Chapter 1: System Activation The Last Gaming Session
The familiar blue glow of multiple monitors painted Marcus Chen's face in shifting hues as he leaned back in his custom gaming chair, the RGB lighting from his meticulously built PC casting rainbow shadows across his cluttered apartment. Three screens demanded his attention simultaneously: Fate/Grand Order displayed another failed summon attempt on the left, Genshin Impact showed his daily commissions waiting on the center monitor, and Wuthering Waves flashed a limited-time banner notification on the right.
"Come on, RNG gods," Marcus muttered, cracking his knuckles before diving into another gacha session. "Just give me one SSR. One. That's all I'm asking."
His military savings account balance glared at him from the banking app on his phone—a number that had been steadily shrinking over the past few months of "strategic investments" in digital waifus and rare weapons. The rational part of his mind, the part shaped by eight years of Army discipline and structured thinking, screamed warnings about fiscal responsibility. The gamer part of his mind, however, had already calculated exactly how many more pulls he could afford while still making rent.
Just fifty bucks, he rationalized, the same lie he'd been telling himself for the past three hours. I've been good this month. Haven't even touched the FGO banner since—
His internal justification was interrupted by the arrival of yet another craft essence in Fate/Grand Order. The same three-star trash he'd pulled dozens of times before. Marcus's eye twitched as he watched the familiar animation mock him with its mediocrity.
"This is rigged," he announced to his empty apartment, addressing the collection of anime figures that lined his shelves like silent witnesses to his gacha addiction. "The rates are definitely rigged. There's no way the probability math works out to—"
He was reaching for his energy drink when it happened. The room tilted sideways, or maybe his vision did—Marcus couldn't tell which. The colorful monitors seemed to melt together, their light becoming impossibly bright, then dim, then bright again. His gaming chair felt like it was falling through the floor, and the last thing he registered was the sound of his mechanical keyboard clattering to the ground as his hands went numb.
Then everything went black.
Unwelcome Awakening
Consciousness returned slowly, accompanied by sensations that were entirely wrong. The familiar hum of his gaming PC was absent. The soft glow of his monitors had vanished. Instead, Marcus became aware of cold, damp air against his skin and the smell of rot and decay that made his nose wrinkle in disgust.
His eyes fluttered open to find himself staring at a ceiling that definitely wasn't his apartment's smooth white surface. This ceiling was wooden, water-stained, and riddled with holes that revealed an overcast sky the color of old concrete. Drops of moisture fell steadily from somewhere above, creating a rhythmic plip-plip-plip that echoed through what appeared to be the ruins of an old house.
"What the hell?" Marcus groaned, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar in the hollow space. He pushed himself up from the rotting wooden floorboards, splinters catching on his clothes as he moved. His gaming setup was gone. His apartment was gone. Everything familiar had been replaced by dilapidated walls covered in peeling wallpaper and what looked disturbingly like claw marks gouged deep into the wood.
Marcus scrambled to his feet, his military training kicking in automatically. Assess the situation. Identify threats. Secure your position. But this wasn't any training scenario he'd ever encountered. The abandoned house around him looked like something out of a horror movie—broken windows, rotting furniture, and an atmosphere of abandonment that felt almost alive in its oppressiveness.
"Alright, very funny!" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty rooms. "Johnson? Rodriguez? Where are the cameras? You guys really went all out with this haunted house bullshit!"
He spun around, searching desperately for hidden cameras, for some sign that this was an elaborate prank by his old Army buddies. They'd pulled some crazy stunts before, but this... this was on another level entirely. The attention to detail was incredible—every piece of rotting wood, every water stain, every bit of decay looked absolutely authentic.
"Come on, guys!" His voice cracked slightly as the silence stretched on. "The joke's over! Where the hell am I?"
The only answer was the continued dripping and a new sound that made his blood freeze—a low, guttural moan that seemed to come from somewhere deeper in the house. It was followed by shuffling footsteps and the scrape of something being dragged across the floor.
Marcus felt his heart rate spike as his military instincts screamed danger. This wasn't a prank. This was something else entirely.
System Online
A mechanical whir cut through the ominous silence, like the sound of a high-end computer booting up, followed by a voice so cold and emotionless it could have been generated by the most advanced AI Marcus had ever heard.
[MULTIVERSE TEMPLATE GACHA SYSTEM INITIALIZING...]
