Chapter 17: City in Turmoil

After cutting the base Nevan hurriedly retreated, dodged a flying nut that was coming straight for his left eye, took out a phone and dialed the emergency number, informing them of the crash.

Nevan looked at the scene of devastation. He saw people screaming, crying, running, panicking. He could see both helplessness and the urge to help.

How real.

Did Nevan feel sympathy for these people? Of course not. This scene is the same as scenes he had seen countless times in video games. There were games where he had to kill so much that even the machine wouldn't bother showing him his kill counts. This was just like a video game, only since it was virtual reality resembling the real world, the world and the people felt far more real.

Nevan counted.

One, two, three….

Sixty one, sixty two, sixty three..

One hundred twenty one, one hundred twenty two….

One hundred thirty three….

133 seconds later, sirens were heard in the distance.

"Extremely efficient", Nevan thought. There were rows of ambulances, firefighting trucks and - Nevan's target - police cars.

Every rescuer started to do their own things. Police officers main job was helping the civilians and to maintain the rationality of the crowd.

Nevan hurriedly went up and started helping out the police officers. He worked with them hand in hand.

A nearby patrolling police on motorbike had heard of the accident and came. Seeing him, Nevan hurriedly went to him. Pointing to a direction he said to the policeman, "Hey officer, hurry up, there's an old man who has fallen."

The police hurriedly stopped his bike and hastily rushed to the direction where Nevan pointed out. He collided a little with Nevan but he was in a hurry with no mood to apologize and he was sure Nevan wouldn't mind it either.

Of course Nevan wouldn't mind. Instead he would thank him. Nevan looked at the key and the pistol in his hand.

"7 pistols, 18 bullets each. Should be sufficient enough."

Yes, Nevan was helping the police officers out just so he could steal their weapons. Since everyone was focused on rescuing, no one paid attention to their weapons.

Nevan got on the bike and used the key he got from the policeman earlier to start.

His destination, the power supply grids.

He put instructions to the phone, "Create a route to the power supply transmission center with minimum time required."

In the mobile, on a map app, a path was marked out. This mobile he got from a lady at the cafe who was kind enough to use her greasy hand to fill in the password, letting him use the password to do anything after he stole it.

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There was also the incident at the café where he was accused of molestation which he certainly did not. He was slapped in the face and kicked in the stomach by another samaritan lady. Typical bad luck.

Though, this incident made him realize he was still weak against other humans, because he had zero experience facing against them.

Nevan searched in the internet and found the common pistol, Rhyzon 97 used by policemen, had a range between 30 to 50 meters.

Suddenly, a truck in front of Nevan lost control. It kept alternating lanes haphazardly and came into the wrong lane where Nevan was in.

Another wrong event. Nevan gave the name of this unfortunate random events as 'wrong event', since Murphy had said, 'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.'

The truck would hit Nevan. Nevan decided to make use of this wrong event. He accelerated to maximum. His speed increased more and more.

The driver seeing a bike he was about to collide with, steered hard to avoid. The front of the car turned away from direct collision with Nevan but now the back of the truck was directly in front of him. Seeing the thing he was going to collide with, Nevan laughed.

Yes laughed. Because the truck was carrying gas. Nevan was going to crash into a gas tank.

As Nevan closed in, grabbing the handle hard, he jumped up, flipping to the front of the bike. The back wheel of the bike rose up due to Nevan's weight being concentrated at the front like doing a wheelie. Nevan hung in midair on the handle of the bike and pushed it down hard, causing the back of the bike to rise even more. Due to inertia, the bike spun forward and flew up while Nevan was pushed down. Nevan rolled below the opening of the gas tank, meanwhile the bike straight up crashed into the tank.

It took quite a while to describe but to onlookers it seemed that a boy in police bike accelerated towards the gas tank in a suicide attempt, then flipped up which made the bike flip too and then the bike went straight into the gas tank while the boy successfully escaped by rolling under the tank.

*boom*

An explosion.

Nevan flew far away from the shockwave. A car was speeding towards him. Nevan hurriedly shifted his body and somehow managed to escape the impact by hair's breadth.

"Haha, did you see? I just did a movie stunt."

"We can't see inside. You know that." reply from Black and White Nevan.

"Oh, in excitement I forgot."

The entire road was blocked with vehicles unable to move. Some curious souls got out of their cars to understand the situation. Nevan prayed for such souls and took one pitiful soul's car and started on his journey again.

Another event, an accident that normally shouldn't have occurred had occurred. With more incidents like this, Nevan will be able to survive in this world much longer.

Currently Nevan was in front of a plant with complicated machinery. It was the transmission center of the power supply system of this city. After electricity being produced it'd be transferred into the transmission system and this center would transmit electricity to other distribution centers.

This was the core of electrical power inside the city.

In the real world though, electricity supply would never be concentrated on one single unit. There would be many transmitters, so that if one was damaged the others would work just fine. But this was a virtual city. The city planning was an ideal version where they didn't account for such detailed accidents- well they might after today.

Nevan directly entered the control building. He couldn't do anything to the transmitters. Forget the fact about destroying them, just going near them without any know-how would get him killed and with Murphy's law always working, a wire of 100 kilovolts might just fall on him out of nowhere.

The steps afterwards were really quick. Nevan got inside, killed the security in charge and interrogated one worker to find the central hub and destroyed the controls. Though it was easy, due to Murphy's law Nevan got himself into many accidents. But he was able to mostly avoid them. Of course he couldn't avoid some of them.

Like, that one bullet which ricocheted and bounced right back at Nevan's chest. He had moved away but the bullet was too fast. It had penetrated his upper arm. Or that time when he had killed the security guard but somehow the electric baton flew to him and electrocuted him, making him unable to move for quite a while.

"39 bullets left. As expected, being not good with firearms is a sin. I wasted so many bullets to kill 20 plus people. If I am going to be a wanderer I must be good with weapons. Especially in shooting."

Sighing, Nevan from the peak of the building overlooked the entire city. It was shrouded in dark.

Nevan closed his eyes. He could feel it. The chaos lurking in the veil of the darkness. It was mesmerizing.

The darkness started to take control of people's hearts. The beast inside was awakening. It needed a last push.

Nevan fired a round at the sky. In the night sky it reverberated loudly.

38 remained.

As the panic from the sound took over at the surrounding area Nevan leapt down. Nevan could feel the same way he had felt in Black Nevan's Black World. He used walls, edgy points, pipes, anything as foothold as he dived down.

Gun shots sounded.

People got killed.

Fire spread.

Panic. Fear. Terror. Spread like a virus.

And

Chaos appeared.

The wrong events died down. Nevan was feeling accomplished. He had finally fucked up the Murphy's law.

As he was basking in happiness, he felt the darkness moving away. Slowly the darkness was removed and light shone upon as if it was day time. But dawn shouldn't have appeared so fast. And certainly not like this.

The brightness increased. Nevan started sweating. It was as bright as day now. It just kept getting bright, brighter and brightest.

Looking up, Nevan exclaimed, "Oy, Oy, you must be kidding with me. This can't be a wrong event. This is an impossible event."

The city and its people melted away, so did Nevan. Everyone's last thought, "This is impossible."

The sun had crashed down.