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Endzone: Simulated Apocalypse

WPC #234 - Survival Game, Gold Winner. Check out my newest book: Xianxia Online ***** When the Game calls, will you answer? Money, fame, power, love. Anything can be obtained by the victor. However, to get to the summit, one must be ready to risk their lives, surviving through powerful zombies and mutated nature alike. They must be prepared to kill without a second thought, use any tools they had at their disposal. They must be ready to sacrifice all humanity and abandon all morals. But Jace Silverdale, codename "Cyanide", didn't need to do that. Why? Because he had already done so, long before the game even began. He, was a professional assassin. And when said assassin is suddenly offered a chance to obtain what he always wanted through a survival game where killing is the only path to take, Jace felt right at home—though his wishes may differ from everyone else's. "Money? Fame? Power? No, no, no. I came here for one reason and one reason only—to break the game." Merciless and resourceful, watch as the former number one underground assassin dives into the apocalyptic world of Endzone and survives to become champion! ***** Excerpt: On the receiving end of the throw, Ragnar caught the knife like a champ, and immediately stabbed down on the flower’s tentacle. The massive plant screeched in pain, letting go of him, and Ragnar began falling from the air. “Woah-!” He was well on his way to falling into the monster’s mouth with no hope of making it out, but luckily, Cyanide was present. Immediately dashing into the air with his insane agility and speed, the assassin… … landed a painful kick in Ragnar’s stomach, and sent him flying into a wall. “Oof!” Ragnar grunted as he hit the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain. “Ugh… goddammit, Cyanide! Was that really the only option you had?!” “Yes,” Cyanide replied calmly as he evaded the flailing flower’s various tentacles with ease, and did a backflip. “What else did you want me to do? Princess carry you out of danger?” “Tch… whatever,” Ragnar snorted, looking around. “But that aside… where’s my goddamn sword?” Cyanide landed beside him, dusted his clothes off, and pointed at the still-wildly-thrasing flower. “He ate it.” “…” “…” “Oh, NOW I’m PISSED,” Ragnar muttered through grit teeth, cracking his knuckles and glaring at the massive flower. “GIVE ME MY FUCKING SWORD BACK, YOU BOTANICAL BASTARD!” Saying that, he charged at the enormous Venus Flytrap-esque plant, fists bare and head fuming. Cyanide gave a sigh in exhaustion, closed his eyes briefly, then followed after him to take the flower down once and for all. ***** You've read about zombie apocalypses and machine apocalypses... but what about both, blended into one? I ensure you, this is not the usual apocalypse survival story you are used to. This will be a fresh experience, something new to dig into. With that said, enjoy the book and please vote with your power stones! ^_^ P.S. This is purely a work of fiction. Please don't bring real geographical facts into this novel, as I am well aware some things may not make sense. This is a web novel, not a geography textbook. (P.P.S. Yes, the beginning is like Squid Game. If you read past 5 chapters though, you'll see it's anything but similar.) ***** Background image credits are not mine. ***** Update Rate: 1 chapter every other day Discord: https://discord.gg/g326rUc5Jv ***** My other novels: The Legendary Ghost Hunter/The Mage of Primordial Chaos/Ascension: Online P.S. The cover art is not mine, and I am not sure who the artist is. If the original artist wants me to take it down, just message me on Discord at Cyclxne#3415.

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The Basement

Cyanide, now on a time limit, picked up his pace on locating a weapon. After those four mutants he paralyzed made their appearance, Cyanide knew there was bound to be more in this building. When he encountered them, he didn't want those four chasing after him as well, so he needed to end them as soon as possible.

He had originally wanted to use his 1 SP and see what skills he could obtain with it, but he had no idea how long his paralysis affect would last on the mutants and when another one would notice him and begin its chase. As such, he needed a proper weapon, pronto.

Luckily, while he was searching through the cubicle-styled office earlier, he found a map of the layout of this building, and was now looking at it to get an idea of where to go.

"Cyanide, the security guards' office appears to be in the basement," Luna pointed out, also examining the map. "There should be weapons in there."

Cyanide nodded and quickly raced down the stairs, skipping past all the other floors. He felt light on his feet again and quite fast as well, though it was still nowhere close to the stealth and agility he once possessed in the real world — the result of many tough years of training. Still, he felt relieved knowing that he was starting to regain some of his old power back.

The entire building must have had at least 50 floors, but getting down to the bottommost level in the matter of a mere minute wasn't even enough to make Cyanide pant. He judged that his stamina must have improved as well, governed by the Vitality stat.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to have attracted any attention, thanks to his light footsteps. He had spotted several mutants loitering the hallways as he went down the floors, but none of them seem particularly different from another. He did notice, however, that some were wearing office suits, others lab coats.