[SCANNING HOST BIOMETRICS...]
[SUBJECT: MARCUS CHEN - CONFIRMED]
[COMPATIBILITY RATING: 98.7% - EXCEPTIONAL]
[SYSTEM ACTIVATION: COMPLETE]
Marcus spun around wildly, searching for the source of the voice. "Who's there?! Show yourself!"
A translucent blue interface materialized in front of him, floating in mid-air like something straight out of science fiction. The display was sleek, modern, and heart-stoppingly familiar. It looked exactly like the gacha interfaces from the games he'd been playing just... minutes ago? Hours? How long had he been unconscious?
"Holy shit," he whispered, reaching out tentatively toward the screen. His fingers passed right through the holographic display, but it responded to his movements, highlighting different menu options with the same smooth animations he'd seen thousands of times before. "This... this looks exactly like FGO. And Genshin. And Wuwa. What the hell is going on?"
[HOST RECOGNITION CONFIRMED. INITIATING TUTORIAL PROTOCOL.]
The robotic voice continued, completely ignoring his questions. Marcus felt a chill run down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold air seeping through the broken windows.
[WELCOME TO THE MULTIVERSE TEMPLATE GACHA SYSTEM VERSION 2.4.7]
[YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED AS A COMPATIBLE HOST FOR INTERDIMENSIONAL WARFARE CAPABILITIES.]
[CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR SELECTION FOR THE BETA TEST PROGRAM.]
"Interdimensional what-now?" Marcus backed away from the floating screen, but it followed him smoothly, maintaining the same distance like a well-programmed UI element. "Look, I don't know what kind of VR setup this is, but I want out. Take off the headset, end the program, whatever. This isn't funny anymore."
[THIS IS NOT A SIMULATION. YOU HAVE BEEN TRANSPORTED TO DESIGNATION: WORLD-001.]
[CURRENT LOCATION: ATLANTA RUINS, GEORGIA - POST-APOCALYPSE DAY 127]
[SURVIVAL PROBABILITY WITHOUT SYSTEM INTEGRATION: 12.7%]
The clinical delivery of that statistic hit Marcus like a physical blow. Twelve percent. In the Army, those were the kind of numbers that meant you wrote letters home before the mission. The kind of odds that made hardened soldiers go quiet and check their gear one more time.
"Survival probability?" he repeated, his voice steady despite the fear creeping up his throat. "What kind of threats are we talking about?"
[ANALYZING LOCAL ENVIRONMENT...]
[SCANNING 10-KILOMETER RADIUS...]
[THREATS DETECTED: UNDEAD ENTITIES - CLASSIFICATION: ZOMBIFIED HUMANS]
[ESTIMATED HOSTILE COUNT: 47,236 WITHIN SCAN RANGE]
[ADDITIONAL THREATS: MUTATED FAUNA, ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARDS, RESOURCE SCARCITY]
[RECOMMENDATION: IMMEDIATE TEMPLATE ACQUISITION STRONGLY ADVISED]
Marcus felt the world tilt as the implications crashed over him. Zombies. Nearly fifty thousand zombies within ten kilometers. This was either the most elaborate and expensive virtual reality simulation ever created, or...
"No," he muttered, shaking his head violently. "No, this is impossible. People don't just get teleported to other dimensions. That's anime bullshit, not real life. There has to be a logical explanation."
As if summoned by his denial, the moaning sound from earlier returned, louder now and definitely closer. It was joined by other voices—a hungry chorus of the undead that seemed to be converging on the house. Through the broken windows, Marcus caught glimpses of shambling figures moving between the abandoned cars in what had once been a residential street.
[HOSTILE ENTITIES DETECTED. DISTANCE: 15 METERS AND CLOSING.]
[MULTIPLE SIGNATURES APPROACHING FROM VARIOUS VECTORS.]
[INITIATING EMERGENCY TEMPLATE ASSIGNMENT.]
[PREPARING STARTER GACHA SUMMON...]
First Gacha Roll
The familiar interface of a gacha summon screen appeared, and despite everything—the terror, the confusion, the complete impossibility of the situation—Marcus felt a Pavlovian response. His pulse quickened with the anticipation that had been trained into him by thousands of hours of mobile gaming.
