective 6: ???

Reward: ??? ; 1000 Contribution Points.
Failure: Brainwashing (Super bad), enslavement (Slave Leia cosplay for real), loss of free will (That booty is in danger).

Mini map module unlocked!

Loading…

Loading complete

Selfishness top side map

An opaque rectangular screen deployed before me, showing my current position and the starboard of the ship. There was red coming toward me. My Gamer system doesn't allow me any time to adapt to the changes...

*Ok, I see… this is the moment where I start massacring others.* I told myself.

But is it ethical to kill someone in self-defense? My instinct was yes at first, but the more I thought about it the more I was reluctant. However, if I do nothing I will get brainwashed and enslaved by the guy who commissioned my creation, the people on this ship clearly worked for him. I took my pistol from its holsters and saw the guy coming toward me and raising a rifle at me. He was covered in the same suit as me but he had infrared goggles on his face.

Thanks to my previous experience in my last life I knew how to fire a gun. What? You think living the life of a stylist is easy? I had so many death threats targeted at me...

I fired two times, targeting his lower body in the groin. The man let go of his rifle, folded in pain and was holding onto his crotch with one hand while I ran toward him at full speed. I tackled him and stuck the end of the pistol suppressor under his naked chin and pulled on the trigger.

You obtained:

25 CP

(1/25 crew)

Night vision goggles

1x M4 rifle with laser sight

Skill Gun Mastery [Rank F]

Skill Sharpshooting [Rank F]

Adrenaline coursed through me and I felt nauseous by what I just did but I forced it down or at least my Gamer’s mind skill did it for me and its soothing effect flowed through me. Deciding to hide the body, I pulled the cadaver toward the starboard of the ship and threw it overboard. I heard a splash after two seconds; the ship was rocking violently because of the huge waves, but it didn’t bother me.

Finally looking at the new skills I obtained, I smiled at them, at least something good came out of it. Opening my inventory, I equipped the night vision goggles, they appeared on top of my head. Then everything went green and I could see around me even better. I began walking toward the accommodation part of the ship and started sneaking between the shipping container I had left to obscure the sight of anyone watching.

I used the mini map to avoid those people in black suits that were patrolling the ship. Thanks to my little stature, I could hide behind the ventilations tubes and crates on the way. Those people weren’t tidy at all, I killed my second man by ambushing him behind a container and shooting him in his face. I got the same type of reward, 25 CP, the weapons and night vision gear. I put the guard’s body into my inventory as it was no longer alive, it counted as an item; it was good to know.

It became a dance between us, I avoided the guards and I kept killing them, while obtaining new gear and loot. I obtained a new title when I killed someone by dropping on them from a container’s roof and breaking their neck black widow style with my thighs. The more I killed, the more desensitized I became; there was still a little voice in my mind crying out that it was wrong, but when the alternative was being turned into a slave for a depraved man who fancy himself as a Bond Villain? I would kill hundreds to stay free.

You obtained:

25 CP

(10/25 crew)

1x M4 rifle

5x garrote wire

3x Flash grenade

Skill: Assassination [Rank F]

New title gained
Deadly Koala
Due to you being five foot five or less, weighing underneath one hundred pounds, this title shall increase your assassination odds by 30%.

*I think I am being trolled by the system.* I thought while equipping the title.

This title was only going to be useful while I am a kid? How troublesome. Anyway, I have obtained 250 Contribution Points in total, what can I buy with this much? Can I raise one of my attributes with it? I received a rush of information from the Gamer System and the answer was a “Yes and No” one, I could use CP to raise my Rank, but the higher the rank, the more CP it demanded, training, studying and doing things and quests reward were the best way to raise my rank with how my Gamer System was set up.

I didn’t jump and raise my attributes yet, I want to save up and at least reach rank E in everything. Looking at the mini map, I understood that I killed everyone on the ship’s topside. Avoiding being seen by hiding behind the ship’s vents I advanced to the accommodation until I reached an unguarded door. I entered and the mini map’s fog of war receded.

