'What the heck? I won the round. I don't feel any damage in my organs.'It was at least weird, instantly becoming healthy something was off about this game.

[Your body was dying, still it's not your real body. Players consciousness is moved into new body every round.]

'It's something like virtual reality. Interesting, so I won't die after losing a round.'This thing was important to his decisions in next rounds.

[The death in every round doesn't matter. The most important is winning the rounds. If you lose entire game and your bet was life then it will be taken from you.]

'Good to know.' The opportunity to lose your life in virtual game wasn't good thing.

Joe was in a miserable state, the experience of death and all of this crazy thinsg was too much for his mentality. None ever beat him in real life before, so his body was not ready for any kind of pain. Aron had stronger body and experience of his previous life. 

"THE PLAYERS ARE READY FOR THE SECOND DISCIPLINE! CONTESTANT JOE WILL SPIN THE WHEEL! LET'S HOPE THAT HIS LUCK IS SIMILAR TO WINNER OF PREVIOUS DISCIPLINE! HAHA!" The more gore discipline is the more profit will it bring to the gaming world. Life and death matters were only entertainment for people on tribunes.

Joe was walking in a shaky manner. He touched the wheel and spun it. 

The spinning wheel was slowing down. Aron hoped it wasn't the skull again, these categories are little too deadly.

"WE HAVE CATEGORY!" The crowd was disappointed when they saw a weird icon of the scroll.

"IT'S SCENARIO, BORING !!! BUT THAT'S THE CATEGORY! People were booing him and showing their disappointment.

"ALL OFFENDERS WILL PLAY THE GAME THEMSELVES!"

Entire tribune became deadly silent, these games were freaking dangerous. Aron won due to prediction algorithms and luck. The all other people could only rely on their luck.

"GOOD! LET'S EXPLAIN THE RULES!" 

"PLAYERS WILL BE SEND INTO SCENARIO WORLD WITH A MISSION. THE WINNER WILL BE DECIDED AFTER JUDGING THE PERFORMANCE!" It was a simple explanation, and the category was simple. They will get their mission.

"THE PLAYER ARON IS PHYSICALLY BETTER THAN PLAYER JOE! TO ENSURE ENTERTAINMENT HIS BODY WILL BE BOOSTED FOR TIME OF MISSION!" 

'Interesting concept! 

[The quest was generated. The system cannot display it, as most of its functions are disabled in this world.]

'So you won't punish me for not knowing the goal and not intentionally failing the quest?'

[No. Don't worry, the system is not unreasonable!]

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'Not reasonable my a.s.s!'

He appeared inside of some kind of apartment. On his wrist was a futuristic device, similar to the smart.w.a.tch in the form of a tattoo.

The screen displayed three categories to choose from. 

'Little more advanced than Earth. I can handle it, probably.'

The first was the journal, there was information about mission, target, and opponents.

'His idea wandered to actually appraise the watch'

[???]

'It's working, the level is too low. '

[Mission Goal: Rescue Devon Smith from kidnappers.]

[Desc: Devon was kidnaped by the local mafia, your goal is to rescue him and escort him to the safe place.]

[Opponents: Skinners]

[Desc: Underground mafia related to drug deals, terrorism, kidnapping, and multiple homicides. Their group consists of 5 ranks of hierarchy, the lowest are local thugs and drug dealers. The second level consists of prison escapees and little more skilled individuals. The third levels are skinners and brutes. These are the results of multiple failed drug tests and other experiments. Their bodies are stronger, it's impossible to kill them with simple firearms. The fourth level is made by five individuals, information about them is not available. There is no information about 5th level]

'It's going to be tough. Let's check another thing like missions or shop.'

[Contacts]

He had only two contacts there, distraction and client. 

[Missions]

[Kill the local drug lord! - 50000$]

[...]

[Rescue Rirak of Sanis Clan. - 100$]

The missions related to this particular skinner's base were limited, to two additional mission. The game was about getting points, and doing more mission should make him way ahead of Joe.

His equipment was made from lightweight Kevlar vest, three combat knives and rifle with a silencer. Using rifle was out of option, it's too big to hide and too expensive for an ordinary thug. 

'I have some remaining money. Let's search things about combat and things that could help increase my strength in real world!' This world might be virtual and things couldn't be brought out of this, still learning skills will bring him skills in system. Anything that he read would be instantly imprinted inside of his mind due his perfect memory.

There was bizarre technique on market called Gluttonous Demon physique, like name suggest it allowed user to gain physique of gluttonous demon. Those beast were strong and durable, the only problem was consumption of great amounts of calories. Aron decided to get this manual for a big chunk of his budget and rest was spending on few another weird books. Power Fist was technique used to exert 200% of strength, Meridians and Acupoints was elementary book for acupuncture. His money was fully used, so it was time to proceed with mission. 

