The Gene Gamer

In the space ship, birds with weird snake feautures could be seen entering through the window into the ship. Occasionally some birds trying to enter the ship abruptly falls down with bullet injuries all over its body.

Right now, a black haired kid with average features and extremely pale skin was fighting with three birds inside the ship. The birds were strong as the kid was pushed away every time his knife came in touch with the bird's claws. Even though the kid was outnumbered strangely every time a claw came to attack him, his knife would already be there.

The screech of claws scratching metal was heard occasionally but the sound of a knife slicing meat was also heard along it. The kid seemed to be out of stamina as his breath seemed out of order and deep huffing sounds were heard from him. But as if the birds were inflicted with a disease the outer parts of the birds were pale and the original yellow color of it was unrecognizable.

The injuries of the birds were blue and constant lifeforce was coming out of it. Slowly the speed and the strength of a bird inflicted with the most injuries slowed down and the reaction speed of it was also becoming sluggish.

After a while the bird fell down, the bird was incredibly skinny that it looked like a bag of bones. When the bird fell down an energy of sort came out of the carcass and the stamina of the kid seemed to be filled as the huffing sound stopped and the speed and strength of the kid increased.

The remaining two bird showed reaction similar to the dead bird. Like the dead bird they died one by one with carcasses without any blood while the kid was perfectly fine, even the wounds from before had healed themselves. It was a strange encounter, the kid was on the disadvantageous side just a second ago and was on the verge of falling apart when the first bird died.

The first bird dying was a turning point for the battle as soon after the two birds died. The black haired kid was Cylius and the two birds were the Yellow Snake Birds.

Although the adults had taken on the powerful first grade birds to the third grade bird, and the remaining birds were the ones with weak prowess it was still very hard for them to contend with them.

Even though the fifty people that participated in this mission were elites among the elite, they were just beginners and had only awakened their genes a month ago. There were already casualties but it could be said to be a survival test to differentiate the strong from the weak.

Even people of their calibre would die, while they could just sit back and watch, people that had the same power as them from the start or even people who had weaker combat power would become stronger than them. They would be left behind and they would die nonethless, the cruel law of the jungle.

If you don't become stronger constantly, you would be overcome by the waves, a hopeless situation where you wouldn't be able to escape.

Cylius had just dicovered that by killing a living organism through the energy he could absorb their lifeforce resulting in him regaining his stamina like before. With it he could even power up but it had its limits. The power absorbed from the carcass was too little, maybe because of the limits of his gene.

The energy also worked slowly and fast depending on the power of the bird. The first bird was the strongest and it almost resisted the energy completely, it was only due to him injecting large amounts of the energy into the bird that he succeeded. To absorb the lifeforce he would also have to make the energy into the body of the target, so killing with guns wouldn't work.

Now that he had the enough money for the two things he needed he would just laze back but apparently it didn't allow him to. They would have to fight with the birds all the time and they can't retreat unless its an order. If they retreated they wouldn't be given reward and even have to pay some points.

Since his strengthening he felt his perception increasing along with the energy. Killing seemed to be a good way for him to strengthen himself but he had no ambition to do it. As long as he had money and games paired with a comfy apartment he din't need to worry about strengthening himself.

If he could complete this mission with good points he could lay back and rest. He wasn't so concerned about survival as the missions that had good rewards weren't suitable for the beginners to take. And the remaining low grade missions weren't enough for others to overtake him.contemporary romance

He was in the higher position, even if the elites could be replaced it wouldn't be so easy to replace him. As he was pondering over it he had subconciously shot a bird in the skull as the alluring scarlet red blood dripped down from the bird's head. During the fights going all around although it attracted some attention it was quickly forgotten.

The shot was from Cylius and i was already the fifth one, this had proved just another thing, he was better at long distance battles rather than close combat one. He was also trying to apply the enrgy into the bullet but he still couldn't get the hang of it. In theory it was possible, bullet was entirely made from pure energy and mixing the yin energy with the bullet was possible. The yin energy was very light meaning it wouldn't make too much of a difference.

Still a minute difference was all that could change the structure completely for complex guns like the sniper he had borrowed. So he was experimenting with it for a while but he still couldn't do it. He felt that as long as he persisted he would be able to do it soon. Just as he was putting the sniper down looking for the next subject, a flapping sound was heard right above him.

'Sh*t' he immediately threw the sniper he had in his hand as he pulled his handgun and shot into the direction were the flapping sound was heard. Another flapping sound was heard as the huge thing that he had heard backed away. Even though the amount of movement was small, doing it in a split second had his body tired out as his muscles were constricted tight.

Even though his whole body was aching right now, he couldn't relax. If any of the fifty that participated in this mission were put into his position, they would have serious injuries at least, with the stronger people having a less serious injury. At least Farold and Daris wouldn't have any unexpected results.

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