*It’s time to put the fear of Rao into those godless men.* I stepped into the dark, maybe some sabotage was needed.

----D1V1N3----

(Dr Thaddeus Sivana Sr.)

A short balding man in a blue buttoned up shirt and black pants was sitting before his computer screen, furiously typing on the keyboard. He was focused on streamlining the cloning process for the creation of any future assets that his investor wished. Project D1V1N3 was coming along well, there was no degeneration in the DNA of the subject developing. *We won't have another failure like Bizarro at Cadmus.*

Sivana owed this to his benefactor, to have a quality product after saving him from Intergang’s clutches. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice that one of the guards from his protection detail was behind him. The guard poked his shoulder and said, “Sir, could you come with me?”

The doctor jumped out of his chair, surprised by the other man. After this brief scary moment, doctor Sivana glared at the man, he had given precise instructions about not interrupting him, and to do so only in case of an emergency or risk of death. “What’s happening?”

The guard was wearing one of those black suits with military gear like all the one Sivana had seen guarding him and the cargo. The man ignored the doctor’s glare, then put his goggles on his forehead and looked into the doctor’s eyes. “We have a situation.”

Sivana rolled his eyes. “Of course you have, you wouldn’t be interrupting me if that wasn’t the case. What’s happening then, pirates?”

It was actually a pretty good question as pirate attacks were now something happening all over the globe, they were often black mercenary outfits doing that job for others wishing to tank a cargo company or intercept specific shipments.

“Half the guards topside of the ship have disappeared, sir.” The guard said gravely.

Fear seized the doctor’s heart, he awkwardly straightened the glasses on his nose. "That’s not good…"

The guard gave him a look that told him 'no shit' and was about to say something when the crackle of his radio interrupted him.

[Agent 9 to Overseer, we have lost two more.]

Putting a finger on the switch of his radio, the man answered with, “Copy that Agent 9, look for who it is but be careful and move in groups.”

Meanwhile, Sivana closed his laptop computer and put it in its armored case. With some of his papers when he heard and felt an explosion shaking the ship even in the private luxury cabin they were in. The doctor turned toward the man guarding him, “What the hell is going on?!”

The guard’s expression was now downright panicked, his hands were on his M4 rifle, turning off the safety, he turned to the doctor and made him sign to hurry up. “Sorry doc, it seems that we are being attacked by someone, they took out the communication first, emptied the armory and started picking us off in the corridors and the cargo holds. We must secure you in the panic room while we are taking care of the situation.”

Sivana nodded, not wanting to make the man’s job more difficult. “Very well, at least let me take my laptop.”

The guard raised a finger. “Only the laptop.”

“Fine!” Sivana said as he took the laptop's case.

The guard then pulled him out of the office space of the cabin and walked him to the richly decorated living room. They stopped before a statue of Hades, the guard turned the shield ten degrees on the right and with a mechanical sound, a thick metal armored door opened in the wall between a pair of weapons and a Picasso painting.

Sivana was the first to enter while the guard covered him. They ended up inside and they closed the armored door with a clang, it locked up. The panic room was circular, inside was a sofa in the middle of the room, two beds on the far right, a kitchen and a bathroom complete with toilet. Enough to survive a siege.

The guard was the first to use the giant screen and the computer station that formed a makeshift surveillance system. He couldn't raise anyone anymore on the radio as much as he tried. The doctor and the guard became scared when they saw someone of little stature pulling a body behind them as they entered the cabin where they had been previously. The attacker was barely 1, 20 meter and looked skinny, he or she also clearly looked around for them.

They let go of the body and began searching the cabin until they stopped smackdab before the door of the panic room. They became nervous when the attacker didn't move from this spot. Somehow they knew where they were.

Doctor Sivana was the first to ask, “Do you think this is the League of Shadows? Only them and the Justice League let kids on dangerous missions…”

The attacker was clearly a child, a dangerous one and it meant either the league had sent one of their most promising trainees or this was some kind of military operation using some kind of super soldier program and they were used as training for their new assets.

