2025-06-19 17:43:436 Hours Remaining
Isaac stared at the mission prompt hovering over the cracked wall of the alley.
Mission #002: Collect or Die
Debt to be collected: $300
Reward: -$1,000 Debt
Failure: +$2,000 Debt Penalty + Physical Injury
Status: Pending
☐ Accept ☑ Accepted
Why him?
He remembered Marcus—mid-forties, wiry with grease-stained hands and soft eyes. He ran a one-man auto shop in the south end. Once gave Lara a ride home when the buses weren’t running. Once slipped Isaac a warm sandwich and said, “Don’t let the city eat you too, kid.”
Now the system wanted him to shake the man down.
“Great,” Isaac muttered. “I’m a repo thug now.”
A new screen slid into place.
System Tip – Emotional Resistance Detected.
You must complete the mission to reduce your debt.
Backing out after acceptance will trigger penalties.
Isaac kicked a trash bin hard enough to knock it over.
"Redemption doesn’t make you a monster," he growled. "Right?"
No answer. Just the blinking reminder.
5 Hours, 42 Minutes Remaining.
He knew where Marcus would be. The auto shop.
South End – Marcus Auto & Parts
The bell above the door jingled as he stepped inside. The air reeked of oil and metal. The familiar clutter of bolts, wrenches, and open car hoods felt like stepping into a time capsule.
Marcus stood under the hood of a rusted-out sedan, his back to Isaac.
“I’ll be right with ya,” the man called, wiping his hands on a towel.
Isaac’s throat tightened. He nearly turned and walked out.
But the mission screen hovered again at the edge of his vision.
4 Hours, 50 Minutes Remaining.
Marcus turned. His lined face lit up. “Isaac? That you? Damn, kid. It’s been a while. You look like hell.”
Isaac forced a weak smile. “Been worse.”
Marcus stepped forward. “How’s your sister?”
Isaac flinched.
Marcus caught it instantly. His face fell. “Oh no… I’m sorry, kid.”
Silence stretched between them.
Isaac clenched his fists. “Listen… Marcus, I need to talk to you about something. It’s… complicated.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
Isaac pulled out the System HUD—only visible to him, but now displaying:
Target Identified: Marcus Venn
Mission Options:
☑ Collect in cash
☐ Take equivalent assets
☐ Deliver “system punishment”
Time Remaining: 4 Hours 32 Minutes
“You’re in trouble,” Isaac said softly. “Loan sharks. You owe $300. I’ve been sent… to collect.”
Marcus went pale.
“No,” he said immediately. “That debt isn’t real. They charged me interest for a week I never missed. I told them I needed more time—”
“It doesn’t matter,” Isaac cut in. “They… they sent me.”
Marcus stepped back. “You working for them now? You?”
Isaac’s voice cracked. “It’s not like that! I don’t want to do this. I swear. But I don’t have a choice.”
A timer appeared in red at the top of Isaac’s vision:
4:29:22
This is wrong. This is so wrong.
But if he failed the mission, his debt would increase—he’d be injured, or worse.
And the last time he said no to life’s demands… Lara died.
Marcus walked toward the back of the garage, slow and shaking.
“I can’t give them money,” he muttered. “I barely have enough to keep this shop running. But I’ve got tools. Stuff worth more than that debt.”
Isaac blinked. A new option appeared.
Option Unlocked: Accept Collateral
Reward: -$1,000 Debt
Bonus: +1 Instinct Surge Credit
Penalty Avoided.
Confirm?
☐ Yes ☑ Confirmed
Isaac exhaled in relief.
Marcus returned, lugging a heavy case.
“This was my dad’s,” he said. “Old, but solid. Worth twice what I owe.”
Isaac took it with trembling hands.
“Thanks, Marcus.”
“I don’t know what this is about, kid,” Marcus said, “but you’ve got a storm behind your eyes. Be careful you don’t get struck trying to outrun it.”
Isaac looked at him—and for the first time, realized the system hadn’t frozen his humanity. It had tested it.
MISSION COMPLETE
Remaining Balance: $8,500
+1 Instinct Surge Credit
Hidden Trait Unlocked: “Negotiator” – Mission outcomes may improve if diplomacy is used.
System Upgrade Progress: 12%
That Night – Abandoned Subway Tunnels
Isaac sat alone with the case beside him. He opened it. Old tools. Heavy, precise, valuable. But more than that, they were proof.
He hadn’t lost himself.
Not yet.
He called up the system interface.
A new tab flickered to life:
System Store – Beta Mode Activated
Skill Booster I (500 Credits)
Pain Resistance Serum (1,000 Credits)
Passive Skill: “Liar’s Tongue” – Enhances bluffing ability (Unlocked)
System History Archive (Locked – 25% Sync Needed)
Available Credits: 1
A strange sense of control filled him.
He wasn’t just surviving anymore.
He was adapting.
A loud clang echoed from the tunnel entrance.
Isaac froze.
A figure stepped from the darkness—tall, armored in black with crimson symbols glowing on his gloves.
A floating HUD appeared above his head:
System User Detected
Rank: Bronze Tier
Alias: Reaper
System Type: Combat Dominance
The man smiled beneath his mask.
“Well well… looks like the new kid's system finally woke up.”
Isaac’s blood turned to ice.
There are others.
And some were already watching him.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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