Level-Up Apocalypse: Surviving With The Assimilation System

Chapter 186: S.O.S Message

Even if it was across the world, it was somewhat relieving to see that people from all corners of the globe still held that kind of hope. After confirming with his own eyes that there was a path to overcoming the looming threat over the city, he returned to the suite exclusive for him and his companions.

Nikko remained on the elevator as it reached the proper floor, "You can think it over through the night, but I'd like an answer in the morning."

"Yeah, I'll have one for you," Finn assured the engineer.

"I hope you'll make the choice you see is best," Nikko said as he tapped a number on the elevator, bringing its doors to close as it moved.

As he watched the lift leave, Finn found the sound of the television playing old sitcoms playing in the other room, alongside the snores of Jasper still echoing. It was a rather long day, he realized, mostly of hiking, but a lot was placed on his mind with the existence of New Moscow now.

He stood at the wall made up of windows, peering at the cityscape as the artificial sunlight was dimmed to a manmade dusk. Living within those vast walls, it felt somewhat claustrophobic for him. He had become adjusted to walking the world as a free slate, unimpeded by borders or law.

'Having some order now feels…weird,' Read new chapters at mvl

he thought.

Either way, he headed down the hallway, glancing in one room to find Charlotte dozed off on a bed. While Jasper slept on a sofa in the main room, he found his way into a room he chose to claim as his own.

It was rather minimalistic, save for a painting of Rome and a desk outfitted with a couple books and a computer. Seeing the device sitting on the oaken display, he couldn't help but sit at the desk and give it a try.

'Feels like years since I've touched a PC,'

he thought.

A single tap to the keyboard woke up the slumbering computer as the monitor flickered on. Feeling the LEDs against his irises felt the same to him as stepping into one's childhood home after decades removed from it.

"It really works," Finn mumbled.

Scooting the chair closer, he slowly moved his hand over the desk, placing his fingers on the keys of the sleek keyboard. Though it'd felt like so long, he naturally got into the position to begin typing without any need for thought.

He moved his hand to the mouse, moving it over before double-clicking on the globe-shaped browser icon. It immediately brought up the search engine, though he didn't know exactly what it was he wanted to check first.

That decision prevented him from typing a single letter for an entire minute before he checked the most obvious–"

Utube

." Entering it into the address bar only showed up with an error as though there was nothing belonging to that term.

Checking other popular sites–"

Xitter", "Gram", "Faisebook"

--all of them brought up the same, lacking result.

A quiet sigh left Finn's lips as he leaned back in the chair, expelling his disappointment through that breath, "Yeah, I expected as much." He mumbled.

It seemed like any website he remembered was gone, though it was hardly surprising. Though he questioned why computers would be set up if that was the case, bringing him to minimize the browser as he looked around the desktop.

Upon closer inspection, he found that there were applications on the desktop, though they were all in a slavic language. He leaned back, glancing at the window at the decided nighttime of the enclosed city.

A breath left his lips as he found himself not even interested in playing a game if he had found one. Though video games were once a pivotal part of his life, more than half of it, he didn't feel the desire.

'It feels like…I'm not ready to relax yet. Not until the world is safe–not until I can kick my feet up without considering a dragon tearing the roof off will I be able to indulge myself like that,'

he considered.

There were still many questions he had in regards to

New Moscow

, some suspicions of his own, though the only source was his own gut feeling.

'No point in racking my brain on intuition. I don't know if I can fully believe that four-eyes, but at the very least, it's safe for the time being,'

he thought, standing up from the desk as he stretched his arms, readying himself to sink into that comfortable looking bed.

Intending to lay down—

Ping

.

A distinct chime played from the desk as he turned to look at the computer. It caused the monitor that had fallen asleep to flash back on, popping up with a mail icon in the center.

"An email?" Finn audibly wondered.

He sat right back down, clicking on the notification that had planted itself on the screen.

'Likely something from Nikko? Better not be asking me for an answer again,'

he thought.

To his surprise, it wasn't from the engineer, nor was it written in the standard language of the country. It was a messy, jumbled-up message that looked put together in a hurry–

[//

SNED HRLP #sSEND HEKP DISRCT FOUR – GUARD DEAD//

]

The message took a moment for him to understand, though the direness of it was clear as day when reading it.

"Send help, district four, guard dead? Why was it sent only to me?" He wondered, looking at the outgoing email.

It was labeled as the same floor of the building he was staying on, bringing him to conclude every floor had a computer with its own email set up. Still, it didn't make much sense.

'Whoever this was probably just intended to get the message across to anybody in this building, seeing as it's connected to Nikko. They probably want me to relay it to him,'

he realized.

Before that, he decided to try responding to it, typing up a response he felt was sufficient:

[//

What's going on? Are you safe? Where exactly are you?

//]

He clicked to send it out, watching the animated icon of a letter being stuffed into an envelope as another "ping" resonated with the message sent.

For a minute, he sat there, simply staring at the monitor to wait for a response. He began to move with the intent of trying to reach Nikko—

ping.

Before he could do anything, that chime met his ears as he found a mail icon popping up once again:

[

//SEND HELP — PLEASE! MAN WITH A CLEAVER, THINK HE ATE THE OFFICER//

]

–Cleaver?

–Ate?

Reading those words, placing them together, made his blood turn to ice in his veins. He sat there, staring at that message, rerunning the words through his head on the off chance he simply misread it.

'It can't be him, right? I saw him die that night–no, that's not the truth of it, is it? I saw something else happen–something I still can't fathom, let alone explain,'

he recalled that night.

A memory he seldom wanted to explore, though one that surfaced on his mind anyway. Just the thought of it made his heart begin to race. It was a more dreadful feeling for him than facing the God of Heroes—perhaps an irrational feeling, but that one swelled in his chest.

'Even if it's him…I've gotten stronger—much stronger. But, the same might be true for him as well—shit,'

he failed to assure himself.

Considering his options for a moment, he found an application on the desktop with an icon resembling a map. Clicking it brought up the layout of New Moscow from a bird's eye view, with every part labeled.

"District Four, that's…there," he found, looking at the right hand corner of the city.

He had a frame of reference, considering the map showed him his own location relative to where the district was. Securing that information, he got up, checking the other rooms to find that Charlotte and Jasper were still asleep.

'Alright…They're better off staying in here,'

he thought.

Seeing his friends peacefully asleep, the burden was placed on his shoulders as he did not want to disturb that slice of tranquility, even if it was minuscule. Going back to his room, he pressed his hand against the window, forcing it to open outward as a cool breeze was welcomed inside.

He slipped himself out of the window, setting his boots on the small grooves on the smooth surface of the skyscraper. As he stood there, breathing out, he looked over the cityscape with only one hand keeping him from falling into it.

The fear of heights was something that had become lost on him. He still considered it, though it was hardly a factor in his own safety anymore. Across the vast landscape, he set his sights on the direction of District Four, squeezing the handle of his dagger as he clung there, hundreds of feet high.

[

"Orcish Boost

"] [4:59] ["

Supercharge

"]

With the combination of both skills, he empowered his right arm with tremendous strength. His lateral muscles swelled, his tricep flexing and his forearm constricting before he tossed his dagger across the enclosed air–

He waited for the right moment, the exact one as the blade soared quickly before–

["

Blade Warp

"] [Mana: -100] [4400/4500]