The next day there was no tutorial, no warning, no patch notes, just the feeling that the game woke up with a different intention, and Thyatys opens the match in the same way as always: head down, finger quick, mouth ready to curse, and on the screen there's no longer a standard city, no train corridor, no clean laboratory; there's tall grass, strange wind, a somewhat erratic sky, and a silence that isn't empty, it's full of hidden things.
— Thyatys: Hey… where are the zombies, man? This looks like a nature documentary.
— Thyatys: Warzone glitched, now it's turned into Discovery Channel.
— Thyatys: Oh no, relax, relax, there's always something hidden.
Jesus up there doesn't mess with the numerical difficulty, he messes with the concept, because now it's not the dead that rise, it's the living that evolve, it's the creature that was always there, only small, now big, fast, clever, and the map breathes differently, a plant isn't scenery, it's an obstacle, a trap, a hiding place, and the first sign comes too small to scare, too big to ignore: an ant passes across the screen, the size of a piglet, black, shining, its mandibles opening and closing like scissors.
Jesus: Let's see if you respect what you've always ignored.
Jesus: Insects kill more humans than movie monsters, and nobody trains for that.
— Thyatys: Oh, go fuck yourself, that's a giant ant.
— Thyatys: who was the son of a bitch who thought of that?
— Thyatys: Okay… don't step on her, don't touch her, don't let her come near you.
He retreats, he doesn't try to crush because size changes the rules and the ant accelerates, it doesn't run in a straight line, it runs breaking the pattern, it climbs on rocks, it descends on roots, it tries to flank like a trained dog, and Thyatys changes position, seeks height, seeks angle, understands that this isn't a dumb zombie, this is an animal that has always known how to survive.
— Thyatys: ok it's not about killing quickly it's about not letting them get close
— Thyatys: if it bites, it's over, I don't even know what kind of disease that thing carries.
— Thyatys: distance distance distance
He uses the scenario of throwing stones, knocking down branches, creating improvised barriers, not because the game taught him that, but because his brain connects the dots under pressure, and Jesus observes, taking notes without speaking aloud.
Jesus: He respects the unknown good sign.
Jesus: Pride here is a death sentence.
The ant retreats not out of fear, but out of calculation, and calls another, and then another, and the ground seems to move, and Thyatys feels the horde pattern return, only different—lower, faster, more unpredictable.
— Thyatys: Oh no, man, you guys are kidding me.
— Thyatys: This is a swarm, not a single enemy.
— Thyatys: Okay then, fire… where's the fire?
He searches the scene, finds an improvised barrel, finds scattered fuel, uses a spark from the environment to create a line of fire—not pretty, not perfect, but enough to break the swarm's path and gain seconds, and seconds become life.
Jesus: Improvisation under pressure approved.
Jesus: He creates solutions without a pre-made kit.
The map opens up further and reveals other creatures, not just insects; now there's a dog, too thin, too fast, too deep-set eyes, hunting in groups, and Thyatys doesn't treat them like zombies, but like creatures that surround you.
— Thyatys: You guys aren't coming at me head-on, are you, you fucking cowards?
— Thyatys: Okay then, I won't be standing still either.
— Thyatys: always moving, never giving away an opening.
He spins, changes height, uses an abandoned car as a platform, doesn't go into dead spots, doesn't run in a straight line, and Jesus speeds up a little more because he needs to see how far he can go without breaking down.
Jesus: Now, mixing environments also teaches plants.
Jesus: Root binds leaf cuts pollen blinds
A plant bursts forth beside him, releasing a thin cloud that blurs his vision and stings, and Thyatys closes one eye, turns his body, uses the wind against him, doesn't stand still, trying to understand, uses his instinct.
— Thyatys: Damn, now even plants are trying to kill me.
— Thyatys: Okay then, no sniffing anything from now on
— Thyatys: breathe sideways, use wind, damn it, think
He emerges from the cloud without panic, and Jesus confirms the recurring pattern of rapid adaptation without drama, deciding to pull himself deeper.
Jesus: Now complete chain: insect, animal, plant, climate.
Jesus: I want to see your head when everything changes at once.
The sky closes, a short rain falls; it's not clean water, it's heavy, it alters the ground, turns to mud, hinders movement, and insects benefit, and Thyatys changes again, it doesn't fight the mud, it uses the edge, it uses the stone, it uses its exposed root.
— Thyatys: Don't get into the mud, you donkey, learn quickly.
— Thyatys: edge always edge
— Thyatys: let them sink
He gets through another level without dying, without any heroic gestures, just surviving the ugly way, and the game doesn't give medals, doesn't give confetti, just opens up another, even more messed up area, and in the end, when the last wave breaks and the screen stabilizes, a rank appears that he's never seen before: a clean SSS, no critical damage, no death, and he pulls out an earphone, half in disbelief.
