[ STATUS REPORT ]
Name: Bot-067
Alias: Reever
Bot Type: Aim Bot
Rank: Rookie IV
Level: 40
Class: Locked [Level up further to unlock class.]
System Interface: Unlocked
Skills: None [Become a Veteran to acquire active skills.]
Unique Skill: None
Weapons:
• Common – Slit Spear | Rifle | Mundane Knife
• Uncommon – Falcon SMG | Ranger DMR
• Rare – Crossfire 44
[ Open chest to receive additional rewards. ]
Reever stared at the glowing text, expression unreadable. The hierarchy looked the same as before—the familiar ladders of progression, the cold structure of rank and grind—but the levels were inflated. Forty, already. The numbers meant little. He'd learned long ago that power was less about digits and more about precision.
Still, one line gnawed at him: Skills: None.
No carryover. No legacy. None of the weapons, perks, or talents he'd honed over years of play. It was as if the system had erased his past entirely, rebooted him into a new account.
He exhaled a faint, metallic sigh. "Back to square one, huh? Fine. I've done worse starts."
But there was a flicker of excitement beneath the frustration. A clean slate meant potential. It meant growth. It meant the thrill of the climb again.
The chest from his previous victory waited before him—golden, pulsing faintly like a living heart. When he touched it, light poured out, flooding the chamber with molten gold.
Inside floated twelve glowing orbs, each swirling with a different hue.
"Let's see what we've got."
He reached for the first. The sphere dissolved into streams of light that wrapped around his frame, forming sleek armor plates that shimmered like heat ripples.
[ Armor Acquired — Phase Mirage (Rare) ]
The Phase Mirage hugged his body like second skin—weightless, flexible, almost liquid in its movement. Reever twisted his arm, watching the armor shift color slightly to blend with the surroundings. Adaptive camouflage. Beautiful. Deadly.
He smirked. "Now this is more like it."
Bots had always been pampered by the system—granted absurd gear, shortcuts, and perks. It was almost as if the system considered them its children. And now, being one of them, he had to admit—it wasn't the worst deal in the world.
He reached for the second orb.
[ Upgradable Token Received. ]
His eyes widened slightly. Upgrade Tokens were rarer than mythical loot—items even pro players would grind months for. One token could evolve any weapon to the next rank, and once maxed, increase its damage efficiency and reduce recoil. A real treasure.
He tucked it away for later, lips curling into a grin. "Now that's a jackpot."
The third orb pulsed silver-blue. When he touched it, a rifle materialized in his hands—long, sleek, beautiful.
[ Weapon Acquired — Specter Edge (Sniper Rifle, Uncommon) ]
Reever held his breath for a moment. The rifle was elegant, built for him. Its barrel was narrow and ridged, glowing faintly with blue runes of data code. Every Aim Bot's dream, if they had one, was a sniper rifle that could end fights before they began.
"Finally," he whispered. "Something that feels right."
Without hesitation, he used the upgrade token. The weapon glowed with searing light, runes shifting and multiplying along the barrel until the transformation was complete.
[ Weapon Upgraded — Specter Edge (Rare) ]
He admired it, turning the rifle slowly. "Now we're talking."
His mind flashed with memory—of human hands gripping real steel, of bullets whistling across distant maps, of the rush that came when everything aligned—the scope, the breath, the kill. This weapon felt like home.
Next came three identical orbs. When he touched them, holographic icons flickered into being before his HUD.
[ Gadgets Acquired ]
• Drone Scout ×8
• Flash Grenade ×8
• Smoke Bomb ×8
"Perfect," he muttered. "Eyes, light, and cover. The perfect death trinity."
These weren't just toys—they were survival tools, the kind that let snipers disappear after a kill. The system was giving him the loadout of a ghost.
Five spheres remained. Their surfaces glowed with streaks that resembled meteor trails. When he tapped one, cascading messages appeared.
[ Killstreak Bonuses Unlocked ]
×10 Kills – +1 Flash Grenade
×20 Kills – Kinetic Boost
×30 Kills – Shield Protocol
×40 Kills – Pulse Blade
×50 Kills – Nano Turret
He laughed softly. "Fifty kills for a turret? You're ambitious, System."
But even as he mocked it, he knew he'd aim for that goal. He always did.
Two orbs remained. Unlike the others, these pulsed together—synchronizing, their light weaving like DNA strands. When his fingers brushed them, they shot forward, embedding into his chest.
For a split second, everything went silent.
Then the data surged through him.
[ Two New Skills Acquired. ]
He blinked, startled. "Wait—skills? Already?"
That wasn't supposed to happen. Rookie bots didn't earn skills. Not until they hit Veteran status. This was… different.
He chuckled lowly. "What are you playing at, System?"
It almost felt like bribery. As though the system itself was trying to keep him invested—to keep him loyal. Bots weren't meant to think, to adapt, to rise—but Reever wasn't like the others. He broke patterns. He bent rules.
And maybe the system had noticed.
He looked at his reflection in the golden light—the sleek armor, the glowing rifle, the faint blue gleam in his metallic eyes.
"You're spoiling me," he said softly. "But I'll take it."
Because in his experience, every game—no matter how vast, how complex—could be beaten. The trick was simple: learn the rules, then break them in style.