The guard shook his head. “No, I don't think so, our employer would have warned us, he has infiltrated both organizations.”

Sivana opened his eyes wide as he looked at the kid who suddenly lost interest in the hidden door and turned his or her attention to the cabine's furniture. “I see… w-what  are they doing? Did that sofa disappear? How?”

The guard cursed. “Shit. Is that some kind of teleporter or something?”

Their attacker began to make everything disappear in the cabine, decorations, furniture, library... until it was completely empty. Then something weird happened, they took out a cannon shaped object…

“Shit, stay behind me doc!” The guard recognized the weapon the child was now wielding and intending to use.

----D1V1N3----

10 minutes earlier

I looked at the duo of guards advancing toward my position while waiting suspended on the rail with my tiny legs over the pipe with a garrote wire in my hands. When they passed me I targeted the one on the back by jumping on him and strangling him with all my strength. I heard a crack, the other guard heard it too and turned toward us. He fired his rifle and I used the dead one as a shield. When he finished shooting at me, I took my pistol and waited for him to come check if I was still alive.

Steps rang on the floor as he approached, when he finally was in view I pointed the end of my pistol at him through the armpit of the corpse and fired at his center mass and at his rifle four times. It didn’t kill him, the armored suit did it’s job and stopped the bullets from piercing it; still it didn’t stop the kinetic force from reaching his body. I pushed the body covering me, rolled and jumped away when I noticed the man recovering fast and shooting at me.

I dodged and used one of the container chassis as an impromptu shield and took out a flash grenade that I had looted from one of the dead guards earlier. I armed it and threw it at the man’s feet and turned my gaze away.

Flash! An explosion of light was created, I tightened my hold onto my pistol and waited for the light to dissipate and launched myself on the side and then fired at the shadow of the man struggling to take off his night vision gear because of the pain he without a doubt felt in his eyes and I shot three times at the center of his body and his groin. The patroller fell and I ran toward him, tackled him, mounted him and placed my weapon against his face and fired my weapon again.

Bang! Bang!

You obtained:

25 CP

(20/25 crew)

1x M4 rifle

1x tactical knife

1x key to the armory

Skill: Tackle [Rank F]

Skill: Climbing [Rank F]

That was interesting, the more action I did, the more skills were created. It reminds me of what happens in the manhwa of the Gamer. So far all my skills are geared toward moving, killing and attacking. Using a pistol felt better than using a rifle, they were kind of impossible for me because of my stature. So no rifle proficiency skill for me. I put the men's bodies into my inventory and walked furtively toward the bridge of the ship.

I was surprised that no one had heard the cacophony of the fight. Only four people left to kill plus the VIP, I was almost free; but I had to focus and stay on guard, this is DC after all. I am surprised that there wasn’t a super powered guy or gal protecting this cargo ship. I finally arrived at the bridge while dodging the patrol guarding access to it. Looking at the mini map there was one person on the bridge, I silently entered and saw another person wearing the dark suit, with no weapon on him though. I targeted the back of his right knee with my pistol and took one of those combat knives I received in my earlier looting spree with my right hand.

I fired two rounds and saw the man fall on his knee, screaming in pain. I tackled him and sliced his throat like I would for a pig. He began to struggle, so I let him go. The man fell on his back clawing at his throat. I watched as life left his eyes; I felt nothing for him, if he worked for the guy who had me created, he couldn’t be any good.

You obtained:

25 CP

(22/25 crew)

Access card for the communication station

Passwords for the computers on the bridge

Access key to the submarine

Looking into my map I found that I still had time and that the other two crewmen patrolling were still far from me. I took the blue card from my inventory with the label of ‘quest item’ and inserted it in the console with the microphone on it. I started playing with the frequency and turned off the communication console and put two bullets in the screen and, after ripping a panel open, fired several more directly into its components.

