[A/N: If you are interested, I do have other fanfics on this account that are still being updated, a Fallout Fic and a Dungeon Fic]

After throwing out my customers and closing down the store, I glanced at the Servants and sent them back to the Void with a wave of my hand.

Humming to myself, I had the other parts of my mind already at work fixing and patching any bugs or errors I found while watching the players.

For example, Harley's game was going crazy regarding the zombie spawn rate.

With the incredible amount of zombies she killed, and corpses littered throughout the whole city, if she continued, she would have wiped out more Zombies than the city should have reasonably had.

So, I set a hard limit to the spawn rate to prevent Zombies from constantly spawning in the city and around the player, so, I changed it to make the spawn rate much lower when it comes to the Zombies around the player, but higher past a certain distance from the player.

Of course that meant if a player worked hard enough, they'd be able to completely clear out a city of Zeds until more Zombies migrate to the location, which was more realistic.

I had no doubt that future players would clear out entire cities and towns and build walls around their settlements, so making this change now would prevent player outrage if Zombies could appear in your town or city after you cleared and walled it.

Of course, I added an option for the players to toggle Zombie respawns and even added a modifier to how many Zombies there would be in the world which would add a bonus to the Credits at the end.

Other than that, I also had to do some fixes for Infamous, specifically, I didn't account for the disorientating experience the players would get when they become Cole.

From what I saw with Selina, the disorientation was even worse for women.

So, I did some tweaking and fixed it to where the disorientation wasn't so bad, of course, I could have had the Players stick with their own bodies, but I didn't want that.

Cole, and the other protagonists of the series all had their own backgrounds and stories, and even their own thoughts and feelings.

To help the players adjust to their powers, I installed a sort of personality into the avatar that would help the players in dialogue and more.

That personality 𝘸𝘢𝘴 Cole.

Other than that, I expanded on the city, adding more details and people to make it not seem so...empty.

Each and every individual in the city were unique in some way shape or form, they resembled actual people, I even went as far as to include wild animals and pets to make the city more lively.

With that done, I let out a sigh and relaxed.

With a thought, I increased the price of the hourly sessions since it's now May.

For the VR Mode, it would now be $100 an hour, while the Classic Mode would be $50.

Going over my earnings, I was sitting at about $1.5k, and with the new customers Volkov would get me, I should start getting a lot more customers due to word of mouth.

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

Though I do suspect that Batman is going to frequently deal with any of my more unsavory customers.

With nothing left to do, I spent the rest of the night relaxing.

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Meanwhile, not far from the Cafe's entrance in New York, Kyle was slowly walking through Hell's Kitchen, an area in Manhattan with the most crime and the central gathering location of most of the men and women.

With no hesitation, he pulled out an N99 10mm Pistol and combat knife and slowly began walking.

Kyle found this to be the easiest way to earn money, and at the same time, clean up the filth that made society one body at a time.

He did the same in the Wasteland, always making sure to go out of his way to wipe out any Raider camp he found.

He may have been labeled as a hero by those he saved, but he wasn't, he didn't consider himself a hero, he simply did what he felt was right, one kill at a time.

Of course, it didn't take long for him to hear the sound of gunfire in the far distance, more than likely due to two gangs fighting, whether it be over territory, resources, or maybe even pride, it didn't matter, what mattered, was that he found tonight's targets.

He dropped down into a combat position and crept toward the noise.

Meanwhile, two other vigilantes were also drawn to the noise, like a moth to a flame.

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"Damn it! The rat lied! There's a lot more than what he told us!"

"No shit! Fuck! I think the Thorns are here too!" Another thug shouted out,

"So it's a threeway?! Shit!" A Thug cursed.

With a seemingly all-out war between three gangs, none noticed that those at the back of the fights were slowly getting taken out, leaving only those at the forefront of the fight remaining.

"Where is our backup?!" A Thug shouted, taking cover as the concrete wall he hid behind was struck by a hail of bullets.

Not far behind them, lurking behind a wall, Kyle could be seen holding a strangling man with a slit throat.

His hands and body were soaked in blood, but he remained calm and still, and eventually, the struggling man in his arms lost his strength and died.

Sheathing his blade, he drew his pistol and slowly crept forward.

Taking a deep breath, he took aim and fired.

Bang, Bang!

The sound rang out in the area, and the collective fire stopped everywhere, with the other two gangs seemingly stopping as well.

Kyle crept forward, out of the alley, and got a good look at what stopped the other two gangs.

One was a man with a skull crest on the vest he wore and what looked to be a robot with two swords for arms stood by his side, blood dripping from its blades.

On the other side of the street, was nothing but ash and flames, and what appeared to be a skeleton on fire.

"First Lieutenant, two unknowns, orders?" The robot asked, loud enough for Kyle and the skeleton to hear.

"Guns down...for now, shoot if things get hot," the man next to the robot ordered.

In the distance we could suddenly hear sirens, the corruption at its finest, it took more than half an hour for the police to arrive, and by the time they arrived on the scene, they came across the carnage.

At first, the police after some investigations figured it was simply a simply gang fight that had some Supers, but after one cop looked into it, he found that it must have been the work of three separate parties that attacked the gangs from behind, eliminating every gang banger involved with ruthless efficiency.

What made the cop think it was done by three separate parties, was the difference in methods the parties used to kill the gang bangers.

One seemed to prefer burning their victims alive, leaving nothing but ash, another preferred to brutally attack the vital organs with a bladed weapon of some kind, and the last seemed to be more like an assassin than anything, taking out all the gang members with stealth and a blade, with only the last two that were killed being shot in the heads.

The news quickly picked up on this and the rise of vigilantism was becoming an increasingly larger concern for the citizens of New York City, with Spiderman, Firestorm, one of the Green Lanterns, Daredevil, the Punisher, and now two more unknown vigilantes calling the city home.

What did this mean for the common citizen of the city? What did it mean for the criminals who struggled to earn a living both night and day?

And, what did it mean when the Police couldn't do anything about it?

The answer? The government's eyes focus on the city.

Which would lead to more consequences and people gaining power, power that the government and people higher up in the chain of command would want controlled.

Sadly for these men and women, they'd find out, there are just some things you cannot control.