It was when the large form of the Nimyer tore off an entire wall that I realized I fucked up. The Nimyer had somehow grown twice in size which was definitely a level 20 skill.

Oh did I mention his entire body was encased in some kind of metalic skin... that was another milestone skill if I hazard to guess. So this guy was firmly in the "holy shit I'm gonna die" category of levels.

I did the only reasonable thing. I shot him in the face and then repeated the action. It did nothing, the guy wasn't even moved. The shotgun was starting to feel a little small for this job. I knew should have brought the anti-tank rifle.

Okay brain say something nice to placate the behomath you have shot 3 times. You got this!

"Soooo did your dick shrink with all the steriods you took?"

Brain what the fuck! Say nice things!

"Or was it always so small?"

Braaaaiiiinnnn!!!!!! This was how I was going to die. RIP Final words "Or was it always so small?"

The Nimyer attempted to open his mouth and I naturally threw my my knife right into the waiting maw. I had a feeling he was gonna say something unchild friendly and I have to keep things PG.

The Nimyer decided that talking was futile and charged with enough speed that I barely rolled out of the way. The wall next to me was destroyed and I had to run to avoid the colapsing.

For one horrifying moment I thought my target had been crushed under the rubble, but no his fatass was allready running for the exit. So, I turned to the other big promblem.

Mainly, the horned grey skinned man whose skin was as durable as steel and could be best described as 450 pounds of pissed off. Yeah I would need something better then a shotgun to take him down.

I cursed as a bullet clipped my shoulder and barely rolled away from a barrage of bullets. Fucking shit! I quickly studied my environment looking for any cover I could use and noticed the only cover.

"Fuck this is such a bad idea!".

I charged forward my breath growing ragged as I ran towards the Nimyer and ducked a fist aimed at my head as I pivoted and spun behind him letting out a relieved breath as I heard the gun fire bouce off his front. That relief was short lived as he quickly turn around and grabbed by the head.

The spike of pain was immediate as his hands grasped tightly around my skull and before I even had time to react he headbutted me and I swore head something in me crack.

My world had become stars and pain. It was all consuming pain that made focusing impossible. Another head butt would kill me. Just as he for another headbutt, almost if as on instinct, I jabbed my thumbs into both of his ears.

" [Electric touch] "

His body jerked once, blood poured from his ears, his eyes rolled up, then finnaly he realeased his grip on me as fell to the floor and a pop up confirmed it.

Congratulations! You have completed a system sanctioned Reqeust.

Type: Bounty

Target: Razala Tergit

Reward: 400 xp captured allive. 250 xp dead.

You have been rewarded 250 xp!

well, I could consider that a bonus. I'd been using Razala's body as a shield and peeked over noticing the fleeing forms of nearly half the guards. The other contiued to fire at me forcing me to duck back down.

They probably wanted to kill me so they could earn a personal class. The only other ways would be to find a non corporate dungeon or to be born with a personal class like me.

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Which meant they weren't going to stop until their bodies were broken or they were dead. I loaded my shotgun and waited for one to grow closer.

The moment one of them got in range I aimed the barrels of my shotgun and fired. My efforts were rewarded by a scream of pain and as another drew closer I fired again. 2 down. 3 to go.

One idoit decided to try and charge me with a knife. I just reloaded while taking cover from the other two shooting and shot the runner before he even got close.

The other two, one a women with dark brown hair, the other an older, were clearly trained. They allways kept me in cover but never fired more then necessary only doing so when I peaked from cover or tried to move. Worse they were slowly inching towards me at different angles.

I was going to have to use a spell. I was however down to one spell slot, so I would need to take one down and then the other. In other words I was gonna have to take a bullet or two if I wanted to take them down.

I leapt out of my cover and was shot in the leg for my trouble. Wincing in pain I aimed my shotgun in the general direction of the older man and quickly casted fire bolt at the women at the exact moment I pulled the trigger.