After this it was simple to turn on the computers and take what I wanted from it, mainly the shipping manifest, and general data on USB storage devices. This ship was clearly the possession of Max Lord, the guy was rich and powerful, and I wanted leverage if they ever tried to take me by exposing him.

From the bridge she turned off the access to the submarine and then she looked at the GPS unit and saw that they were in the Bermuda Triangle. The destination of the ship was toward the Arctic

“Perfect.”

The date was January 7th, 2011. To me now it was the date of my rebirth, when blood covered my hands for the first time. *Don’t sweat the small stuff, Céleste, it is them or me at this point. Failure is not an option.*

I turned off the computer and returned to my task with gusto. Killing the last two patrol men was an afterthought at this point. They were about to enter the bridge and I ambushed them by hiding in an alcove and shot them both in the squishy parts of their body and shot them each in the head with a second pistol. The loot on them was the same as on the others I killed. Descending toward the cargo holds, I easily found my way to the armory of the ship, after all this wasn’t a normal ship. It wasn’t even guarded, I found the door ajar.

There were a lot of futuristic weapons here on the shelves and special transparent lockers and that made me want to have them all. I gave my Observe skill a great workout.

Portable Force Field Belt

Gravity gun

Rail gun rifle

Portable Laser Cannon

C4

Grenade

Smart Bomb

P90

…

I chose to take everything. Learning how to use those would come later but it was more important to finish off the remaining crewmen and the VIP. Five minutes later, that’s how I found myself inside a particularly well furnished cabin, not at all like in the crew quarter reserved for the sailors slash guards. The walls were covered in a pretty white color and covered in antique weapons and priceless paintings.  Shelves filled with books, contemporary and ancient, were also available here; on some of the furniture I could even see Fabergé eggs, golden statues in the effigy of a man and woman bathing...

Wow, Max Lord has expensive tastes. As an example, look at these:

Landscape with Cottages by Rembrandt van Rijn
Description: A rare Rembrandt landscape stolen from the museum by armed robbers in 1972
Estimated Value: $5 million
Reward for retrieval: $50, 000

The Concert by Johannes Vermeer
Description: The largest art theft in world history occurred in Boston on March 18, 1990 when thieves stole 13 pieces, collectively valued at $500 million, from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum.
Estimated Value: $500,000,000
Reward for retrieval: $10 million

The Saliera by Benvenuto Cellini
Description: a 10-inch gold sculpture made by the 16th-century artist Benvenuto Cellini for King Francis I of France. Not only is this a gorgeous sculpture, but it is also practical; it was made to hold salt and pepper.
Estimated Value: $57 million
Reward for retrieval: 1 million

I was going to take everything and give them back to their owners, a good start if I ever want a superhero career. Scanning the entire place with my eyes, there was no one here. A quick look on my map and I saw two red dots in a dark part of a hidden section. *I wish I had my X-ray vision already.*

For two minutes I stayed before the spot leading to the hidden door that evidently led to a panic room, a fortified room that is installed in a private residence or business to provide a safe shelter, or hiding place, for the inhabitants in the event of a break in, home invasion, tornado, terror attack, or other threat. I guess that in this case I was the ‘other threat’ and I relished in it. Then I got an idea, but I had to secure everything in the room first.

For ten minutes I started taking everything, furniture, decoration, priceless items… until the cabin was completely bare. I took out the most powerful weapon I had at my disposition and aimed at the hidden door. With the observe skill, I read the brief description of the weapon.

Portable Laser Cannon [Rank D]
Creator: Intergang
Description: The Portable Laser Cannon was a heavy anti-vehicle weapon used to decimate enemy vehicles with large, concentrated laser blasts. Due to the terrifying power of the weapon, it needs to first power up a shot for two seconds, and then after it fires, it automatically cools down for another two seconds after each shot, utilizing opening flaps above the barrel to vent excess heat. The battery that's inserted on the top rear of the weapon holds enough power to unleash five laser blasts.

