Panji recommended Nara to work with Kassandra. Why not? Someone needed to take care of her, in their twisted way. Plus, he was still holding onto that promise—the dead promise he made to her father.

Nara's dad had once been Panji's friend. On his deathbed, nursing wounds from battle, he had given Panji his last order: to take care of Nara instead of sending her off to her wealthy grandparents, who practically ran a nation. Sure, Nara's father had his ego issues and some serious father-in-law drama, but Panji, being the good comrade he was, reluctantly agreed. He was now tasked with guarding a living biological weapon and training her to be a mercenary. In Panji's mind, it sounded like a girl’s dream—at least he didn’t give Nara a weapon in pink.

In a dimly lit room, Panji broke the silence. "How are you?"

Nara, caught off guard, replied, "Huh? How are you? I'm fine. But you seem different... what happened?"

Panji stayed silent, his thoughts a mystery.

Nara, trying to lighten the mood, continued, "Okay... I won’t go fishing... but what about the work?"

Finally, Panji spoke up. "Mission accomplished... I just got 1 billion."

Svat, overhearing, jumped in with excitement. "Cool man... party time! Hahaa..."

Panji, unimpressed, asked, "Yeah... where's the robot you told me about?"

Nara realized the question and responded, "Oh... he's doing his duty in the garden."

Deciding to take a break, Panji announced, "Okay, I’ll go out for a while."

Later, Maria approached Panji, curiosity in her voice. "So... you’re the soldier Nara talks about? Mhmh... is there anything I can help you with?"

Intrigued, Panji asked, "Does she talk about me often?"

Maria smiled knowingly. "Oh, of course... she seems to idolize you, hehe... always mentioning Panji this and that."

Panji probed further, "What about you? I’ve heard your story with the owner of this place."

Maria’s tone turned somber. "Well... Beni has found his mother, and Salad seems to have earned his reputation as a responsible father. When Beni learned that his father was secretly planning an attack on Blackheart, it seemed like everything had a happy ending..."

Panji focused on Maria. "And you?"

Resigned, she answered, "I will be... fixed. When my body is destroyed, my owner will replace me..."

Empathy filled Panji's voice as he asked, "Do you accept that?"

Maria, with a hint of sadness, replied, "Hehe... we are programmed for that..." Like a broken record, she repeats the same phrase, Panji thought. Is this what the future holds for dolls? To be nothing more than a program, rewritten and replaced as needed?

Changing the subject, Panji asked, "What about Beni's mother? She must be a little annoyed with you, right?"

Maria acknowledged the truth. "You're right about that... Salad doesn’t talk to me anymore. The last time I saw Beni was only in the garden... I don’t play with him like I used to..."

Panji offered a solution. "Do you want a new job?"

Later, as Panji walked the streets, he spotted a woman with mechanical limbs, eating noodles near a sewer.

Trying to strike up a conversation, he complimented, "Hey. Nice hands..."

Phonix, unimpressed, shot back, "Hey... nice ears," and spat to the side.

Panji rubbed his ear, taken aback. "Ahh this..."

Finishing her meal, Phonix questioned, "I guess you're new here... I bet you don’t know who I am."

Curious, Panji asked, "Who are you?"

With a warning tone, Phonix replied, "Someone you don’t want to mess with..."

Just then, someone approached from behind Panji.

Patrick, the same dude in tower war. his hand hold the his sword on the scarbard in his hips, asked, "Is there a problem, boss?"

Phonix dismissed the situation. "Nothing... he’s just a lost tourist..." and they left.

Panji, reflecting on the city, murmured, "This city is very interesting..." the he reaches for a small vial of red potion and drink it

Later, he found Nara and Svat. "Nara, Svat... I've got two new jobs for us. The first mission is to guard a caravan. The second one is... a destruction mission. I think I’ll take the first one..."

Nara frowned, clearly unimpressed. "Guarding the caravan? That sounds boring. Why not take the second one?"

Panji, not in the mood for chaos, replied, "I’m... just not feeling the destruction vibe right now..."

Svat, sensing the need for a break, chimed in, "Ahh... well... maybe guarding the caravan is a good way to cool down after everything that’s happened."

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Nara huffed, still dissatisfied. "Huh. I don’t want a boring mission."

In a moment of frustration, Panji slapped Nara's cheek.

Nara gasped, "Aahhh! What are you doing?!"

Realizing his mistake, Panji quickly apologized, "I... I’m sorry..."

Svat stepped in, trying to defuse the tension. "Whoa, whoa... calm down... what’s wrong, sir?"

Panji, attempting to make amends, offered, "Sorry... I’m okay. You can take the second mission..." He placed the document on Nara's bed before leaving.

Svat, concerned, asked, "What’s wrong with her?"

Nara rubbed her cheek, remaining silent.