He called the distraction team to prepare to strike after receiving the signal. The plan was simple, sneak inside, finish objectives and run away. It sounded like the stroll in the park, and their lair was highly protected by at least 5 3rd level subordinates, talking about lower leveled mobs was futile. There was no information on actual numbers. 

The distraction team was hidden nearby while the boy used the hole in the fence to sneak inside. The first target was stupid thug taking p.i.s.s in nearby bushes. White-haired sneaked at him and thrusted one of his daggers into his throat. It was instant dead, 

During his containment in Death's hand, he learned that every creature has its weak spots. The humankind is full of these spots, starting from throat, eyes, heart, liver and many more ending on the cutting off man's jewels. The throat was the best target for silent killers as the target won't scream because of blood in their throat. Another thing was knowledge about human biology from a previous life. Although, humans in this world or Destia's humans weren't the same as Earth humans, yet the weaknesses remained the same.

[Jack]

[Profession: Fraud, Robber, Rapist...]

The heart and eyes were good too, but there was the protection of bones and if you missed the spot. The target will survive long enough to call for help. The mission would fail at this moment, so Aron didn't want to risk too much. Changing into clothes of a victim was one of the arts of disguise, and the problem was his appearance and physique differed from Jack. There was no other choice, and he decided to try to infiltrate like this.

'Maybe, they don't care.' There was chance that all of them were morons and none cared about appearance of the Jack.

There were two guards at this entrance and few more people wandering around. The person killed by Aron was going to take a p.i.s.s in nearby bushes. The initial goal was complete, the hardest part was ahead of him.

'I hope, that they follow the customs and have proper dungeons underground.' 

The boy was walking, people didn't care much. The first problem was the weird looking guy, that approached him in the first moment, he saw him. 

[Beast]

[Profession: Murderer, Blackmailer...]

'f.u.c.k! The second level, one of the sick psychos. Is my luck so freaking bad?'

"Jack, you owe me 50 bucks. PAYBACK OR I WILL f.u.c.kIN KILL YOU!" Aron became pale, he didn't have any money on him, only knives and Jack's pistol.

The luck was on his side, and Jack had a wallet inside one of the pockets in his jeans. There was more than 500$ inside. 

'Crazy motherf.u.c.ker! Messing with some psycho as small fry! I disguised as r.e.t.a.r.d...' Aron handed one 50 dollars banknote to person and entered mansion with anger on his face.

"HAHA! Good!" Thug didn't care much about things and his attention focused on money inside of his hands. 

'So those people are really morons…' 

After pa.s.sing through, he spotted Drug lord from the mission.

[Richard]

[Profession: Drug lord, Boxer...]

'He is quite a tough one. I need to use smart approach.'

Guy went to the bathroom and Aron followed him. After being sure, that there is none inside. He took out the knife.

Richard was sitting on the throne while doing number two, without worry. Aron entered cabin next to him, and he decided to use the gap between the ceiling and wall to enter Richard's cabin.

"What the f.u.c.k?!?" Richard was surprised and tried to do something but Aron was already slicing his neck with the knife. His clothes got new bloodstains on it, and it wasn't a good thing.

'It was f.u.c.kin messy. Be always cautious the killer might get you everywhere!' a.s.sasins didn't seek glory in their kills, and they had contracts and methods weren't important much for them. Sometimes gaining reputation would make their jobs harder.

The a.s.sa.s.sination in such occasion was extremely popular in the middle ages. Who would expect that someone attacks you in this moment of privacy?

'I need to act fast, and someone will notice dead Richard and they will freaking raise alarm.' Finding dead body inside bathroom or Jack's body in the bushes would immediately make his job hard to complete.

His another mission was to get cocaine for someone, and there were many bags inside of Richard's room. Aron took 2 kg and put it into his small bag. Carrying additional weight around wasn't smart, still he could toss it away in any moment.

The place of where prisoners were held, was small bas.e.m.e.nt few meters away from the mansion's second entrance.

The door opened, there were 4 cells and one skinner playing with a half-dead person. The person had grey skin color and his veins were weirdly green. 

'Human experimentation. Failed one…' Aron observed weird human-like creature and said.

"SSSS! What are you doing here? Do you want to have some fun?" Skinner got excited as there was little border between allies and enemies in his mind. Sometimes, they used low level thugs to appease those beasts.

"I came to deliver the cocaine from Richard." Cocaine from higher ranking boss would be great excuse as took some bags from 

"CCCocaiiine? I diiidn't orddder any... " Creature became angry and looked weirdly at disguised Aron.

"I am only doing my job. Take the thing and let me leave." He handed him cocaine and observed the opponent body. His neck was covered in multiple cuts, yet it looked like they were made recently.

[Necker]

[Profession: Torturer,...]