“Bitches love cannons!” I quoted while the cannon charged with a whirring sound, then when the LEDs on the side of the cannon went green, a sign that it was at full power, I fired.

ZAP! BOOM! BANG!

The armored door exploded open due to the coherent beam of blue light of the weapon impacting it. The impressive recoil of the weapon caused me to slide backward on my feet. As I wasn’t an idiot I didn’t charge and enter the room; I put the cannon in my inventory and took two grenades and armed them by taking the pins with my teeth. Then I threw the explosive device into the opened room.

BOOM! BOOM! I heard the twin explosion and the ka-ching sounds of when an enemy dies and it’s time to loot.

You obtained:

25 CP

(25/25 crew)

1x M4 rifle

1x Smartphone

2x Beretta m92

The time has come for me to claim what is rightfully mine. Freedom. Nelson Mandela said: When a woman is denied the right to live the life she believes in, she has no choice but to become an outlaw. What this stunt with the Gamer just taught me on the first day of my new life is: Freedom cannot be bestowed — it must be achieved. I walked toward the entrance of the panic room, avoiding the smoldering debris of the armored door.

The panic room was palatial, but it’s beauty was marred by the scorch marks left by the laser and grenades. The body in the black armored suit told me everything I needed to know. The last guard was dead. Meanwhile a bleeding out balding man was crawling on the ground, leaving a trail of blood. There was an open door leading elsewhere.

*Observe.*

Thaddeus Sivana Sr. [Rank F]
Bio: Scientist and inventor; works for Maxwell Lord and creator of project D1V1N3. Bat-shit crazy asshole who has a hard on against Captain Marvel.
Affiliation: Injustice League Unlimited

I walked toward the man and stopped him from advancing by stopping before him, then I turned him on his back and I took off my night vision gear, placing it on my neck like a necklace. The man looked afraid but as he looked at my face he seemed to recognize me; that’s actually normal, he made me after all.

“What’s up doc?” I asked him with a chirpy voice.

His eyes were opened wide, he had lost his glasses and he didn’t look like much. Then again I didn’t like men a lot, they would have to be special to attract my attention… I preferred to tread the path of flowers.

“Y-yo-you.” Doctor Sivina finally found his voice.

I was taking no pleasure in what I would be doing right now. “Yes, me. Sorry doctor, but some birds are not meant to be caged.”

I decided to test one of the new Beretta pistols I received. As I took it out and started filling the ammunition slot in my equipment screen, the good doctor started to plead.

“P-please, I d-don’t want… to-”

Not letting him finish, I put the barrel against his forehead and said, “I understand, but I want to be free and you still breathing is hindering the process.”

Bang! Bang! I fired three times, blood splashed over my face and my suit. It bothered me; how easy it was to kill someone.

You obtained:

50 CP

(1/1 VIP)

1x Armored laptop

Dr. Sivana’s research on Kryptonian physiology

I searched deep into myself for any remorse about what I’d done and I found nothing. “Sorry, not sorry. But if you want to be free, you have to give up the shit that weighs you down.”  I said in a sing-songy tone.

I wasn’t oblivious to my faults, I was never a good or bad person, I was capable of doing evil as much as doing good, and the previous world I lived in was safer and I contented myself to better everyone around me; but ending up in DC where literal evil was everywhere; well I have to adapt. I swore here to myself that I will take good care of any people I love, but not to give too much of myself as well. I mean look at what happened to Clark or Bruce, they don’t have a life in the comics.

However I couldn’t judge this world with my metaknowledge, it could end up being different after all.

Ding!

Story Quest: Escape!!!

Objective 1: Escape your tank (Complete)
Objective 2: Find out where you are and look for clothes (Complete)
Objective 3: Eliminate everyone on the ship (25/25 crew) (1/1 VIP) (Complete)
Objective 4 (optional): Loot everything on the ship
Objective 5: Sink the ship
Objective 6: Escape with the compact submarine

Reward: ?, ?, ? ; 1000 Contribution Points.
Failure: Brainwashing (Super bad), enslavement (Slave Leia cosplay for real), loss of free will (That booty is in danger).