[MULTIVERSE TEMPLATE GACHA SYSTEM]
[EMERGENCY STARTER SUMMON - GUARANTEED 3-STAR OR HIGHER TEMPLATE]
[CONGRATULATIONS! AS A NEW USER, YOU RECEIVE:][• 1,000 TEMPLATE CRYSTALS (STARTER BONUS)][• GUARANTEED 4-STAR OR HIGHER FIRST PULL][• ACCESS TO BEGINNER TUTORIALS][• BASIC SURVIVAL KIT]
[WARNING: FAILURE TO ACQUIRE TEMPLATE WILL RESULT IN HOST TERMINATION]
[ROLLING...]
A spinning wheel appeared, filled with character portraits that made Marcus's gamer heart skip a beat despite his terror. He recognized faces from dozens of different games and movies—soldiers, special forces operatives, legendary warriors, and figures that looked like they'd stepped straight out of his favorite franchises.
The wheel spun with hypnotic smoothness, far more fluid than any mobile game he'd ever played. Character portraits blurred past: basic soldiers in simple fatigues, elite operatives in tactical gear, and figures that practically radiated power even as static images. The moaning outside grew louder, joined by more voices and the sound of breaking glass from somewhere nearby.
[CALCULATING PROBABILITIES...]
[STARTER BONUS ACTIVE: +50% CHANCE FOR 4-STAR OR HIGHER]
[BEGINNER'S LUCK PROTOCOL ENGAGED]
Golden light erupted from the screen as the wheel began to slow, and Marcus found himself holding his breath despite everything. The sound was exactly like every gacha game he'd ever played—that distinctive chime that preceded either ecstasy or crushing disappointment.
The wheel clicked past a basic security guard (★ Normal), a rookie marine (★★ Common), a special forces operative (★★★ Rare), before landing on a familiar skull-masked face that made Marcus's heart leap.
[★★★★ GHOST - CALL OF DUTY SERIES]
[ULTRA RARE TEMPLATE ACQUIRED!]
[COMBAT RATING: 2,100 - SPECIAL OPERATIONS TIER]
[RARITY: ULTRA RARE SUPPORTING CHARACTER]
[NOTE: SUPPORTING CHARACTER TEMPLATE - CANNOT EVOLVE TO ✦ UNIQUE STATUS]
[MAXIMUM EVOLUTION: 6-STAR MYTHICAL]
Even in his terrified state, Marcus felt a surge of satisfaction. Ghost was one of his favorite characters from the Call of Duty series—the silent, deadly operative with the iconic skull mask. As far as starter rolls went, this was incredibly lucky.
[TEMPLATE INTEGRATION COMMENCING...]
[★★★★ GHOST ABILITIES LOADING...]
[ESTIMATED INTEGRATION TIME: 30 SECONDS]
[WARNING: INTEGRATION PROCESS MAY CAUSE TEMPORARY DISORIENTATION]
Template Integration
The change was immediate and overwhelming. Knowledge flooded Marcus's mind like a dam had burst—urban warfare tactics that went far beyond his basic Army training, weapons expertise that covered everything from knives to explosives, and an almost supernatural understanding of how to move through hostile territory undetected. It felt like having years of elite special forces training downloaded directly into his brain in the span of seconds.
But the mental changes were only part of it. Marcus could feel his body responding differently, his posture shifting subtly as muscle memory he'd never developed took hold. His breathing became more controlled, his movements more economical and precise. Even his perception seemed sharper, as if someone had increased the resolution on his vision and enhanced his hearing.
Most unsettling was the emotional change. The panic and confusion that had been consuming him didn't disappear, but they were suddenly overlaid with a cold, professional calm. The part of his mind that was still purely Marcus Chen remained terrified. The part that was becoming Ghost was already assessing the tactical situation with detached efficiency.