It was as if… they were human before being converted into whatever the hell these cyborgs were. But one thing was for certain — any humanity they had in their past, was now all but gone.

Cyanide soon reached the first floor — he could tell by looking out the tiny window on the stairwell's door. The spacious lobby of the building was directly in front of him, in between a luxurious reception space and the automatic sliding glass doors of the main entrance. However, within the lobby, various mutants stood, wandering around aimlessly and slowly.

Turning away, he continued to head further down the stairs — for the basement.

*****

As Cyanide reached the very bottom of the stairs, he was met with a door just like the other floors. Down here, was where the security guards of the company stayed between shifts. Since cleaning was automated, there was no need for janitors or custodians. Security staff were the only ones needed, hence why a separate quarter like this was made for them to avoid disrupting the other employees.

Cyanide didn't quite understand the need to make a whole separate basement for them or why they were supplied with backup power just like the R&D floor above, but that was just how companies worked here in Endzone, he supposed. He wrapped his hand around the door handle to pull it open, but… then, he stopped.

"What's wrong, Cyanide?" Luna asked.

"This door handle… it doesn't have any dust on it, unlike the others. In other words… it's been used recently."

"Well, it couldn't have been another player, since Survivors spawn far away from one another when the game first begins, according to my knowledge," Luna replied. "If that's the case, then…"

"That leaves two possibilities," Cyanide analyzed. "One, there are other people here who are not players… and two, there is a mutant roaming around in this place smart enough to open a door."

"I believe the latter is more probable, since the idea of there being other humans in this abandoned, post-apocalyptic place is… somewhat unrealistic," Luna said after some hesitation. "Most likely, it's a Stage Two mutant, whereas all the other ones you have fought so far have been simple Stage Ones that do not possess any form of intelligence."

"So… the higher stage the mutation, the more intelligent it becomes," Cyanide muttered. "In that case… there could very well be a mutant out there with human-level intelligence or even beyond."

"Yes, but… it'd be best not to think about that right now. As you are at the moment, Cyanide, there is no way you can take on a Stage Two mutant."

"I'm aware. But this is the security guards' floor, and there are weapons in there. Weapons that I need. So regardless of whether or not I can fight a Stage Two mutant… I have to go in. If I can't get weapons, I can't escape from this building — not with all those mutants in the first-floor lobby. And even if I do escape, there are most likely even more mutants on those streets. I will need something to protect myself with."

"I see. In that case…" Luna pulled up a panel and displayed it in front of Cyanide. It was a hologram titled 'SKILLS SHOP'.

"This is the skills shop, where you can spend your SP," she explained.

"... I don't have time to go through all these skills right now," Cyanide said, blinking at the incredibly long list of possible skills to acquire, judging from the length of the scroll bar on the right-hand side of the virtual screen.

"That's fine. I'm just going to recommend you get this skill in particular before going in there," Luna said, causing a pop-up window to appear in the hologram. Cyanide, upon seeing it, narrowed his eyes.

"... Invisibility?"

Luna smiled. "Yes. The superpower all assassins wish they had - invisibility."

"..." Cyanide fell silent, gazing at the skill's details.

[Skill Information]

[Name: Invisibility I]

[Type: Active (Utility)]

[Duration: 5 seconds]

[Cooldown: 5 minutes]

[Description: Completely vanish from sight for a brief period of time. You can still be felt, smelled, and heard.]

[Price: 1 SP]

"Only 5 seconds... yet the cooldown is so long," Cyanide muttered.

"Don't worry, some skills, like this one, can be upgraded through more SP," Luna said. "But since you don't have any to spare... I'm afraid just this will be your best and only bet, Cyanide. For now, anyway."

After some thought, Cyanide tapped on the 'Purchase' button below the skill's info, then tapped on 'Yes' on the confirmation screen that popped up. Luna made the panels disappear, while Cyanide felt as if something had entered his body. It was warm and comfortable, however, and not creepy at all.

"Now then... how do I use this skill?"

"All you have to do is make a mental thought to use it, and it will work," Luna explained.

"Though 5 minutes is a long time, and I believe those mutants upstairs are probably awake by now and trying to track us down. I don't think you'll have to test it out."

Cyanide sighed. "That's fine... I'll just have to risk it."

At this, Luna laughed slightly. "Yes... but you've been living your life on the edge for 22 years now, Cyanide. What's a little risk to you?"

Yep, she said 22. Cyanide is 22, and has been living an unusual life far from normal every since he was born. This is not an exaggeration, and you'll see why later on, when his backstory gets revealed more and more.

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