The man was knocked back by the force of the bullets and a thick stream of fire snaked through the air and lit the women on fire. I nearly screamed in pain as I turned towards the women and fired the other barrel into her. I took a mome.t to breath and tore of part of my shirt in order to craft some basic as shit bandages.

It wasn't perfect, but at least it would hopefully keep me from passing out. Still I would need to find either some strong liqour or a healing potion. I limped over to the bodies and checked for anything useful.

The nimyer only had a strength potion on him, but a potion was still a potion. I took the rifle off the old mans corpse and out my shotgun into my back holster.

I had worried that the fatass was gonna take me all day to find but he had apparently made time for a date with a pair of rabid dogs. A fire of my rifle into the air scared them off.

I was just about to corner him when I noticed the very large shadow. A sense of dread filled my very being as slowly turned around. Their stood a thourly pissed off Nimyer. Oh and he was naked.

Okay Allison its time to try and again and say something nice.

Come on brain I believe in you!

"Huh, its smaller then I thought."

Braaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnn!!!!!!

I barely ducked under a swipe at my head, then had to roll to the left as his massive feat tried to cave my skull in. I fired a round from the riffle in his leg and got kicked five feet away for my trouble.

I had managed to keep hold of the rifle. A sharp pain in my ribs told me they were probably broken. I pulled out a bottle of bear I'd managed to find in the stadium. I quickly downed it and felt my body healing. It was slow but it would keep me alive.

Glancing at the leg I shot I noticed that the bullets had only only penetrated the first layer of skin. He at least wasn't covered in steal anymore but he still had some kind of defensive skill active. I would need to hit a vital organ.

Naturally I aimed the rifle at the now charging Nimyer in the vital organ that would be easiest to hit. Mainly His balls.

A crack was sounded into the night air. It wasn't just from my rifle firing. The Nimyer.... wasn't going to be much of a promblem as it turned out he had used a [death skill] no wonder his bounty was so high. The bastard was level 40, at least. the fact that I had even survived fighting him was a miracle.

I was gonna have a chat with my fixer. The guy had an army. Sure it was an army of classless but it was still an army. Some of them even trained. Not to mention the target had some afforded a level 40 Nimyer.

The clues were coming togethor. The man was working for bandits. The Bounty rewarded was the exact price placed on any level 30+ [bandit]. Still, what did this fatass I'd never heard of before this job have to offer the queen of chaos?

I was getting a bad feeling. Bandits? High level warriors? A target who had least 5 more levels then I'd been told? This was not a normal gig.

Still money was money. I just had to survive long enough to collect it. So, I sauntered over to wear the bastard was hiding.

"I'm gonna give your fat ass 20 seconds before I just kill you. I know your in the bushes. This night has been long enough."

The man called out.

"You won't kill me!"

"Oh why because I'm some paragon I'm some paragon of justice? Get out here before I shoot you." I replied with just a bit of frustration.

"No. Its because I was trading items from new york." He replied with an almost mocking town.

Fuck. Fuck! New york? The fucking incursion zone.

Their were five incursion zones that the corporations had not managed to beat, instead they contained them to cities.

Chicago was a demon infested landscape. It was constantly on fire, devils tried making contracts with anyone they could. Demons prowed the streets killing just about everything.

New Jersey while not technically an incursion zone was the city that fell to the queen of chaos. A level 70 [manipulator of the chaotic.ways]. Filled with her army of bandits and so dangerous not even the corps attacked her forces unprovoked.

Las angeled was the city of elfs. And then finnaly you had new york.

The place was the worst. Most inhospitable city in the world. Why? Because it was the city of undeath. Even just being in the city without an enchanted bodysuit would cuase you to be infected with a death seed.

Luckily for me a death seed was dormant until the victim died. In which case the victim would rise an undead abomination that would funnily enoup. Cuase anyone not in an enchanted body suit to become infected with a death seed.

What did that mean for me? It meant I had to get his ass to new dallas while keeping him alive.

Fuck my life. Can I get a refund on it?