The room was filled with the heavy scent of incense and magic. Mages stood in a circle, chanting as the summoned heroes from Earth stumbled into the ancient summoning chamber, still disoriented. The sound of clinking armor and murmurs of surprise echoed in the massive stone hall.
Adrian stood last. Calm. Silent. He had seen this before — in many forms, on many worlds. These people — these so-called "heroes" — had no idea what they were dealing with.
The King, regal in his golden armor, stepped forward. His voice boomed like thunder. “Welcome to Everandia, heroes from Earth! You have been chosen by the gods themselves. Your skills and powers will be unlocked. You will be the ones to defend this kingdom!”
The mages around him raised their hands in unison, their staffs glowing brightly. They began to speak the incantations, summoning the classes of the others.
“Class: Dragon Knight! Skill: Firestorm Charge!”
“Class: Divine Cleric! Skill: Holy Smite!”
“Class: Windstrider! Skill: Gale Step!”
Cheers filled the hall as the summoned heroes stepped forward, their powers erupting in flashes of light, each one demonstrating their abilities for the awe-struck crowd.
Adrian didn’t care.
He didn’t need to know about their flashy magic or glowing weapons. His skills weren’t born of gods or curses. They were born of discipline. Precision. Death.
He activated his Weapon System.
[Weapon System: ONLINE]
[Points: 600]
[Select Weapon: Glock 17 Gen 5 – 60 Points]
[Select Ammo: 9mm Hollow Point – 1 Bullet – 10 Points]
> Confirm: Yes
The air shimmered briefly, unnoticed by the others, but Adrian knew. The weapon was here. A simple choice, yet deadly.
The King’s booming voice interrupted his thoughts. “And now, the most important moment! The reveal of your powers! Step forward, brave heroes! Show us your strength!”
Adrian turned his head, but his eyes never left the gun materializing in his hands. He casually raised the 9mm bullet between his fingers, spinning it, as if it were a mere trinket.
The King continued his speech, oblivious to the silent assassin before him. “You will—”
Adrian cut him off with a flick of his wrist. “I’m not interested in your speech.”
The King froze. The mages stopped chanting. The room grew tense.
Adrian stepped forward slowly, the bullet still held loosely in his hand.
"You want to know what this is?" Adrian’s voice was calm. Cold. Deadly. "This is a 9mm hollow point. Subsonic. 147 grains. Brass casing, copper jacket. It’s designed to rip through the inside of a body, spreading out like a flower as it expands upon entry."
The King blinked, confused. He opened his mouth to speak, but Adrian was already moving. He pulled the Glock 17 Gen 5 from the air, the black pistol appearing like an extension of his own arm.
With one fluid motion, he loaded the bullet into the chamber. The sound of the slide locking into place was sharp, precise.
Chk-CHAK.
“Polymer frame. Gas-operated recoil system. Semi-automatic. Seventeen-round capacity, but I’m only using one today. The gun’s lightweight. One pound, 4 ounces. Easily concealable. But here’s the thing,” Adrian continued, the edge of his voice hardening, “I don’t need magic to kill. I just need this.”
Adrian leveled the gun at the King’s chest.
The King’s face twisted in fear as he tried to say something — but the words caught in his throat.
“Oh... you don’t understand?” Adrian said, his tone growing colder with each word. "In short..." He paused, almost savoring the moment. “...it’s good enough to kill you.”
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The room went silent.
With a flick of his finger, Adrian pulled the trigger.
BANG.
The sound was deafening in the small chamber. The bullet tore through the King’s forehead in an instant. His body jerked violently before crumpling to the floor, lifeless. His crown rolled off and hit the stone floor with a soft clink.
Adrian calmly lowered the gun and slid it back into the interface. He didn’t even look at the body.
He turned and walked away.
“Seventy points,” he muttered under his breath. “Not bad.”
The other summoned heroes stared, wide-eyed, not sure what to say. The knights looked from the King’s body to Adrian, frozen in place.
