As naps go, Dante had one that was very banal. It didn't do much to refresh him, but it also did alleviate the building stress and tension.
Since he had dropped into this world, he had slept about 4 times over the course of 2 or so days. It was either he was very easily fatigued or there was a severe underestimation by the normal people about how tiring dangerous scenarios were.
ραndαsnοvεl.cοm When he got up, he saw that the cat was asleep in its cradle, purring silently. Beside it was a few empty cans, showing how it had gorged itself well before going into a food coma.
Dante shook his head and washed up a little, but since he only had one pair of clothes, he couldn't wash them clean. He just wore them as-is and left his residence, noticing that it was finally daytime.
Dante used the system to check the remaining time on his Gene Enhancement and saw that he had 4 hours remaining. As for his class with Xue Bing, there were 12 hours remaining, so he had time.
He then went to the marketplace to look for weapons. He was about to head into the wild, so he had to make preparations and make sure he did not end up as pathetically as before.
Luckily, this world had both superhumans and normal people, so society did not retardedly regress into using only cold weapons. There were guns of all types for sale, and they were the most preferred weapon for anyone and everyone.
Dante had a limited amount of Gold Chips after spending some on food and some necessities for the residence. He had about 8 gold chips remaining, and even the cheapest pistol available was over 50 gold chips.
He sighed and pondered his choices. With 5 Mutation Cores, he could sell them and easily arm himself with suitable weapons and armor before heading out to make up the losses.
Even though selling Mutation Cores was seen as dumb, it would be even more foolish to hold onto them and then go out there with barely enough supplies or weapons.
Was he supposed to rely on some cosmic luck to prevent him from dying like a dog? Not to mention that he did not easily believe in such things, it was not in his nature to take such a course of action.
The other course of action was to follow the guide in the forums and head to the City Militia Outpost to sign up as a superpowered warrior for the city.
They would given you a basic starter package for joining in exchange for taking 30% of all your spoils for your 30 days lifespan. All the thing Dante wanted they would provide for 'free'.
Most players who descended in safety and did not get a single kill would choose this option since they had a short lifespan anyway, and they didn't have anything to trade.
Those who were lucky like Dante and harvested a few who naturally auction them and then get their own gear. That way all their future gains would be for them alone, and they would not be pestered by any faction.
Dante naturally chose to head to the marketplace's center which was highlighted by a large four story building with many people coming and going from within.
This was the city's official armory, and you could buy anything you needed here, from Mutation Cores, to drugs to heal or cure ailments, to weapons, armor and whatnot.
There was a forum post that advised all new players to only sell their Mutation Cores to any City's armory first during their initial descent. It was too easy to be tricked or duped by players or natives, and even be robbed by them.
Only pros who had descended multiple times should do such a thing because they would naturally know their way about, Dante wasn't going to act like he knew better and quietly went to a counter within the shop and placed his five Mutation Cores down.
The man seated behind the reinforced glass smiled happily and inspected the cores using some special deice. Hearing a pleasant beep and seeing a green light on all of them, his smile became wider and he spoke to Dante in a rugged voice.
"Five F Rank Mutations cores. Their MSRP is 100 Gold Chips but we're willing to pay 105 for each."
Dante knew that this was not a really good offer. The 100 Gold Chips thing was the base price set by the various cities of the world, and most mutations cores sold for far higher than that, even at other shops.
In direct trades, depending on the desperation of the buyer, one could even reach 150 gold chips. In auctions, they could easily reach 200.
Offering 105 was not sincere, but the fellow was also trying to make a small profit and increase his margin in his daily report to the administration behind him.
Not to mention that the reason anyone would sell here was for the safety, quality and trustworthiness. Dante could afford to take a slight loss on this account, because he was confident he could make more.
Anyway, he shouldn't get attached to these things. Every mutation Core or Gold Chip only served the purpose to increase his final score at the end of the 30 days.
If they could be spent or bought at any price to even increase that score by 0.1%, then it was a big win.
Dante accepted the offer and then from the same vendor, bought a Barret M82 50 caliber sniper, one Kalashnikov and one M4A1 Carbine, one Desert Eagle and one Colt 1911, all in mint condition.
He bought a set of light weight kevlar armor called 'Sotnik'. It was a Russian developed super armor that was only released for a few years before disaster came.
It was durable to the point where the wearer could even survive head on assault rifles bullets and even anti material sniper rounds. It came with a helmet that had some technological functions like comms, infrared, thermal vision, night vision, facial recognition, aim assistance, target mapping and more.
It also had a gas mask and a defibrillator as well as an internal medical distribution system that could pump adrenaline, morphine or whatever you slotted into the suit right into your system in critical situations.
Aside that, Dante bought a few bottles of Anti-Mutation, Anti-Radiation, food pills, healing syringes and a lot of ammunition that he squeezed into his newly bought backpack.
When Dante equipped everything - with the help of the salesman since this was complimentary service - he walked out of the armory wearing a full body suit that looked heavy despite being relatively compact already, with a backpack large enough to cripple a man.
The vendor looked amused and slapped Dante on the back, but he remained steady. The vendor and other onlookers who were amused suddenly had their eyes flash when they saw that Dante could easily move with all that weight without feeling the pinch.
They made speculations and assumed his superpower was the strength or enhancing type, which would make his current get-up sensible rather than short-sighted.
After all, all of them had lived for a while and had seen many types of superpowered people, so those coming to do what Dante did were a dime a dozen.
Of course, there were those with superpowers that did not enhance their strength who did this and fell over in tiredness after two steps, giving the onlookers at the time a good laugh.
The vendor would usually shake his head and recommend them something else more suited for their build and superpower. After all, it did not benefit anyone for these superpowered people motivated to clean up the world of its filth to die.
The harder the worker and the more successful they were, the more the natives benefited. If it wasn't because it would ruin the economy and cause them trouble, they would like to freely equip all superpowered fellows and toss them into the wild.
Dante himself walked through the streets looking like a modern centurion, his already slightly tall build making him feel like a significant threat to all those who gazed upon him.
He did not feel much of the weight as he walked, much like how holding a cup of water was not very hard. However, if you held that cup up for a while, your hand would begin to get tired.
Dante surmised he could go about 30 minutes of walking before needing to rest until he increased his SDI further. As such, he marched straight out of the gates, bearing the shocked and respectful looks of the guards at the entrance.
After all, he was well equipped and looked powerful, so they couldn't help but feel like he was mighty.
Dante went right to the area where he had come from, which was covered in bushes and shrubs that lead into the forest area. His goal was naturally to see if that Withering Irradiated Zombie was still around and then kill it, claiming its stats for himself!
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