From the side of his eye he saw the other items that were the inventory. The blades, the armours he had collected over the years, the armours he had spent considerable time crafting and collecting all the essential components required to make, and the other other stuff.
Almost everything here was either too dangerous or too large to get them back to the actual world, and he had no use for anything right now. He navigated the screen to the inventory's list of useable objects. There were many different kinds of consumables, from special witcher-only potions to apples and bread, filling up the entire inventory block.
Witchers' brews posed serious health risks. They were designed for witchers to use in battle, but they did have some negative side effects. The poisonousness.
There was a fixed toxicity bar, so witchers couldn't use multiple potions at once to gain an advantage in combat. He couldn't keep piling on potions because of the toxicity bar.
It was too dangerous for Robin to attempt to get those potions work in the real world. He could be seriously harmed just by coming into contact with or smelling these potions. The consumables were what piqued his curiosity.
The apple!! The bread!! The chicken drumstick!!! Oh yeah, the game developers had apparently decided to add chicken legs to the eatables. In The Witcher, food had a supporting role due to its ability to speed up health recovery.
During the conflict, this still held true.
Try to picture yourself facing off against a monster while simultaneously eating a chicken leg and holding a silver sword in your right hand. When imagining this situation, Robin would invariably crack a grin.
Thinking back on this, he cautiously pulled an apple out of the stock.
The apple, as usual, was little, just big enough to hold two of his fingers. He did not take the apple away from the table. The apple grew in size after that second. That apple was bright red and luscious looking. Robin thought this apple was more picture-perfect than any other he had seen in ads.
Experiment time!!
Experiment No. 1
Subject : Robin
Items to be explored with : An apple from witcher game
How to experiment : Eat the god-damn apple
Robin was about to do something which he never thought he would do before. He was both afraid and excited. He inhaled deeply and raised the fruit to his lips. Before he ate it, he needed to take a whiff of it.
Smelling like a fresh apple, it was spot on. Actually, the apple smelled better than any other apple ever could. The necessary dose of bravery was taken, and he tried it. As the flesh melted on his tongue, his taste buds contacted the neurons in his brain for the first time.
'This is the best apple I have ever taste in my entire life.'
This was the current transmission from his brain. Upon finishing his first serving, Robin did not think twice about having another. And in less than a minute, he had eaten the entire apple, seeds and all.
Robin didn't have any wounds to see if the apple would heal them like it did for Geralt's health metre. If that turned out to be true, it would be nothing short of amazing. Just an apple and a chicken leg are all he needs to revolutionise the medical field.
He would be hailed as the next big thing after Newton. Physicists would never be the same thanks to one apple, and doctors wnould ever be the same thanks to another.
Absolutely not! He was not that naive! It was the modern day, and he was helpless in the face of society. YET!
There were many other valuable objects in the inventory, such as a sapphire and a gold nugget, that could make him wealthy in a matter of days, but pursuing those options could be risky. He was completely unconcerned with financial matters at the moment.
Now that he knew he could draw anything, including food, he was confident that, so long as his phone and computer had enough juice, he would never be hungry again.
As a result, Robin had to deal with not one, but two issues.
Among those was safety. The safety of our hero was paramount at this time. Having anything that could guarantee his safety in his hands was a must. And for that, he required the use of his keen sense of hearing and sight. And especially so in cyberspace.
The only digital defence against his threats was an artificial intelligence. There were numerous ideas that came to mind as he considered artificial intelligence. The Red Queen from Resident Evil, Cortana and Guilty Spark from Halo. JARVIS, a fictional artificial intelligence, also came to mind.
And would it be safe for Robin to introduce an artificial intelligence into the real world? Let's not consider the terrible Red Queen, the sour Halo sequels' Cortana, or the unthinkable JARVIS.
And to him, possessing power was even more crucial. He had seen enough films and played enough video games to not tune it out. Power was his number one goal. He would never have to face the other end of a rifle if he had the power to prevent it.
Here, strength might come from anywhere. Physique prowess, nimbleness, quickness, and maybe even magic. He needed to find a way to acquire power through games. He wasn't sure if he would be successful in this quest, but he would try his best.
As he searched on Google for games that could aid him in his progress, a number of ideas whirled about in his head. Lost in thought, he failed to see that night had fallen.
6 pm.
At last, the sun had set, and Robin knew it was nighttime. That night was pitch black! It's time to put down the gun. His mom was in her room watching television from her bed so it was easy to sneak away the M4 without her noticing! No way would he put himself in danger like that. Since the M4 was small enough, he stowed it away in his luggage. In a couple of seconds, Robin was ready and making his way stealthily to the front entrance, carrying the bag.