Adrian didn’t care. He was here to do one thing — and he’d already done it.
The throne room still reeked of gunpowder and disbelief.
Adrian had already turned his back on the corpse of the king. The nobles and mages remained frozen — too afraid to breathe.
Then—
“You bastard!!”
A hot-headed young man in a red tunic — one of the freshly summoned — rushed forward, sword raised high, eyes burning with righteous delusion.
Adrian didn’t flinch.
As the idiot charged, Adrian calmly flicked two fingers upward. A dull blue light formed in his vision.
> [Weapon System Opened]
Selected Weapon: KA-BAR USMC Combat Knife
Tier: Low
Point Cost: 40
Origin: Earth – United States
Material: 1095 Cro-Van Steel
Length: 7 inches
Edge: Straight, partially serrated
Design: Clip-point
Purpose: Close-quarters neutralization.
Status: Non-magical. Purely lethal.
Blue light shimmered in his right hand. A matte-black combat knife manifested, its grip worn smooth from years of ghostly use.
Adrian stepped forward once — just enough.
The hero swung his blade in a wide arc.
Adrian weaved to the side like it was slow motion, stepped in, and with surgical calm, dragged the edge of the knife across the attacker’s throat.
No flourish. No wasted movement.
The slash was deep — windpipe severed, jugular open. The sound was a wet gasp.
As the fool collapsed to his knees, eyes wide in confusion, Adrian crouched beside him — expression flat.
> “This is a KA-BAR. Standard-issue for American Marines back on Earth. Seven-inch blade, carbon steel. Serrated for versatility. Balanced for kill strikes.”
The boy gurgled, clutching his throat, blood running down his chest like spilled wine.
> “It doesn’t glow. Doesn’t hum. Won’t deflect spells.”
Adrian stood slowly, letting the blade drip before flicking it clean in one motion.
> “But it was designed for one thing... and it excels at it.”
He slid the knife back into the black sheath that faded into particles once sealed.
The dying boy spasmed on the marble floor, choking on his last breath.
Adrian walked past the body like it was a discarded coat.
The royal hall quaked with rage and terror.
“You will not walk out alive!” a senior mage screamed, hands crackling with lightning.
“We’ll hunt you to the ends of the realm!” another bellowed, robes whipping in the draft.
Adrian kept moving. Unhurried. Impassive.
He paused at the threshold, half-turning so only one eye met theirs.
Cold. Flat.
> “You don’t hunt the reaper.
You count the bodies and pray he wasn’t sent for you.”
A flick of thought opened his private HUD.
> [Weapon System – Deploy]
? M67 Fragmentation Grenade — Low tier — 70 pts
? Steel shell · Composition B core
? 4.2-second fuse · 15 m kill radius
? Purpose: personnel removal / conversation ender
Steel appeared in his palm. Safety pin out—spoon held.
He lobbed it underhand; the grenade skittered to a halt amid the circle of robed mages.
Adrian glanced back once, voice just loud enough to carry:
> “In short? It goes boom.”
He stepped into the sunlight.
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BOOM
A deep, concussive thud rolled through the corridor. Marble dust burst from door-jambs; stained-glass shattered behind him in muted rainbow shards.
Adrian kept walking, explaining to no one—yet somehow to everyone who might still be listening:
> “Steel casing ruptures into eighteen-hundred fragments.
Overpressure wave? Nine kilopascals—enough to burst lungs at the epicenter.
Anything left standing is just lucky… or wasn’t worth the shrapnel.”
A final tremor rattled the castle stones. Then only distant screams, crumbling masonry… and the echo of his boots on the drawbridge.
Adrian slipped into the outer courtyard, coat fluttering in the smoky breeze.
Somewhere beyond the walls, horns sounded—alarm or pursuit, he couldn’t tell, didn’t care. He tapped the Weapon System again, eyes narrowing on the next option…
