"Point. Buy."
"Kill some aliens and replenish supplies for you!
"Bang, bang, the counter is a trap
"Click, click, new equipment is on your legs."
"Ri
ce, repeat, climb so high! "
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I started hyperventilating. It wasn't pleasant having such difficulty breathing while bleeding, but I did it anyway.
It's fine now, no need to panic. You are already dying. Hyperventilating will only make your condition worse.
"What, where are you?" I asked.
I raised my head and looked around. With a pole still sticking out of my chest, the weirdness of the moment was too much for me to handle, so I looked around the open museum, trying to make sense of it.
Now, blood loss is no excuse for not putting two and two together.
I let my head fall back. "Am I a samurai?" I asked.
This is stupid. It’s something kids around the world dream of. Could this happen to someone like me?
Yes. You are, at least for now. In twenty minutes you are no longer alone.
"Why?" I asked.
Was that voice really speaking loudly? I don't know where it comes from. Maybe it was the sound of pain, the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
After about six minutes, blood loss and trauma will cause you to lose consciousness. The rod cuts into your liver and gallbladder and you bleed a lot.
A glance at the blood around the pole made that clear. "Yes?" I asked.
Assuming no action is taken, within two minutes you will begin to experience cardiac arrest, then systemic failure, and ultimately death.
I swallowed. "I'm dying," I said through the pain.
Who are you. Now let's get this out of the way, shall we?
I might worry about hearing the sound later. "What should I do?" I asked.
Turn to your side to get rid of the weight on you.
I cursed, tears welling up in my eyes, and I turned to the side, kicking my legs out to try and gain some kind of leverage. The alien above me fell to the side, dragging the pole.
I let out a scream as the pole still embedded in my chest moved with the movement.
well done! Although you did mess up your insides. Don't worry.
I sniffed, feeling like I was one of the children I was supposed to be caring for, not myself. "Now, what now?"
Currently, you get 20 points for killing the two Type III models, as well as the initial 100 points granted to the new Vanguard for free. Recommended to buy!
My eyes wandered for a moment, then turned to an image of a thick syringe hovering in front of me.
This is Wou
dStop. A device that can be used by anyone who has unlocked a Class I medical utility. It costs fifty points to unlock the course. The Wound Stopper will cost you five points.
"It hurts," I whispered.
Please accept the purchase. We don't want you to die on us.
I could barely connect the two thoughts together, but anyway, I decided to trust the AI with “yes, please.”
well done!
Class I Medical Facility Unlocked!
Points reduced to... 70
New Purchase: Level I Wou
dStop
Points reduced to... 65
A box appeared next to me. Just a bloody floor, my red mixed with the alien's green, and then a box. Plastic, roughly shaped like a syringe. It looks cheap.
Wonderful! We need to remove that pole. And by "we" I mean you. Be careful now, your clock is already ticking.
I put my hand flat on the ground beside me, leaving red marks on the faux marble, and pushed myself back. The feeling of metal being moved out of my gut reminded me of being stuck with a needle.
The pole fell heavily to the ground.
I doubled over and vomited into the ever-deepening crimson puddle.
OK You've removed the one thing that stopped you from bleeding...more. Now your time to survive and act is short, so let's hurry up, shall we?
My answer was a choked sob.
Please open the box and place Wou
Apply dStop to your wound.
My hands shook as I reached for the box. The top came off easily, revealing a tube as big as a water bottle with a tip like a turkey greaser at the end. I took it and inserted my thumb easily into the top button. "In the wound?" I asked.
Exactly! I'm glad you don't need instructional videos. You'll be dead before it's over. Ha ha!
I whimpered and put Wou
dStop stuffed into the hole.
The button is stuck. At that moment, I felt like someone was pouring sand on me. I hissed, kicking my legs outward.
Then the pain went away.
I breathe in, then I breathe out. My breaths were still a little short, but the pain was gone and everything was gone. I raised my head and wiped the blood from the hole in my shirt. There was now an off-white plug where I had been stabbed. It feels like rubber. "What?"
This will keep you going for a while. Your liver needs to be replaced. Your gallbladder also has it, but it's not that urgent. Oh, you lost a lot of blood. Wou
dStop can keep you alive for a while.
"What the hell," I said.
. If you don't accumulate more points, you won't be able to purchase new organs.
I stood up, my legs shaking beneath me. Next to me was an alien with a foot of metal growing out of its head. A few meters away, there was another equally terrifying beast, foam slowly coming out of its mouth.
"There are six," I said. "I...I have to find someone else." I took a step, only to stumble weakly. I climbed on the partition wall to stay standing.
This is the right attitude! Unfortunately, you're unlikely to be able to do much with even an extra Model 3.
I took a few quick breaths. "I'm a samurai, right?" I asked. It sounds stupid even saying that. Worse, I felt like I was talking to myself.
You are indeed a samurai now.
"Then I should be able to fight them, right?"
A samurai is supposed to be strong, almost godlike. The whole damn museum celebrates them.
suspect. Although the attitude is very good. If you do want to fight them, I might have some suggestions.
"I can buy something, right?" I asked.
indeed. Now, let's see what weapons you can afford that will get you more points!
