Limitless Vice
Episode 4: War on the Horizon
The safehouse pulsed with new life. Every corner hummed with neon glow, weapons racks spawning from nowhere, stacks of strange alien cash piling up like towers. Eric sat in the middle of it all, cigarette burning between his lips, phone in hand.
Karma straddled his lap, purring against his ear. "You've got enemies now."
Eric smirked. "Good. Means I'm moving fast enough."
The phone buzzed, flashing red.
ALERT: Rival Syndicates Have Marked You.
Threat Level: High.
Mission: Defend Territory. Kill or recruit at least one rival faction.
Reward: $5,000. Crew Expansion Slot Unlocked.
Eric flicked ash onto the floor. "Looks like war."
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The First Shots
It didn't take long. That night, the docks outside Staten Island burned. Black vans screeched up, doors flying open, and masked men spilled out, guns blazing. They weren't human—not entirely. Some had reptilian jaws, others glowed with cybernetic implants.
Eric kicked open the warehouse doors, phone glowing like a star in his hand. He grinned. "Finally."
Bullets cut through the night. Eric walked forward like a king through chaos. The phone pulsed, and his inventory erupted—guns, glowing vials, razor-edged blades. He snatched a shotgun from the air and fired point-blank, splattering an alien's skull across the pavement.
Karma danced beside him, dual blades flashing, slicing throats with a feral smile. She laughed as blood sprayed across her face.
"Is this your idea of a date?" she screamed over the gunfire.
Eric blew someone's chest apart and smirked. "Yeah. And you're paying for dinner."
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Infinite Ammo
The phone buzzed again. Eric swiped, unlocking a new upgrade. His shotgun gleamed as shells auto-loaded from thin air. Every shot sent another body to the dirt. The phone whispered like a devil in his ear:
INFINITE AMMO ACTIVATED.
Eric roared with laughter, unloading round after round. "Limitless, bitch!"
One alien charged him with a blade the size of a car door. Eric shoved a glowing vial into his own mouth, swallowing the liquid fire. His veins lit up, skin buzzing with power. He grabbed the alien's blade with his bare hands, snapping it in half before shoving the shards straight through its chest.
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The Betrayal Inside
When the smoke cleared, bodies littered the docks. Fire burned on the water. Eric stood in the middle of it, grinning with blood dripping down his arms. Karma leaned against him, panting, drunk on violence.
But from the shadows, another figure stepped out. A tall woman in sleek crimson armor, eyes glowing like molten lava.
"Eric," she said, voice like silk. "They call me Nyxia. Leader of the Crimson Fang Syndicate. You've caused a lot of noise."
Eric spat on the ground. "And you're here to shut me up?"
Nyxia smiled. "No. I'm here to offer you a choice. Work under me… or die."
Karma's grip on her blades tightened. "Fuck her," she growled.
Eric studied Nyxia, cigarette glowing in the dark. He smirked. "You're hot, I'll give you that. But I don't work under anyone. I own everything."
Nyxia sighed. "Then you'll burn."
She snapped her fingers. Dozens of Crimson Fang soldiers stepped from the alleys, weapons raised.
Eric's Counterattack
Eric cracked his neck, stepping forward. "Guess it's time to level the fuck up."
He grabbed Karma, kissing her deep, biting her lip until blood ran. The phone pulsed violently.
SEX MISSION COMPLETE. +1 Level.
LEVEL: 4.
DEAL VALUE: $20 per deal.
His eyes flared brighter. His skin seemed to glow with unnatural beauty. The Crimson Fang soldiers hesitated—drawn in, distracted, their grips loosening on their weapons.
Eric grinned. "See that? Every level, I get prettier. And every level, I get richer. You fuckers don't stand a chance."
Then he moved. The phone spat out weapons like candy—dual pistols, grenades, even a fucking rocket launcher. He tore through them in a storm of violence, laughing as bodies dropped. Karma was right beside him, carving her own bloody path.
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The Duel with Nyxia
Finally, it was just Eric and Nyxia. Her crimson armor gleamed, twin blades humming with energy. She rushed him, faster than anything he'd faced. Their clash shook the docks, sparks flying.
Eric ducked a strike, headbutted her hard enough to crack her visor, then slammed a fist into her ribs. She coughed blood but twisted, cutting his shoulder open.
"Not bad," Eric snarled. "But I'm better."
He shoved the phone into her chest. Energy surged, burning through her armor, making her scream. Eric leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.
"You could've been mine. But you fucked up."
He pulled the trigger on a pistol point-blank, blowing her brains across the dock.
The phone pulsed.
RIVAL SYNDICATE ELIMINATED. +$5,000.
BALANCE: $6,720.
CREW EXPANSION SLOT UNLOCKED.
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Aftermath
Eric wiped the blood from his face, cigarette still burning between his lips. Karma leaned against him, laughing. "You're insane."
He smirked. "I'm rich. There's a difference."
The phone buzzed again, new notifications glowing.
NEW MISSION: Expand your crew. Recruit from beyond Earth.
WARNING: Higher syndicates are watching. Prepare for galactic retaliation.
Eric lit another cigarette, staring at the burning docks. "Let them come. I'll take their soldiers, their women, and their planets. One deal at a time."
He looked at Karma, smirking. "We're going galactic, baby. And I'm buying it all."