— Thyatys: What the hell was that?
Thyatys: SSS I didn't even know this existed.
— Thyatys: the game is definitely trolling me today
And his room remains the same: messy sofa, open can of chips, half-empty water, normal lighting, seemingly normal world, and Jesus decides he's seen enough of the screen; now it's time to turn the tables.
No special effects, no thunder this time, just a presence in the corner of the room as if it had always been there, and Thyatys feels, even before seeing, that weight of "someone's here" that makes no sound, and when he turns his head he sees a guy standing there, too simple for the situation, and that scares him even more.
— Thyatys: Damn, who are you?
— Thyatys: Look, you can take everything except my PC, seriously, don't touch it.
— Thyatys: there's money in the wallet, get it, but the PC won't
Jesus pauses for a second in silence, assessing the subject's priority in the midst of the apocalypse, and almost laughs.
Jesus: Seriously, your only concern now is the computer?
Jesus: Have you looked outside yet?
Jesus: Open the window and see how the world is.
— Thyatys: What's happening outside, man? There's another protest going on.
— Thyatys: Let me finish this match first.
— Thyatys: Oh, okay, damn it, I'm going.
He gets up, still suspicious, glancing sideways at Jesus as if assessing a threat. He goes to the window, opens the curtain, and the world responds unfiltered: empty street, wrecked car, something that was a dog now too big, tearing through trash, insects passing in swarms, people running in the distance, short shouts, dry shots, light smoke on the horizon, and that broken silence that doesn't suit a normal day.
— Thyatys: …
— Thyatys: fuck
— Thyatys: Is this really serious?
He remains silent for a few seconds, trying to reconcile what he saw with what he knows, but it doesn't fit because it's impossible to reconcile, and his reaction is awkward, the way only ordinary people react when the penny drops.
— Thyatys: So… it really is the apocalypse.
— Thyatys: Damn, finally I don't have to work anymore
— Thyatys: I knew this would happen someday.
Jesus blinks slowly, not quite believing the mental image the guy had created of the situation.
Jesus: Is that what you're thinking?
Jesus: The world has ended and you thought about not working.
Jesus: Interesting priority.
— Thyatys: Of course, damn it, I work for a fat guy who exploits me like a slave.
— Thyatys: modern slavery is over now, thank you universe
— Thyatys: I just need to not die and everything will be alright.
Jesus suppresses a brief smile because raw honesty is more useful than fine speeches and decides to get straight to the point.
Jesus: Come on, I'll give you five things, you choose.
Jesus: There's no catch, but it's not unlimited either.
Jesus: choose wisely.
— Thyatys: I can choose anything
— Thyatys: like anything, really, without limits
— Thyatys: because I have some good ideas here
Jesus thinks for a split second, imagining the classic, absurd request for power, and already prepares the standard, elegant "no" response.
Jesus: Within reason.
Jesus: Don't become God overnight.
Jesus: choose tools, not fantasy.
— Thyatys: closed, so pay attention
— Thyatys: I want an XM7 rifle with a SilencerCo Harvester suppressor, XM157 scope, vertical grip, laser, and tactical flashlight.
Thyatys: clean, no-frills configuration, just efficiency.
Jesus raises an eyebrow, not because of the request itself, but because of the precision of the request.
Jesus: To be specific… I liked it.
Jesus: Continue
— Thyatys: Second, I want a silenced MP5 Lachmann Shroud meta rifle with a JAK Decimator kit for full auto, a 114mm Darkstar underbarrel, a DR6 or FTEC for quick ADS, and a stockless stock for mobility.
— Thyatys: without noise, without retreat, without drawing attention
Jesus crosses his arms, evaluating not his fondness for weapons, but the logic behind silence, mobility, and control.
Jesus: You want to live, you don't want to put on a show.
Jesus: point for you
— Thyatys: third modified M1911 pistol, improved sights, clean trigger, good grip, ambidextrous safety, flawless finish.
— Thyatys: a weapon of trust, not of status.
Jesus: A functional classic
Jesus: approved
— Thyatys: On Wednesday I want better vision and hearing, it doesn't have to be x-rays or anything magical, just better than normal so I can notice it sooner.
— Thyatys: reading advantage, not strength advantage
Jesus bows his head because it fits perfectly with what he has been giving to others: small advantages, big results.
Jesus: I've already been doing that with some.
Jesus: You want it at the right level.
— Thyatys: Thursday… infinite ammo rolls
— Thyatys: because then I solve half the problems with a spray.
Jesus stood silently, staring at him for a few seconds, processing the simple, direct, and shameless audacity of asking such an absurd thing.
Jesus: You really don't waste any time, do you?
Jesus: infinite ammunition… seriously
Jesus: Do you want anything else? Hot coffee while we wait.
— Thyatys: if you can, that would also help.
