**"Advantages?"** Dean scoffed, eyeing the locked attributes on his **STATUS SCREEN**. The void pulsed around him, as if reacting to his irritation. "You mean like being dropped into random worlds with zero prep time?"
The voice chuckled—a sound like grinding gears. **"Efficiency is key.
Dean's jaw tightened. Ten thousand words? He'd read enough Terror Infinity knockoffs to know what that meant: no slow burns, no filler arcs. Just pure, unfiltered chaos. The screen flickered, updating abruptly.
**STATUS SCREEN**
**Name: Dean**
**Current Objective: Survive Valhalla Drift (00:59:59 remaining)**
A timer materialized beneath the text, ticking down in blood-red numerals. Fifty-nine minutes and counting. Dean cracked his knuckles. "Alright. Let's move."
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The white void shattered like glass, revealing a city skyline gutted by war. Smoldering buildings clawed at a sky choked with ash. Somewhere distant, artillery thundered. Dean's boots hit pavement—real, solid ground—as his **STATUS SCREEN** blazed to life again.
**Abilities Unlocked:**
**- Enhanced Reflexes (Tier 1)**
**- Pain Suppression (Tier 1)**
No tutorial. No handholding. Just the raw, jagged edge of survival. Dean grinned. This, he could work with. A sniper round whined past his ear, embedding itself in the crumbling wall behind him. He didn't flinch.
"Hostiles detected," the voice noted dryly.
"No shit," Dean muttered, already moving. Enhanced Reflexes kicked in—time seemed to slow as he ducked behind a scorched car. His fingers closed around a discarded pistol. Three rounds left. He exhaled. Lone wolf rules: make every shot count.
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The first enemy rounded the corner clad in matte-black armor, rifle raised. Dean didn't hesitate. Two shots—center mass. The third went through the visor. The soldier crumpled. No fanfare, no XP chime. Just the timer ticking relentlessly.
**00:47:22**
He looted the corpse with clinical efficiency: spare ammo, a grenade, and—interestingly—a data chip tucked in the soldier's wrist console. The **STATUS SCREEN** flickered.
**New Objective: Retrieve Omega Protocol (Optional)**
Dean pocketed the chip. Optional meant extra rewards. Or extra traps. Either way, he'd play the odds.
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The next hour blurred into a symphony of gunfire and fractured instincts. Dean moved like a ghost, leveraging rubble and shadows. Enhanced Reflexes made headshots trivial; Pain Suppression let him shrug off a graze to his shoulder like it was nothing. By the time he breached the enemy stronghold—a skeletal skyscraper—the timer read **00:15:47**.
Inside, the air hummed with energy. A massive terminal dominated the room, its screens flashing warnings. Dean slotted the data chip. The **STATUS SCREEN** erupted in gold text.
**Omega Protocol Acquired!**
**Reward: World Jump Token (1)**
The voice purred. **"Efficient. Very efficient."**
Dean didn't smile. He knew the drill—the faster you cleared a world, the harder the next one bit back.
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The world dissolved.
**STATUS SCREEN**
**Next Jump: Crimson Eclipse**
Dean cracked his neck. "Let's see how far I can push this."