[TEMPLATE INTEGRATION: 15% COMPLETE]
[GHOST ABILITIES UNLOCKED:]
[PASSIVE ABILITIES:][• IMPROVED STEALTH MOVEMENT - REDUCE NOISE GENERATION BY 50%][• TACTICAL AWARENESS - ENHANCED THREAT DETECTION][• WEAPON PROFICIENCY - BONUS ACCURACY WITH ALL FIREARMS][• URBAN WARFARE EXPERT - BONUS IN CITY ENVIRONMENTS]
[ACTIVE ABILITIES:][• DEATH FROM SHADOWS - COOLDOWN: 5 MINUTES][• TACTICAL MARK - COOLDOWN: 10 MINUTES][• GHOST PROTOCOL - COOLDOWN: 30 MINUTES]
[WARNING: GHOST IS A SUPPORTING CHARACTER TEMPLATE][CANNOT EVOLVE BEYOND 6-STAR MAXIMUM][SEEK ✦ UNIQUE TEMPLATES FOR ULTIMATE POWER]
[✦ UNIQUE TEMPLATES INCLUDE: CAPTAIN PRICE, MASTER CHIEF, SOLID SNAKE, DOOM SLAYER, AND OTHERS]
Marcus felt something solid materialize in his hand. Looking down, he found himself gripping a tactical combat knife that definitely hadn't been there moments before. The weapon felt perfectly balanced, its weight familiar despite the fact that he'd never held this specific blade before. The system interface helpfully displayed its statistics:
[★ COMBAT KNIFE - NORMAL WEAPON][DAMAGE: 75 | DURABILITY: 500/500][SPECIAL EFFECTS: NONE][COMPATIBLE WITH: ALL TEMPLATES]
[STARTER REWARDS DISTRIBUTED:][• TEMPLATE CRYSTALS: +1,000 (CURRENT TOTAL: 1,000)][• STARTER WEAPON: ★ COMBAT KNIFE EQUIPPED][• TUTORIAL ACCESS: UNLOCKED][• WEAPON CARD PULL: AVAILABLE AFTER FIRST MISSION]
Tutorial Commences
[MISSION GENERATED: SURVIVE INITIAL CONTACT][OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE OR EVADE 3 BASIC ZOMBIE ENTITIES][REWARD: +10% TEMPLATE INTEGRATION + WEAPON CARD PULL][BONUS OBJECTIVE: ZERO DAMAGE TAKEN (+5% ADDITIONAL INTEGRATION)][FAILURE CONDITION: DEATH (PERMANENT)]
[TUTORIAL TIP: STEALTH IS OFTEN MORE EFFECTIVE THAN DIRECT CONFRONTATION]
The front door of the abandoned house finally gave way with a splintering crash that echoed through the empty rooms. Three figures stumbled through the doorway—or what had once been human figures. Now they were shambling, rotting mockeries of life, their clothes torn and stained with substances Marcus's enhanced awareness identified as blood and other bodily fluids he preferred not to think about.
The zombies moved with the characteristic unsteady gait he'd seen in countless games and movies, but experiencing it in person was entirely different. The smell hit him first—a nauseating combination of decay and something sweetly sick that made his stomach churn. Their eyes were milky white and unfocused, but they turned toward him with an awareness that was both too intelligent and not intelligent enough.
[HOSTILES DETECTED: 3x BASIC ZOMBIE ENTITIES][THREAT LEVEL: LOW TO MODERATE][RECOMMENDED APPROACH: STEALTH ELIMINATION OR EVASION][ZOMBIE CHARACTERISTICS: SLOW MOVEMENT, ATTRACTED TO NOISE, WEAK TO HEAD TRAUMA]
But as the undead creatures focused on him and began their shambling advance, Marcus felt Ghost's training take over. His breathing steadied automatically, falling into the controlled rhythm of a professional soldier. His grip on the combat knife shifted to a proper combat stance, and his body language changed from that of a panicked civilian to something far more dangerous.
The tactical part of his mind, now enhanced by Ghost's expertise, rapidly assessed the situation. Three targets, slow-moving, appearing to have limited sensory capabilities. The room provided multiple options: a back window for escape, furniture that could be used as barriers or improvised weapons, and positioning advantages near the doorway that would limit their ability to surround him.
I can't believe I'm about to fight zombies with video game powers, the Marcus part of his mind thought with a mixture of terror and surreal disbelief.
Target priority: leftmost zombie, closest to wall. Quick elimination, use body as barrier against other two, the Ghost part of his mind calculated with cold precision.
[TUTORIAL ASSISTANCE AVAILABLE][ACTIVATE GUIDED MODE? Y/N]
"Hell yes," Marcus whispered, and suddenly his vision was overlaid with tactical information that looked like something from a high-end video game HUD. Movement paths appeared as glowing lines, weak points on the zombies were highlighted in red, and his optimal positioning was marked with a green indicator on the floor.
