Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 160 - 158: Did you fucking give me a chance?!

Chapter 160: Chapter 158: Did you fucking give me a chance?!

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“This is the real Bullet Time!”

This experience instantly ignited Lance’s passion, making him feel that the previous “Bullet Time” wasn’t worthy of being called “Bullet Time” at all!

The false slowdown created by the outside world and the real acceleration of one’s own senses brought an instantly discernable difference in player experience!

However, Level 1 [Assassin Bloodline] could only be triggered passively under pressure, which made Lance eager to increase his skill level quickly.

Leader Sloan was explaining the reason for this phenomenon to Lance-

“Your heart rate exceeds 400 beats per minute, pumping a large amount of adrenaline into your blood, giving you extraordinary vision and reaction speed. Only a very few people in the world have this ability. Your father had it, and so do you! With some training, you can control this power.”

Without any hesitation, Lance agreed and casually took on the honorable responsibilities of “avenging his father” and “eliminating traitors for the organization” just to quickly increase his skill level.

Sloan’s lengthy explanation was stuck in his throat.

There’s no doubt that the higher the level of [Assassin Bloodline], the stronger the effect of “Bullet Time”. This magical experience, similar to superpowers, was irresistible after experiencing it just once!

So Lance didn’t care about the background or the worldview, he just wanted to quickly complete the training and experience what it was like to fight with Bullet Time.

Following the quest line, Lance learned from a series of skilled “Assassin Mentors”.

The specific learning contents were: being beaten up every day by a

“Repairman” dressed in a red shirt, increasing the proficiency of [Barehanded Combat] skill, then being chopped by a fat and strong big bearded “Butcher” to increase the proficiency of [Cold Weapon Fighting] skill.

After soaking in the Restoration Pool to recover, he would then practice shooting with a bald “Gunsmith” to increase his [Shooting Mastery] skill proficiency.

Because Lance had initially accepted the narrative of “avenging his father” without any obstacles, he managed to bypass any plot points related to “finding self-purpose”.

Leader Sloan directly showed him the “Destiny Weaver” and explained the organization’s mission – to execute assassination missions in accordance with the “apocalypse” that appeared on the weaver, achieving the goal of “killing one to save a thousand”.

As always, Lance didn’t question this unreasonable setup and accepted it without hesitation.

– It’s just a game! Any absurd reasoning would work just fine, as long as it gives players a reason to fight, battle, and cause destruction.

So the training sessions included some assassination missions. By combining fixed training and random tasks, the process of leveling up one’s skills didn’t become monotonous.

Of course, Lincoln also harmonized certain aspects of the training content.

For example, the scene where players were beaten up while tied to a chair was changed to a confrontation. Although this didn’t change the outcome of the player being beaten up, at least the player could fight back and not feel stifled.

Additionally, the cold weapon training with the Butcher originally had a gruesome bloody scene. Lincoln removed the thick layer of blood from the floor and replaced it with a dirty floor with some dried bloodstains.

Lance’s straightforward approach inadvertently let him skip many time-consuming plot points.

Warehouse Bird wasn’t so lucky. He was close to catching up with Lance’s progress, but when he was soaking in the Restoration Pool waiting for his body to recover, he suddenly had a thought: How’s my virtual girlfriend doing?

Unable to resist his impulse, Warehouse Bird took an assassination mission as an excuse to go out.

After leaving the Textile Factory, Warehouse Bird didn’t go on the mission, but instead went back to the Initial Cabin and knocked on the door.

To his bad luck, his virtual best friend from the company, Bailey, opened the door, wearing underwear…

-Warehouse Bird was unfortunately caught when his “best friend” was there…

Warehouse Bird was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, realizing he was being cheated on??

“Fuck you!” Warehouse Bird flew into a rage on the spot, pushing the door open and started beating his “best friend.”

The blonde girlfriend, no, the blonde ex-girlfriend, tried to pull him away, shouting at the same time, “This is a misunderstanding! Bailey was just here to borrow the bathroom!”

When she realized she couldn’t stop him, she angrily cursed, “You’re a loser! No, you’re worse than a loser! You’re not even half as good as Bailey! At least he can satisfy me, but you never can!”

“Fuck!” Warehouse Bird fumed, “You didn’t even give me a chance! Just said I’m not enough!”

Enraged, he pulled out the gun from his waist and shot his “best friend” in the thigh right on the ground.

After the loud “bang,” the room suddenly fell silent for a moment, and Bailey, the best friend NPC on the floor, held onto his thigh and wailed in pain. The blonde girlfriend was startled at first, but then screamed in terror and ran away.

“Slam!” With a loud slam, she took refuge in the bathroom.

it’s the third day, and he already knew about the “indestructible” bathroom. He’d seen many hilarious videos of players trying to break through the obstacles and enter the bathroom.

But when this happened right in front of him, he felt a mix of helplessness and anger, trying to console himself, “It’s fake, it’s just a game! Just a game!”

“Just a game. A game, A… Gaming your mom!”

Warehouse Bird shot the NPC best friend on the ground twice more, putting an end to his pain.

Then he looked at the bathroom door and unleashed his firepower until he’d emptied the remaining bullets in his gun.

Listening to the screams in the bathroom, he felt a sense of inner peace returning.

However, this peace was immediately shattered by the piercing sound of sirens outside…

“Damn it!” Warehouse Bird checked his weapons, loaded a new magazine, and headed to the door, ready to face the inevitable battle.

– Being killed by the police would result in a major loss, not only would it randomly reduce the experience of one skill, but it would also directly cause a mission failure.

Warehouse Bird had to break through the encirclement! He needed to hold out for another 15 minutes without being surrounded to clear his wanted status.

Whether he could do it or not, he had already fallen behind Lance in the main storyline.

But right now, he had no mood to think about that. All he could think about was one thing: once I’m offline, I’m going to post like crazy on all the forums I can find!

Lincoln, Cloud Dream, just wait and see, watch me curse you to death this time!