“Well, at least you have been consistent so far, System.” I said as I realized the daunting task I had before me.

But I got a hint of what I had to do after discovering the bombs in the armory. I spent the next several minutes taking a shower in the bathroom of the cabin and I got a bit to eat too. Mostly two MRE ration packs that consisted of chili with beans, cheddar cheese spread, vegetable crackers, cornbread, pepperoni pizza filled crackers, and lemon lime beverage. My first dinner and it’s military rations, fucking DC. I would have prefered to land in a safe place or be a Kryptonian survivor, but I guess I couldn’t have it easy, huh?

After this, I obviously choose to loot everything on the ship, all the remaining containers, crates and everything not bolted down. You never know what you might need after all. I found shipping containers full of cash and unmarked gold ingots; ten of them to be accurate. I felt that I was going to be really rich. Certainly, it wasn’t enough to stay safe, I needed monetary protection as well. I didn’t have the time to convert every shipping container into a loot box, I would do that later and sort everything that now was mine.

Opening my status screen I looked at the end of it and saw that I had enough to raise my attributes.

Contribution points total:

675 CP

But I don’t know what will happen if I do, so I will do that once I am safe and out of this ship. I emptied the ship and it was actually getting faster, I needed to sink it to not let it ram some other boat somewhere on the ocean. I placed different smart bombs against the hull in the different holds, and in the engine room.

Boarding the secret nuclear compact submarine, I realized that I didn’t know how to use it, but the gamer saved me by showing me the manual at the pilot seat. How to drive a submarine for dummies… really?

Turn this manual into a skill book?
Y/N

I obviously chose yes, and in a flash of light the book turned into a thick yellow colored one and it disappeared into light that connected to my forehead and then… “I know Kung Fu.”

Skill obtained:

Submarine Pilot Training [Rank Max]

Now everything on the dashboard made sense to me, I unlocked the hatch and started prepping the submarine by doing some of the dive checks. It was thirty minutes after finding everything in order that I escaped the Selfish cargo ship and found myself free to do whatever with my life now. The bombs were rigged to explode with a signal from me, and I was ten kilometer away from the ship when everything blew up.

As I watched the ship sink I told myself,  “Maybe my hands were too heavy on the bombs.”

I shrugged and entered the submarine and drove toward the center of the Bermuda Triangle, knowing exactly what I would find here.

Ding!

Story Quest: Escape!!! (COMPLETE)

Objective 1: Escape your tank (Complete)
Objective 2: Find out where you are and look for clothes (Complete)
Objective 3: Eliminate everyone on the ship (25/25 crew) (1/1 VIP) (Complete)
Objective 4 (optional): Loot everything on the ship (Complete)
Objective 5: Sink the ship (Complete)
Objective 6: Escape with the compact submarine (Complete)

Reward: Digital Pixie guide, 12 Beginner skill books, 900 Yang Karma points ; 1000 Contribution Points.
Failure: Brainwashing (Super bad), enslavement (Slave Leia cosplay for real), loss of free will (That booty is in danger).

Just as I read this notification, a blue light shone from the middle of my chest and a ball of light exited from my body. It quickly flew around me and stopped before my face. “Hello, I’m Cortana!” It was a blue fairy like being that looked like a tiny sex pot with glowing wings made of energy.

A/N:  This is my first gamer fic, I hope it was entertaining enough; if you have any advice or thing that you don’t like you can tell me about it with a constructive review; I ignore pretty much any troll.

Skill obtained in this chapter:

Skill: Gun Mastery [Rank F]

Skill: Sharpshooting [Rank F]

Skill: Assassination [Rank F]

Skill: Tackle [Rank F]

Skill: Climbing [Rank F]

Submarine Pilot Training [Rank Max]