[GUIDED MODE ACTIVE][FOLLOW THE GOLDEN PATH FOR OPTIMAL RESULTS][STEALTH APPROACH RECOMMENDED: 95% SUCCESS PROBABILITY]
A golden trail appeared on the floor, leading him in a wide arc around the zombies toward a position near the broken window. Marcus moved without conscious thought, his body following the path with a fluid grace that felt both foreign and natural. The Ghost template's stealth abilities were clearly at work—his footsteps made barely any sound despite the rotting floorboards, and the zombies' milky eyes tracked slowly past him as if he weren't there.
[STEALTH CHECK: SUCCESS][POSITIONING: OPTIMAL][READY FOR ELIMINATION SEQUENCE]
The nearest zombie was less than three feet away, its back turned to him as it searched for the source of the noise it had heard earlier. This close, Marcus could see the full horror of what the creature had become—gray, mottled skin, fingernails grown long and yellowed, and wounds that should have been fatal but had somehow become just another part of its undead existence.
[ACTIVATE DEATH FROM SHADOWS? GUARANTEED CRITICAL HIT ON NEXT ATTACK]
Marcus activated the ability without hesitation. He felt power flow through him, a cold certainty that his next strike would find its mark with lethal precision. The combat knife seemed to grow lighter in his hand, and his awareness of the zombie's vulnerable points became crystal clear.
He struck.
The blade slid between the zombie's vertebrae with surgical precision, severing the spinal cord and dropping the creature instantly. It crumpled to the floor without even a moan, and Marcus found himself moving before he'd consciously decided to act, the tactical training overriding his civilian instincts.
[ELIMINATION: SUCCESSFUL][STEALTH MAINTAINED][DEATH FROM SHADOWS ABILITY: RECHARGING - 4:58 REMAINING]
The second zombie turned at the sound of its companion falling, but Marcus was already in motion. The golden path updated in real-time, showing him exactly where to step to remain in the creature's blind spot. His enhanced awareness picked up details he never would have noticed before—the slight delay in the zombie's reactions, the way its damaged inner ear affected its balance, the optimal angle of approach for a clean kill.
This time he didn't need the special ability. Ghost's combat expertise guided his hand as he drove the knife up through the soft tissue under the zombie's jaw, the blade piercing into the brain cavity and ending the creature's unlife instantly.
[ELIMINATION: SUCCESSFUL][STEALTH MAINTAINED][2 OF 3 TARGETS NEUTRALIZED]
The third zombie was the largest of the group, and as it turned toward the sound of the second elimination, Marcus got his first clear look at what he was dealing with. This one had been a big man in life—easily six-foot-four and built like a linebacker. Death and reanimation had only made it more intimidating, adding unnatural strength to its already impressive frame.
[WARNING: ENHANCED ZOMBIE DETECTED][THREAT LEVEL: MODERATE][RECOMMENDATION: MAINTAIN DISTANCE - USE ENVIRONMENT]
The golden path shifted, leading Marcus toward a piece of broken furniture that could serve as a barrier. But as he moved, his foot caught on a loose board, and the resulting creak was like a gunshot in the quiet room.
The large zombie's head snapped toward him with frightening speed, and for the first time, Marcus heard one of them make a sound other than moaning. This one hissed—a wet, angry sound that spoke of hunger and malice.
[STEALTH COMPROMISED][SWITCHING TO COMBAT MODE][EVASION RECOMMENDED - ZOMBIE IS 40% LARGER THAN BASELINE]
But as the zombie charged with surprising speed, Marcus felt something shift inside him. The fear was still there, but it was buried beneath layers of tactical thinking and professional calm. This wasn't Marcus Chen, former IT specialist and gaming addict, facing down a nightmare. This was Ghost, elite special forces operative, dealing with just another hostile target.
The zombie's charge was fast but clumsy. Marcus sidestepped with fluid precision, letting momentum carry the creature past him while simultaneously slashing with the combat knife. The blade opened a long gash across the zombie's arm, black ichor spilling onto the rotting floor, but the creature barely seemed to notice.
[DAMAGE DEALT: 45][ZOMBIE HEALTH: 155/200][TACTICAL ADVICE: AIM FOR HEAD OR SPINE]
The zombie spun around faster than Marcus expected, one massive arm swinging toward his head in a blow that would have caved in his skull if it connected. But Ghost's reflexes were faster than his normal human reactions, and Marcus ducked under the swing while driving the knife toward the creature's temple.
The zombie jerked its head back, and instead of penetrating the brain, the knife scraped across the skull and sliced off what remained of the creature's ear. It roared—actually roared—and Marcus realized with growing alarm that the sound was probably audible for blocks.