— Thyatys: Just kidding… but think about the ammunition carefully.
— Thyatys: Logistics is a pain in the ass.
Jesus runs his hand over his face, half incredulous, half amused, because of everything he expected to hear, that wasn't the top of the list, and yet it makes sense in the guy's head.
Jesus: I'm not going to give you infinity.
Jesus: infinity breaks the test and makes you lazy.
Jesus: But I can adjust your efficiency.
— Thyatys: What do you mean?
Thyatys: less spending, more results.
— Thyatys: that already helps a lot
Jesus: More than that
Jesus: For every death you cause, you regain ammunition.
Jesus: It doesn't fix the price... it varies between two and five times what you used.
— Thyatys: Wait… so the better I play, the more ammo I have.
— Thyatys: and if I mess up, I'm screwed.
— Thyatys: Damn, that's perfect!
Jesus: Exactly
Jesus: You're not going to shoot aimlessly.
Jesus: every shot becomes a decision.
— Thyatys: Damn... now that's good!
— Thyatys: this is a reward for a good player, not for a crazy trigger-puller.
— Thyatys: I liked it a lot
Jesus: You wanted infinity.
Jesus: I gave you something better.
Jesus: a reason not to waste it.
Jesus takes a step closer, not threateningly, just confirming his real presence, and Thyatys realizes that this is not a thief, not an intruder, not anything ordinary.
— Thyatys: Okay then… who exactly are you?
— Thyatys: because you're not a thief, I already understand.
— Thyatys: and it doesn't seem like a reality glitch either.
Jesus: I'm the guy who tested you all night without you realizing it.
Jesus: And the guy who decided not to give you anything yet.
Jesus: Because you passed by without needing to
— Thyatys: So you messed with the game.
— Thyatys: that's why that unfortunate departure happened
— Thyatys: I cursed you out all night without realizing it, sorry about that.
Jesus: I heard
Jesus: And that's okay.
Jesus: I prefer someone cursing and thinking than praying and freezing.
Thyatys gives a half-smile because it makes sense in his world.
— Thyatys: so what now
— Thyatys: You're going to give me all these things
— Thyatys: Or are there more tests coming?
Jesus: Now I truly begin.
Jesus: You've already shown that you can learn.
Jesus: Now I'm going to see if you can apply it.
He extends his hand, not with exaggerated lighting, not with theatrical effect, just with that weight of decision, and the atmosphere seems to hold for a second.
Jesus: You have a weapon.
Jesus: I'll adjust my sight and hearing.
Jesus: I calibrate ammunition efficiency.
Jesus: The rest... you conquer.
— Thyatys: so let's go
— Thyatys: because I've already seen that standing still doesn't work.
— Thyatys: And I'm not going to work anymore anyway.
Jesus lets out a short sigh, almost laughing at the last part, and turns his face slightly towards the window where the world continues to be wrong.
Jesus: Yes, you will work.
Jesus: Only the type of work has changed.
Jesus: and the boss
— Thyatys: Oh, don't mess with me, I just got rid of one.
— Thyatys: don't come with another no
— Thyatys: what's the workload for that thing?
Jesus: Full-time
Jesus: No vacation
Jesus: And the evaluation is daily.
— Thyatys: at least it pays well
— Thyatys: Or is it just survival?
— Thyatys: why benefits matter
Jesus: pays by continuing to live.
Jesus: And with the chance to keep others alive.
Jesus: This is the best plan you have right now.
Thyatys looks back at the game screen, then at the window, then at Jesus' hand, and sighs undramatically, simply accepting it.
— Thyatys: so cool
— Thyatys: Give me that right now, the streets are waiting for me.
— Thyatys: and I'm already late, it seems.
Jesus confirms with a minimal gesture, and the first change comes subtly: cleaner focus, clearer sound, a sharper edge of perception expanding without becoming a superpower, just an honest advantage.
Jesus: Welcome to your new job.
Jesus: And try not to die on the first day.
Jesus: I don't like wasted investments.
— Thyatys: relaxa
— Thyatys: dying is not in my plan for today
— Thyatys: we'll see tomorrow
And the house ceases to be a refuge, becomes a starting point, and the game that was training becomes a pattern of memory, and outside the world continues waiting, only now there is someone who was prepared without knowing it and someone who chose to prepare knowing exactly what they were doing.
There were the weapons, 5 drums already loaded with a capacity of 100 projectiles each for the rifle at the same time.
Original 1911 magazine and other accessories with 45mm compatible ammunition – 33 rounds / Original 45mm magazine – 33 rounds
Spare magazine with a capacity of 33 rounds, constructed of hardened steel encapsulated in high-tech polymer to protect the magazine and prevent deformation, even when dropped from great heights.
Already loaded
5 MP5 drum magazines loaded with 9mm ammunition.