At the border check of the Free Nation, some of region in there is drowned by sea rising, and to travel between region, they build a border bridge, its not serve for transportation but use to social mobility control.

a man named "P-1" a border guard approached Panji. He had an implant in his face that made his eyes glow red, giving him a somewhat intimidating appearance, yet he wore a white shirt like a regular officer.

"Surat please," P-1 demanded.

Panji handed over the document. "This..."

P-1 scrutinized the papers. "Two men, one woman, one dog, and one humanoid... are you sterile?"

Panji cleared his throat, discreetly offering some cash. "Make it on paper that she’s sterile."

P-1, clearly offended, gestured to his neck, mimicking a decapitation. "Sir, we are honorable border guards. If we are proven guilty..."

Panji, recalling the skull decorations he had seen in the streets, raised an eyebrow. "I know that... but is there a way around it?"

P-1 was firm. "She must be clinically proven sterile to enter. Otherwise, she will be separated in a place that... deserves it."

Panji sighed. "I see... is there really no other way?"

P-1 shook his head, returning the money. "Nope. By the way, here’s your money back."

Defeated, Panji took the cash. "Alright..." He left, deep in thought about his next move.

He glanced at Nara, who looked confused. "What?!"

With a plan forming, Panji asked, "Have you ever slept in a cargo?"

He then called Tharig about the next shipment to the Red Nation. Luckily, there was a truck heading that way on the same day.

In the back of the truck, Panji instructed, "Get in."

Nara hesitated, eyeing the large crates. "Huh?"

Panji explained, "This is your new home for about... 48 hours."

Nara, incredulous, asked, "What? What if I need to go to the bathroom?"

Panji, unfazed, handed her a bottle. "Use this."

Svat and Maria couldn’t help but laugh.

Nara, outraged, exclaimed, "Are you serious?! WUT?!"

Panji tried to reassure her, "Okay, just don’t let anything get lost. Food and water are in the bag."

He closed the door, sealing Nara's fate.

The driver, ready to go, asked, "Is it finished?"

Panji gave a thumbs-up, and the truck started rolling, carrying Nara off on her unexpected journey.

After smuggling Nara to the Red Nation mainland, they parted ways, and Nara began working with Kassandra. This shift took a weight off Panji's shoulders, allowing him to dive back into his adrenaline-fueled lifestyle, like any good GTA protagonist.

At the Red Light District

The neon lights flickered against the wet pavement, casting a surreal glow over the bustling streets. Panji leaned against a lamppost, a determined look etched on his face.

“Alright,” he muttered, glancing at Maria.

“Wait... I thought Nara was your girlfriend,” she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

“Nope,” he shot back with a smirk. “I have... unique tastes. Keep an eye on her.” With that, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night.

He knew someone who could use her unique skills, and it would also provide Nara with a purpose. He sought out Kassandra, contacting her through a secure channel. 'I have someone I want you to meet,' he said, explaining Nara's capabilities and Maria's analytical mind.

Kassandra was intrigued. A few days later, Nara and Maria found themselves on a transport to meet Kassandra, the details of their future still shrouded in mystery.

After smuggling Nara to the Red Nation mainland, they parted ways, and Nara was met by one of Kassandra's contacts. She found herself in a spartan training facility, learning everything from hand-to-hand combat to advanced weaponry. Maria, ever the analyst, helped her master the intricacies of different weapon systems and tactical maneuvers. After several weeks of rigorous training and a few minor jobs to test her skills, Nara was finally ready for her first real mission.

Nara had come a long way since her days as a mere pawn in the game of war. Now, she was a mercenary, or at least, that's what she told herself as she adjusted the grey bodysuit clinging to her like a second skin. Her hand rested casually on the hilt of the knife strapped to her thigh, a pose she’d practiced in the mirror until it looked effortlessly cool. Short, practical black hair framed a face that was slowly losing its youthful softness, replaced by a sharper, more determined edge. Player was a strong word, she thought, maybe intern with potential for advancement was more accurate.

her first job involving the smuggling of weapons to the warlords of Eurasia. Under the watchful eye of Maria, her doll companion, Nara navigated the treacherous waters of the black market with surprising finesse. Maria, with her uncanny ability to analyze situations, quickly identified loopholes that allowed Nara to skip mundane tasks and leap into more lucrative opportunities.

After spending what felt like 24 hours in internet cafes for an entire week, analyzing countless data streams and secure networks, Maria approached Nara, a glint of digital excitement in her eyes. “I found a broker for you, Nara…”

Nara. This one’s a big deal—a Mongolian warlord known as the Phantom Priest. He operates from a high tower in the neon-lit city, and he’s looking for someone with your... unique skills.”

Nara raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s so special about this Phantom Priest?”

Maria smirked. “He’s the real deal. He has a bio-implant that makes him a natural fighter. But he’s also a bit of a traditionalist. He thinks machines are better than flesh.”