[WARNING: NOISE LEVEL CRITICAL][ADDITIONAL ZOMBIES MAY BE ATTRACTED][RECOMMEND IMMEDIATE ELIMINATION]
Shit, Marcus thought, the curse coming from the part of his mind that was still purely human. I need to end this fast.
The zombie lunged again, both arms reaching for him in a grappling attempt that would have meant certain death if successful. But Marcus was no longer thinking like a civilian. Ghost's training took complete control, and he moved with lethal efficiency.
He dropped to one knee as the zombie's arms passed overhead, then surged upward with the knife held in a reverse grip. The blade punched through the soft tissue under the creature's chin, angled upward to pierce the brain stem. The zombie's roar cut off mid-sound as its nervous system shut down, and the massive body collapsed backward like a felled tree.
[ELIMINATION: SUCCESSFUL][ALL TARGETS NEUTRALIZED][MISSION COMPLETE: SURVIVE INITIAL CONTACT]
[CALCULATING REWARDS...]
[OBJECTIVES COMPLETED:][✓ ELIMINATE OR EVADE 3 BASIC ZOMBIE ENTITIES][✗ BONUS: ZERO DAMAGE TAKEN (MINOR SCRATCHES SUSTAINED)]
[REWARDS EARNED:][• TEMPLATE INTEGRATION: +10% (TOTAL: 25%)][• TEMPLATE CRYSTALS: +100][• WEAPON CARD PULL: UNLOCKED][• COMBAT EXPERIENCE: +150]
Marcus stood among the bodies of the three zombies, breathing hard but alive. The knife in his hand was slick with black zombie blood, and he could feel small scratches on his arms where the large zombie's fingernails had caught him, but he was intact. More importantly, he was starting to understand just how dramatically the Ghost template had changed his capabilities.
[TUTORIAL COMPLETE][ADVANCED SYSTEMS NOW AVAILABLE][TEMPLATE INTEGRATION AT 25% - NEW ABILITIES UNLOCKED]
[NEW PASSIVE ABILITY: IMPROVED REFLEXES - +25% REACTION TIME][NEW ACTIVE ABILITY: TACTICAL RELOAD - INSTANT WEAPON READINESS]
[WEAPON CARD PULL NOW AVAILABLE][WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUMMON A WEAPON CARD? Y/N]
Marcus looked at the floating interface, then at the bodies around him, then back at the screen. Six hours ago, he'd been sitting in his apartment playing gacha games and complaining about drop rates. Now he was standing in a zombie-infested wasteland, enhanced by the template of a fictional special forces operative, preparing to pull for weapons that would determine his survival in an interdimensional nightmare.
"You know what?" he said aloud, his voice carrying a confidence that surprised him. "Let's see what else this system has to offer."
[WEAPON CARD GACHA ACTIVATED][1 FREE PULL AVAILABLE - STARTER REWARD][GUARANTEED 2-STAR OR HIGHER WEAPON]
The interface shifted to display a new gacha wheel, this one filled with weapons ranging from simple firearms to equipment that looked like it belonged in science fiction. Marcus found himself grinning despite everything—because if he was going to be trapped in a zombie apocalypse with a gacha system, he was damn well going to make the most of it.
After all, he'd been training for this his entire gaming life.
[ROLLING FOR WEAPON CARD...]
And somewhere in the distance, drawn by the sounds of combat, more zombies began to stir.
End of Chapter 1
[CURRENT STATUS]
Active Template: ★★★★ Ghost (25% Integration) Equipped Weapon: ★ Combat Knife (Damaged - 450/500 Durability) Location: Abandoned House - Sector 7-G, Atlanta Ruins Template Crystals: 1,100 Combat Experience: 150 Threats: Eliminated immediate hostiles, additional zombies approaching Next Action: Weapon Card Pull Available
[INTEGRATION MILESTONE REACHED][25% GHOST TEMPLATE - SPECIAL FORCES PROFICIENCY UNLOCKED][NEXT MILESTONE: 50% - ELITE OPERATIVE CAPABILITIES]
[SYSTEM TIP: SUPPORTING CHARACTER TEMPLATES LIKE GHOST ARE EXCELLENT FOR SURVIVAL, BUT SEEK ✦ UNIQUE TEMPLATES FOR WORLD-CHANGING POWER]