'I will strike to the eyes when taking the package.'

Necker took the package and Aron immediately struck. The knife pierced his eye, yet he moved and it didn't enter deep enough.

"SSS. I knew you are not a dog of Richard. Your smell is different. Come and play with me!" 

The torturer picked the machete and rushed to him. 

He picked his two remaining knives and started to fight the skinner. Their fight needed to end fast, Roger's footwork was his savior. Kid dodged the machete by a centimeter and pierced the second eye. 

"ARRRGHH! I DON'T SEE! I WILL f.u.c.kIN EAT YOU ALIVE !" Those threats were useless, boy finished him by pus.h.i.+ng knives further into brain. 

'It's dead. f.u.c.kIN DEAD!' He called the distraction and appraised the last victim on the table.

[Nash]

It wasn't any of his targets, he took keys and opened the doors. Devon was a fat middle-aged man with many scars over the body. Aron threw him on his shoulder and opened the rest of the cells.

"I wouldn't recommend that. There is another skinner around. " It was old hoa.r.s.e voice, and the man in the cell had a lot more scars from Devon.

[Rirak]

"If you cannot walk. I won't save you." Aron said and started to leave.

"Who said I won't able to walk. You will fail this mission and die if we leave directly."

Aron looked at him and was confused.

"Besides the skinners, there is a stronger guy around. He is on the second floor. Before we run away, he will slaughter us." Rirak explained with a grim expression.

"I don't care. If I have to die, I will die fighting. Not like a rat in a cage!" The boy said and started a fire. 

It wasn't his business, he gave the chance to these people to escape. It was mostly to make them distract his opponents but still chance was better than dying like a lab rats. One of victims took something sharp and committed suicide. 

"The only way out is through boss's mansion. We can try to escape…" Rirak wasn't optimistic about entire escaping, yet his life sealed.

"Whatever. Let's go!" Most of the people were gun fighting outside so they didn't spot them leaving the dungeons.

They entered the second floor and they were immediately met by a person with curve bow.

"Two rats sneaked into the mansion. I need to punish these trashes under me!" Disgust and irritation were only emotions on person's face.

Aron threw Devon on the ground and took out his daggers. Rirak could use only Skinner's machete as weapon. There was no point in complaining, it was sharp and durable. 

Swis.h.!.+ Man shot an arrow straight into Rirak, but man deflected it without effort.

"This is too slow. Stop wasting your time!" Mocking archer was only way to force him into making mistake.

Aron tried to use knives as throwing weapon, but his ammo was limited and person wasn't slow either. Rirak started closing distance with constant deflecting of arrows, it was unbelievable that normal person could move so fast.

The archer became crazy and accelerated his shooting while laughing like a maniac.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! HAHAHA!" Person took out a whip and attacked Aron, and this was obvious mistake as Aron caught it. His arm got dislocated, still he held it with all strength inside of his body.

"YOU LITTLE…" Man started screaming in rage, but it was useless.

"I will hold this for few seconds. GET THIS CRAZY MOTHERf.u.c.kER!" Aron shouted why struggling to hold still the whip.

"f.u.c.k YOU BOTH!" He activated some weird aura, and Aron couldn't withstand his power anymore. The Rirak was already close and whip couldn't be back in time. It was like time stopped for him, his speed soared for few seconds.

"Secret arts of Sanis, The Heart Piercer!" He appeared behind the person with the heart in his hand. 

'Cliche as f.u.c.k! People like him exist...' Aron couldn't stop himself from smiling, it was similar to few fictional characters from Earth.

The man collapsed on his knees with disbelief. Two rats killed him, that was something impossible. 

Aron set his dislocated arm back and picked up Devon from corner. 

"No time to talk! Beautifully done! THERE WILL BE CAR WAITING FOR US 100 METERS FROM HERE! RUN!" Every second was precious as gold right now. All thugs were vigilant and running around, still none was allowed in boss room. It was perfect escape route for them. 

'This bow is interesting. Let's take it with me.' It always could be used as there was quiver on corpse's back. 

Entire mansion was in chaos, the fire and raiders make all of them busy. None would suspect that one of their bosses was lying dead and enemies were escaping through his quarters.

They escaped with van prepared by Devon's people and mission was finished.

"Kid, you are quite capable for your age! I am indebted to you!" He said with sincerity, yet something was holding him back. 

"I cannot give you my life yet, as I have a daughter to protect and she is a most important thing in the world." It was a stain on his honor, and he couldn't stand. There are priorities and honor was less important than his family.

"Don't worry old man. I got paid for helping you." Aron didn't care much as this man was skilled figher. It would be good to have someone like him as subordinate.

Rirak wanted to ask something, due to his surprise boy wasn't there anymore. It was like he disappeared in thin air.