He yelled as soon as he laced his shoes.
"Mom, I am going out for some work?"
"Do you have work, or are you going to see your cousin?" Mom yelled back.
"No, I have to get to some other tasks; I'm taking the car and won't be back for about an hour."
"OK, just get home in time for dinner ."
"Sure!!"
He grew up with a mother who, like Robin, was too slothful to get out of bed and respond to him in person but instead mimicked his antics by shouting. Robin retrieved his M4 from his backpack and exited the lift with it. Every one of the residents in their high-rise complex had their own garage.
He placed the bag on the passenger side seat, started the car, and drove away. In this drive to his university he needed to make extra sure that he wouldn't be pulled by traffic police. Of course, he's never been stopped by them before.
He was a responsible driver who never broke the law. It took him 20 minutes of driving, but he eventually arrived at his destination.
The path was tiny, but it led straight to the modest temple at the top of the mountain behind the university. People normally come here during daylight. Trees and heavy bushes lined the opposite side of the street. Insects were making noises and he could hear the faint buzzing of mosquitoes.
No one travelled along the route late at night. It was completely dark outside; the only light on the road came from the car's headlight. As he sat in his car, Robin made sure no one was approaching from either the front or the back. After waiting for two minutes, he retrieved the bulky M4 from his backpack.
He put the firearm away and stumbled through the thick brush to get a few metres away from the road.
"Farewell, M4. It was great working with you, and I appreciate you being the tool that got me started on the path to mastery."
His visit ended, he returned to his car. His other nagging concern required immediate attention.
In the mobile version of PUBG, he went directly to the vehicles menu. He had to try and get a vehicle out there. He located the vintage Dacia and lifted it with a single finger.
In the end, he prevailed.
The car was brought back and now it was in his hand!!
He stepped on the thick bushes with some difficulty and went a couple metres away from the road and threw away the gun.
...Did he just discard a gun covered in his fingerprints?
yes... yes he did
@Nemesis_nc But I think he corrected himself later. He is human after all
@akaxkaxyap Why not put it back into the game? Or drop it off a bridge? There's also likely a game with tech that could destroy it, like a lightsaber.
@Scarecro can u put a gun back in the game after it has enlarged to normal size?
@akaxkaxyap No idea, but I'm not sure if he tried it. The size change was automatic, so the reverse could be automatic too.
@Scarecro Or better yet, report the gun you found to the police. You invent a place and then you give it to them. They may even give you money.
@Darwin111111 Indian police doesn't work that way. They will probably victimize the one who reported first and then proceed
@akaxkaxyap Couldn't you just report by calling? saying that he found a gun in X place and wait for the police. If they ask about the prints, just say you touched it. Nothing special. With all the bullets unused and untouched, I doubt you'd get jailed or anything.
@Darwin111111 Bro. Trust me people in India don't want to deal with Indian Police. It is horrible experience. My father had to pay 100 dollars 18 years ago just to get a passport.
@Darwin111111 I wouldn't trust the police either. I live in the US, having reported a knife covered in blood before. I ended up having to give a little extra to the cop who came to pick it up, to help make sure any misunderstands didn't happen.
@DiscoDream I understand
@akaxkaxyap Sounds familiar. I stopped by the police station to report that I'd seen a handbag in the bushes at the side of the jogging path, and they weren't even interested in checking it. They just wanted to interrogate me.
... Not India. But similar Police.
hum... the police where I live they are more shill... but also have more restrictions on the usage of force...(they can't straight up shoot at you at the first sign and when they do usually they end up with a restriction) I remember this time when I was crossing a street and I walked fast and to an outsider, it looked like semi-running... and this motorbike police just said to me "no need to run you have the privilege of way" I just shrugged and gave him a thumbs up before walking even faster while drinking a soda
@akaxkaxyap many authors make the mistake of making their characters too perfect or completely useless
yours despite taking precautions still makes mistakes that can be attributed to all the emotions you were going through and let's be honest. WHO in their right mind can be calm?
If your character hadn't made a mistake and it had been perfect, he would have left the story
I'm not saying that you change your writing style, you can just ignore my comment I won't be offended
I once read a story where the writer changes his writing based on comments and the result was a complete disaster. the story was supposed to be about a parasite not an omnipotent super powerful god who destroys universes. damn even the title said parasite
You have a good story don't let criticism even mine make you think otherwise
English is not my language. Sorry if I caused confusion with my comment.
@akaxkaxyap You could try putting it back in the Laptop instead of the phone bro