[ This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I hope you like it and I would appreciate it if you could leave a comment and tell me your thoughts. ]
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Inside a place that looked like a filthy warehouse, there was a room filled with hospital equipment. In the room, a 24-year-old man lay on a hospital bed. Nothing was left of the handsome face; his body was covered in deep cuts and wounds. It looked as if someone, without caring whether he lived or died, had taken whatever valuables were inside his body.
About a meter from the bed, two men in surgical clothes were standing. One of them glanced over his shoulder at the monitor and saw that the man on the table was still alive — balanced on a thin line between death and life. He turned his head forward again and said to the man beside him, "Despite taking so much from this filthy body, he's still alive — what should we do?"
The other man replied, "I don't care. I took everything useful from him. Whether he lives now or not is none of my concern."
They continued their conversation, placed the items they'd removed from the body on the table, and left, chatting among themselves.
As they walked away, the man on the table began to change: all the wounds on his body, the missing limbs and the cut hair started to regrow. Exactly one minute later, the man on the table opened his eyes.
He immediately looked around and tried to remember where he was. "Damn it — I was heading to my desk to write a novel about Cyberpunk 2077, then I tripped on the underwear I'd thrown on the floor earlier and fell, hitting my head hard. What happened after that?"
As he tried to figure out exactly where he was, a sudden pain hit his head and a flood of twenty-four years' worth of memories struck him, allowing him to process those memories and figure out where and when he was. The body he now occupied resembled his former self from his previous world; the only difference was that this man was more handsome than he had been.
If you're wondering where he was: he was now in the cyberpunk world and had been sold to scavengers by a teammate — a low-rank mercenary. The body's name was Kurt Boz. Kurt looked at the body and saw that it had been fully healed, but he realized that all of the original body's cyber implants had been removed. That implied the body possessed a healing ability or was linked to some kind of system.
He immediately looked around and silently called the system.
Kurt said, "Hey system, are you there?"The system answered, "Yes, host — I am here."
Kurt was relieved to hear this, because in a world like this, without support, anyone raised here would feel like prey. Kurt asked, "System, tell me everything about yourself — what can you do?"
The system replied, "Host, you may call me the Entry System. By logging into the system every seven days, you can receive one or more gifts from multiple universes."
Kurt was thrilled and immediately asked, "System, are you the one who healed me? Can I log in now?"The system said, "Yes, host — the system saved you, and you may log in. All you need to do is say 'Log In' in your mind and wait for the result."
Thinking excitedly, Kurt said inwardly, "Alright then — log in."
Two minutes later the system screen reappeared and displayed what he had gained.
System: "Congratulations — the host has acquired Mechanical Mastery, Battle Mastery, and a Gene Serum from us. Explanations are below."
Mechanical Mastery: You can subconsciously understand how any mechanical device works and form schematics in your mind by imagining what you want. Using these plans, you can build complex devices or weapons from scrap and junk. You can use and construct almost any mechanical device. The user can automatically operate and build mechanical devices with perfect skill, technique, and timing.
Battle Mastery: You can subconsciously grasp all kinds of fighting techniques and warfare tactics, guiding your body with perfect reflexes, strength, and agility. In close combat, gunfights, or complex battle scenarios, you can move with flawless timing and technique. The user intuitively determines the most effective strategy on the battlefield, anticipates opponents' moves, and incapacitates them quickly. You can master nearly any weapon and achieve absolute dominance in unarmed combat.
Gene Serum: The Gene serum elevates all human bodily attributes to their highest natural level. The user reaches the level of a human augmented with cybernetic software implants in terms of muscle power, speed, reflexes, and endurance. Physical appearance becomes healthiest and most flawless.
After reading the descriptions, I immediately used the abilities and a wealth of information flooded into my mind; muscle memory came with it, especially from the Battle Mastery skill. Once the skill fusion finished, I took the Gene Serum from the system inventory and used it. I expected pain, but — unlike in novels — no pain arrived. Instead, a soothing sensation flowed through my whole body and my muscles developed proportionally.
