The rain came down in cold sheets as you stood across the street from the Blackstone Shipping warehouse on the Lower East Side. It looked ordinary enough—fenced off, guarded by two men in tactical gear, with unmarked trucks going in and out every hour.
But you knew better. The information Daredevil uncovered wasn't wrong. This wasn't just a shipping depot—it was a front for one of The Black Hand's trafficking and weapons operations. And you were about to blow it wide open.
Daredevil stood beside you, his face angled toward the warehouse, his radar sense scanning every corner. "Eight guards on rotation. Two snipers up high. Three on the inside. One in the office. The schedule is tight—but there's a fifteen-second gap when they rotate watch at the rear loading bay."
You nodded, heart steady.
[Gamer's Body Activated]
Your body feels calm and prepared. Fear and exhaustion are suppressed.
You checked your stats.
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[Level Up: Level 9 → Level 10]
Stat Points Gained: 5
All points distributed evenly.
• STR: 16
• DEX: 16
• END: 16
• INT: 16
• WIS: 16
• CHA: 16
• LUCK: 10
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[New Skill Unlocked: Iron Tiger Style – Lv. 1]
An ancient martial art emphasizing powerful strikes and rapid takedowns. Increases melee damage and counter efficiency by 10%.
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Daredevil gave you a nod. "You take the rear entrance. I'll distract them from the roof."
The moment the watch changed, you dashed across the alley and vaulted over the fence. You landed in a roll and slid between two shipping containers, keeping to the shadows. The Iron Tiger Style pulsed through your limbs, making your movements more fluid, more instinctive.
[Skill Used: Stealth]
[Skill Used: Iron Tiger Style]
Inside, the warehouse buzzed with activity. Crates were being moved by forklift, and several men were scanning barcodes on boxes filled with weapon parts. But it was the central shipment—a locked steel container surrounded by guards—that caught your eye.
That had to be important.
You crept toward the catwalk above, taking out one guard with a silent chokehold. As you dragged his body into a storage unit—
+75 EXP
[Skill Leveled Up: Stealth – Lv. 4]
—your HUD pinged with an alert.
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[Quest Update: Blackstone Unveiled]
Objective: Infiltrate the Blackstone Shipping warehouse and access the secured crate.
Bonus Objective: Remain undetected.
Status: In Progress
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Above, Daredevil smashed through a skylight. The warehouse exploded into chaos as he landed in the center of the room like a red specter, his batons flying.
You used the distraction to jump down behind one of the guards near the crate. Your strikes were precise—tiger claws to the ribs, elbow to the temple, and a sweep to finish him.
-25 HP (Black Hand Enforcer)
+100 EXP
[Skill Leveled Up: Iron Tiger Style – Lv. 2]
With the area clear, you moved to the console beside the container. Locked. You worked quickly, bypassing the system using your growing knowledge.
[Skill Used: Intelligence Check – Successful]
The door hissed open.
Inside: high-tech crates bearing the mark "ASND"—Project Ascendant. Inside the top crate were several vials of glowing liquid, a blood sample labeled "SUBJECT 9", and blueprints.
But then came the voice from behind.
"Back away. Now."
You turned—one of the mercs had survived, rifle leveled at your chest.
[Perk Activated: Danger Sense]
[Combat Awareness – Lv. 2]
You dove to the left, avoiding the shot, and charged. You dropped low, swiped his legs, and cracked your elbow into his face mid-fall. He hit the floor with a thud.
+125 EXP
But the noise drew reinforcements.
Daredevil shouted from the main floor, "We've got to move!"
You grabbed the blueprints and data drives and sprinted toward the back.
Bullets flew past you. Your Iron Tiger footwork kept you weaving between cover. You vaulted a shipping crate, landed beside Daredevil, and together you smashed through the emergency exit into the night.
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[Quest Complete: Blackstone Unveiled]
Reward: Project Ascendant blueprints and research drives.
Bonus Objective Complete: Partial stealth success – reduced enemy alert level.
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You met up with Daredevil in an abandoned safehouse three blocks away. He looked over the files with a grim expression. "This isn't just experimentation. These are logistics for human trafficking, augmentation trials, and… something else."
You opened a folder marked "Adaptive Potential Candidates".
At the top of the list:
Codename: Adaptoid
Status: Active
Subject: Y/N
Below your name, a note:
"Stage 1 results stable. Next phase pending psychological assessment."
Your hands clenched.
Daredevil looked at you. "They're testing you like a lab rat."
You met his gaze. "Not anymore."