In the dimly lit sewers, Fletcher discovered a clandestine path that led straight to the heart of the Melano hotel. With the shadows as his allies, he slinked through the murky tunnels.
With silent steps and deadly intent, he slipped past the unsuspecting guards, his only objective clear in his mind, total annihilation of everyone within those walls.
Lately, Fletcher felt his body and mind regaining something that he chose to bury deep in his memories, a past that turned him into a lethal force.
Deep within him, a dormant beast stirred.
As he crept ever closer to his prey, Fletcher's heart raced with anticipation. The thrill of the hunt fueled his every move, driving him forward with single-minded determination. Tonight, no one would escape his wrath. Tonight, the hotel would become a graveyard.
Like a ghost in the night, Fletcher moved with deadly precision, leaving behind a trail of corpses in his wake. No one stood a chance against his relentless onslaught, he was a one-man army, a force of nature unleashed upon his enemies.
After clearing out all the low-level enemies, Fletcher finally located one of his prime targets.
Luke was holed up in a room, sitting beside a sleeping figure on the bed.
With his knife at the ready, Fletcher made his move, lunging at Luke's unsuspecting back. The blade sank deep, and Fletcher poured every ounce of his strength into the strike. Luke's cry of pain echoed through the room as he struggled against the relentless assault. But Fletcher showed no mercy, raining down stab after stab upon his prey.
Luke fought back, trying in vain to defend himself, but his efforts were futile. As his strength waned, he sank to his knees, helpless before Fletcher's wrath. With one final, savage stroke, Fletcher ended Luke's life, the spray of blood painting the room in crimson.
In his last moments, Luke's gaze lingered on the sleeping figure of Sara, his only wish to be reunited with her in death.
With his targets confirmed dead, Fletcher had one final foe to confront. He knew exactly where to find him. Walking with calm determination, Fletcher made his way to the elevator and ascended to the top floor. As the doors slid open, he gracefully stepped out and approached Jayson's room, guided by the sounds of revelry emanating from within.
Jayson, surrounded by his usual entourage of women, reveled in the moment, confident in the backup that he arranged for. Tomorrow, with their assistance, he would deal with those pesky cowards once and for all.
As the door creaked open, a figure entered the room, wielding a gleaming knife, his body smeared with blood. His mere presence was enough to send shivers down the spine of any onlooker.
Jayson lay on his back, his senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him as the two women worked their magic with their mouths.
He was lost in the ecstasy when suddenly, a warm fluid splattered across his groin, jolting him back to reality. His eyes snapped open to witness a gruesome sight.
A knife protruding from one of the women's mouths, blood streaming down her face in rivulets.
Before Jayson could react, chaos erupted. The other woman's piercing scream shattered the air as Fletcher delivered a devastating blow that sent her crashing into the wall. She crumpled to the ground, motionless.
Panicked, Jayson tried to flee, but Fletcher's vice-like grip on his leg held him in place. With a swift motion, Fletcher extracted the knife from the lifeless woman's skull and raised it menacingly.
"No! No! Please stop, don't, we can talk about..." Jayson's pleas fell on deaf ears as the blade plunged into his chest with brutal force.
"AHHHHH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER.. AHHHH.HOW DARE…DO YOU HHHFHFG KNOW WHO YOU DEALING WITH HGAFFS"
Pain seared through Jayson's body as Fletcher twisted the knife, relishing in his agony. Through gritted teeth, Jayson attempted to protest, but his words were drowned out by the excruciating torment.
"What a disappointment, here I thought you were going to put up a fight, but you're so weak and pathetic, I can't believe I was ambushed by the likes of you".
As his vision blurred and darkness encroached, Fletcher's scornful words echoed in his ears, condemning him as weak and pathetic.
With a final, merciless twist of the knife, Jayson's consciousness faded into oblivion, leaving behind only the chilling echo of Fletcher's disdain.
Fletcher yanked the ability core from Jayson's brain with a swift motion, he wouldn’t waste such a useful ability.
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Tied around Jayson's neck was a key to a safe, which Fletcher quickly snatched up. After scouring the rooms on Jayson's floor, he finally located the safe and cracked it open, revealing a treasure trove of valuables. Stuffing everything into a bag, including the ability cores from Sara and Luke, Fletcher also grabbed any useful items he could find.
With so much loot, Fletcher knew he couldn't carry it all at once. He made plans to come back later and retrieve the rest. But just when he thought he was done, he stumbled upon another unexpected discovery.
Ray, alive and locked away in a room.
Ray's eyes widened in shock and disbelief at the sight of Fletcher. Tears welled up as he expressed his gratitude for being rescued.
Together, Fletcher and Ray made their way back to their camp.
"OMG, you're alive!" Alicia exclaimed as she flung open the door, her excitement palpable. For days, they had anxiously debated whether Fletcher and Ray had survived or perished.
"Ray, you're back!" Olivia cheered, throwing herself into her brother's arms. They hugged tightly, tears of relief streaming down their faces.
"Keep it down, women," Fletcher grumbled, his mood sour. "Instead of screaming, why don't you do something useful and get my dinner ready?"
Fletcher retreated to his room to clean up and change into fresh clothes. With that out of the way, he could finally assess his loot. Tallying up his haul, he found he had acquired 563 red, 448 blue, 107 green, and 69 white cores, along with 3 ability cores.
Without hesitation, Fletcher absorbed the white cores, instantly maxing out his intelligence stats and MP pool. The surge in intelligence turbocharged his brain functions, enhancing everything from his thinking and memory to his reaction time, granting him abilities far beyond those of an average human.
Intelligence: 6 (+1 max value = 6 )
As Fletcher prepared to absorb the ability cores he had collected, he braced himself for the inevitable agony that would follow. Each core he absorbed brought with it excruciating pain, but Fletcher gritted his teeth and persevered. With each core absorbed, he felt his abilities grow stronger and his limits pushed further.
Finally, when the process was complete, Fletcher opened his stats window to see the fruits of his labor. The numbers and attributes displayed were nothing short of impressive, a testament to his newfound power and potential.
Race : human (awakened)
Height : 6.2 f weight : 180 p
Strength : 6 (+1 max value = 6)
Agility : 8 (+3 max value = 8)
Vitality : 6 (+1 max value = 6)
Intelligence : 7 (+2 max value = 7 )
HP : 60 / 60 ( 1 Vit = 10 HP )
MP : 70 / 70 (1 Int = 10 MP)
Abilities
*Devour:(unknown)
*Electric Physique (the body can produce electric powers, the electric charge lasts for 5 minutes, MP cost 10 points // Damage 5 points)
*Metallic Physique (the body can turn into metal, the metal can cover any part of the body depending on how much MP is used, for full body metallization 50 MP is required, for partial change 10 MP = 1 minute )
*Marksmen Lock (the ability to lock on any visible target and accurately hit them with ranged weapons, 1 MP = 100 meters)
*Blink Attack (the ability to perform a single swift attack in the blink of an eye, the target must be stationary, 1 MP = 10 meters)
Enhancements :
Improved Brain Circuitry (grants +1 attribute increase to your intelligence limit)
Improved Bone density (grants +1 Strength and +1 Vitality attributes to the limit)
Improved hand-to-eye coordination (grants +1 intelligence and +1 agility to the limit)
Improved Muscle control (grants +2 agility attributes to the limit)
As luck would have it, Fletcher had gathered enough cores to boost his stats to the max once more. Only Fletcher, with his devour ability, could experience such a lightning-fast power-up. Other awakened individuals would require months, if not years, to achieve this level of strength.