As Nara prepared for her meeting with the Phantom Priest, she felt a shift within herself. The girl who once hesitated at the thought of violence was gone. In her place stood a woman hardened by experience, ready to embrace the cold-blooded nature of her new life. She had learned to adapt, to survive, and to thrive in a world that demanded ruthlessness.

As they approached the towering structure, the city lights flickered like stars in a synthetic sky. The Phantom Priest, a figure clad in a white mask, greeted them with an air of authority.

“Why would I need a woman with flesh when I have dolls that can do the job just as well?” he questioned, his voice smooth yet chilling.

Maria leaned in, confidence radiating from her. “Because she has character. When the war breaks out, high-ranking officials will need humans, not just robots. You need someone who can think on their feet.”

The Phantom Priest’s gaze sharpened. “You have keen eyes. Very well, here’s her mission: a traitor from the Red Nation has captured a high-ranking member of the state. Nara can join the mission, but if she fails... well, you know the consequences.”

Maria nodded, her expression serious. “She’s not just any girl. She’s mature beyond her years. I assure you, she’ll deliver.”

Later, as the mission unfolded, Nara found herself working alongside a team of assassins. One of them, a man named Oboro, wielded an anti-material rifle with a casual confidence. “Your job is to attract attention and hold on until we finish. Don’t let their backup catch up,” he instructed, his tone matter-of-fact.

Nara nodded, determination etched on her face. “Got it.”

They arrived at a high snowy peak in the Himalayan mountains, where a building housed the high-ranking criminal they were after. This was Purple Nation territory.

Along the way, they passed numerous temples showcasing a mix of religions. You could see Buddhist and Hindu deities sharing space, and even Jesus and Spider-Man stood together with Ganesha. The group of assassins, including Nara, struggled to hold back their laughter while traveling with civilians on a local bus, trying to blend in.

“Hah. Damn those neo-age folks,” Alexis, the female assassin, muttered, covering her face with a decorative veil, a nod to the region's culture.

As they prepared for the assault, they disembarked from the bus and changed into their advanced bodysuits. Alexis smirked at Oboro. “You’re going to get her killed.”

Oboro kept his binoculars trained on the surroundings. “Job is a job. One danger for another is beauty for some.”

Nara stood at the crossroads between the prison and the barracks, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Chaos erupted inside as the assassins executed their plan. Oboro took down guards from his sniper perch, while the others, equipped with jetpacks, soared over the high walls, dispatching enemies with precision.

Meanwhile, Nara remained at her post, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. “Just stand here like a dumb hoe,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of it all.

As the alarms blared, Alexis and the assassins burst into the cell, confronting a man named Wraith, who was engrossed in a game. “Hey, it’s time to leave!” Alexis shouted, pinching her nose at the smell.

Wraith looked up, surprised. “It’s time, huh?”

With the alarm ringing in their ears, the assassins escorted Wraith out, but chaos ensued as guards flooded the area. Nara received a message from Oboro, urging her to hold the reinforcements at bay.

nara took cover behind a cluster of jagged rocks, her pulse quickening. She activated her thermal vision, scanning the approaching reinforcements. Spotting a patrol moving towards a blind spot, she triggered a series of small explosive charges she had planted earlier, creating a diversion that drew the guards away from the main breach

“Time to earn my keep,” Nara said, adrenaline surging through her veins. She took cover behind rocks and trees, using her surroundings to her advantage as she engaged in a fierce firefight.

The battle raged on for nearly half an hour, with Nara holding her ground. Just when things looked bleak, Alexis and the assassins hijacked a truck, making a daring escape with Wraith. They sped down the mountain roads, the thrill of the chase electrifying.

In the midst of the chaos, they slammed into some idols statues in the street. “Watch the car!” Oboro shouted, firing at their pursuers. Meanwhile, Alexis, gripping the wheel, shot back, “Shut up! I know what I’m doing... and screw those statues! Heh.”

As they reached their hideout, Wraith vanished into a launch pod, Nara blinked, watching the pod ascend with a whoosh. "Well, that was anticlimactic," she muttered.

leaving Nara and the assassins to catch their breath. Alexis turned to Nara, respect shining in her eyes. “You did good out there.”

Alexis clapped her on the shoulder, a grin spreading across her face. “You did good out there, kid. Held those reinforcements back like a champ.”

Nara shrugged, a faint blush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, well… I just, uh… stood there mostly. And shot some guys. It wasn’t that big a deal.” Inside, however, a warm glow of pride was starting to spread. Maybe this mercenary thing wasn't so bad after all. As long as she didn’t have to do any more awkward goodbyes.

Time passed, and Nara transformed into a cold-blooded independent woman. Meanwhile, Svat fell in love with AI VR technology thanks to companying maria all of time now he addicted, retiring early to become an internet café keeper.