The serum's effect lasted exactly one minute, and when it wore off I came to my senses. I looked around for clothes, gear and weapons to use. In the corner were the old owner's clothes; I grabbed them and put them on. Then I went to the operating table and took a scalpel I could use.
I swore that these scum would not die without pain. The previous owner's betrayal and suffering had come to me through memories. So if the abilities I got from the system gave me a chance for revenge, I would never back down; I would unleash all the previous body's rage.
If you're wondering whether I'm afraid to kill — no, I'm not. Two reasons: first, although the previous body had been a low-rank mercenary, he had killed at least a dozen people and those memories came with me; second, the Battle Mastery ability provided me mental reinforcement for this.
I grabbed the scalpel and slipped into the dark. Before moving, I threw the metal tray from the table to the floor so that if there were any guards, the noise would draw them in.
"CLAT! CLAT! CLAT!"
At that moment, a guard at the door who had been dozing heard the noise through the ajar door. He snapped out of his sleepy expression, looked toward the door behind him, raised his light machine gun, slowly opened the ajar door and entered. He looked at the operating table, but the lighting had been turned to face the door, so the person on the table wasn't visible.
He moved in cautiously, crept to the table, and when he saw no one on it he frowned. Just as he was about to turn away, he felt a pain in his neck; before he could understand what it was, he collapsed to the floor in a pool of blood spurting from his throat. He would never know who killed him.
I crossed the fallen guard, took all his equipment, and grabbed some cash and a phone from his pockets. I checked his weapon and replaced the scalpel with a knife.
I moved forward, peered out the open door, and seeing no one, entered. I saw two people lying there; judging by the table in front of them, they had used drugs and fallen asleep. Without making a sound, I killed them both in their sleep. I continued on and reached the foot of a staircase. From a corner I peeked upward; at the top of the stairs a man was on guard.
I approached slowly, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, slit his throat with the other, and didn't stop — as I dragged him down I stabbed his chest several more times. I went up and looked around: in one corner several bodies were completely disemboweled, everything useful taken from them; those scum had piled the bodies on top of each other like trash.
In the other corner of the room were empty beds. When I saw the woman in one bed, I cursed: she was Gloria Martinez. Damn — she had been even more beautiful in person and was still injured; imagine the rest. I shook my head and forced myself to stop thinking about her beauty and sexy body.
I turned my head to the right and saw another staircase. I climbed those stairs immediately — there was no guard there this time, but voices came from above. I drew near the stair door and listened to the conversation through the ajar doorway. From what I gathered this place was a temporary base for them, and for now there were only ten people: two doctors and eight guards. I had killed four of the guards; two doctors and four guards remained.
That meant there were at least six men on this floor. Before I could act, one of the men shouted — then I knew for sure they'd discovered something was wrong because they couldn't reach their men. While the others waited for orders from him, I grabbed a flashbang from a table below and sent it through the door.
A deafening explosion came from inside. I immediately stormed in with my weapon. Inside, six men were on the floor writhing and cursing, trying to regain their senses. I raised my gun and fired into each of their heads and hearts. Twenty seconds later the gunfire stopped and the curses and screams fell silent.
When I was done with them I didn't linger. From the bottom floor to the top, I tore out and collected everything useful. I made a few modifications to the scavengers' vehicle for Gloria, removed the tracker from the vehicle and left it inside the house, then departed. Five minutes after I left, a small explosion occurred and the entire house collapsed in on itself. I had spent exactly three hours there.
I searched the memories and drove to a garage/warehouse property left by the previous body's parents. It took an hour to reach; when I arrived it was already 18:05. I immediately prepared a place for Gloria inside and left her there. Even though I wasn't physically exhausted —thanks in part to the previous body's memories and the Battle Mastery ability— I had killed ten men that day; while I didn't regret it, I was mentally drained.
So, as soon as I lay down, I fell asleep.