Infinite Mana In The Oasis

Oasis Online

"Fu*k, we missed again."

As the guy in a black suit reloaded his gun with his mana, another man in a black suit in the black car registered his dissatisfaction with him. They had been chasing their target for a while now. There were six more cars like the one they were driving.

They all worked towards the same goal. Destroy the souls of Viktor Vladimir and Fernando Torres. Everything else, such as post-op PR, would be managed by the other team.

Their job was to kill. No questions asked.

"Do we really have to go this far for a normal human? Why make it so messy by doing it in front of so many people? In Oasis for fuck's sake."

The mercenary, who was sporting the mana gun in his hand, was busy shooting at Vik's car when his partner whined some more. Each car had two men on board. One would drive. The other was tasked with shooting at their targets.

This was a simple setup for killing two non-Metas in broad daylight. And yet, they were struggling to kill the lunatics. The lunatics in question wreaked havoc everywhere they drove with their crazy driving and relentless shooting.

"You didn't read the whole file, did you?"

The shooter adjusted his gun and channeled his mana into it once again. Then he fired some more shots at Vik's car before continuing.

"We have been hired by someone who is closely connected to Oasis to enter this forsaken area and kill those idiots here. Maybe one of those big Houses? We don't know."

Winds howling. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Reload.

"It seems they are still trying to locate them outside. So we are here, trying to take the lives of someone who isn't living to their fullest anyway.

But hey, the pay is quite decent. The targets are famous among these Bourgys because of the bounty that has been placed on them. So we might be able to include that in our reward as well. Hahaha."

The shooter retreated into his seat and relaxed a bit. These guys didn't seem to be part of Oasis, which Vik, Tory, and the rest of the viewers of the whistleblowing act were. It seemed that belonged to the different strata of human society.

Even though he was a metahuman, the shooter needed respites like these. He then looked at his partner and looked at him like he was some country bumpkin before adding.

Next time, do your research right and read the whole file if you want to be paired up with me. Hmph!"

The guy who was shooting at Vik's car said in a condescending tone to his partner. Just when he was about to criticize him more, he saw Vik's car that had been taking all the damage from their mana guns suddenly turning 180 degrees.

"What in the world…"

The shooter mumbled to himself as he watched Vik's car closing in on them. First, he thought Vik had given up on his life. That's why he was committing suicide like this. But then he saw Vik holding something in his hand.

It looked like a mini-bazooka-like weapon with a series of transparent vials attached at its scope's position. The vial had sparkling green liquid in it.

It didn't take long for the shooter to figure out what it was.

'That is mana liquid. A potion bomb.'

As the man with the mana gun watched Vik with the odd weapon in his hand, he mumbled to himself. He also realized that the mana liquid in the device could be used by non-Meta users due to the way the whole setup was created.

A mind races ahead while the body lags. For the shooter, it looked like quite a time had passed. All his thoughts were processed in a fraction of a second.

The mercenary then realized that he had not said his realization out loud. His partner was still moving towards the incoming Vik with a sigh on his face. As if he was pitying the lives of the victims he was going to take.

The shooter looked at him and practically snatched the control panel of the levitating car before screaming in part panic and part more panic.

"Fuuuuuu*ck. Why the fu*k are you still driving towards that maniac, you di*khead? Let me fokin turn this shit around…"

It was already too late at that point.

The last thing the shooter and his partner remembered was a blinding light consuming them before creating a distinct noise in the background.

In the surroundings, white noise resounded before turning into an ear-splitting explosion.

A cluster of green lights flashed in the middle of the road where the black cars were congregating.

The spectators watched with a mixture of absolute shock and excitement written on their faces as the cars and their occupants were engulfed in a cloud of green flames.

***

Vik and Tory had blown all their money on the arsenal when they found out they couldn't log off from Oasis Online. They knew they were in mortal danger at that time. The duo was a part of the darkness that predominated in their era. They knew more about how the big Houses associated with Oasis Corp worked than any normal population.

Tory's wish to go guns blazing and Vik's wish to retaliate against Raquel found a middle ground when they both received the dough of 4K New World Coins. The money wasn't substantial enough to make them do whatever they wanted. But it was enough to buy the arsenals they needed. Therefore, they got the whole car full of it in one go.

Things bought in Oasis didn't necessarily have to stay virtual. Using the respective outlets, people would be able to render a real, physical model of the same using the models they purchased in Oasis with real money.

These outlets could either be legal, illegal, or somewhere in between. So logically, every unique item that was bought in Oasis held a practical value.

Yet, Vik and Tory knew that they wouldn't be able to use any of these guns in real life. Which was sad. Because Vik liked what he was owning at this time.

The arsenal Vik had bought was lethal to the average man, even when they were in Oasis Online. These items weren't difficult to get. Killings in Oasis were a fairly common occurrence. Or at least as common as it was in real life.

It was the gear meant to be used on Metas that they had blown most of their rewards money on. The thing Vik had in his hand looked like a gun but it was actually a projectile launcher.

The launcher could be loaded with vials of potion bombs. This was the most expensive purchase Vik had in his possession, thanks to that reward money.

When Vik turned his vehicle around abruptly, things happened in quick succession. He first shot the potion bombs with his launcher, targeting four of the six cars. He only had potion bombs in the launcher he could save at a time. That was his entire arsenal for Metas.

A shooter had managed to aim at the potion bomb that was coming for his car in midair, detonating it right then and there. But the rest of the mercenaries weren't so skilled. Their cars were hit by the potion bombs aimed at them and they were immersed in ever-expanding green flames soon after.

The expansion of green flames was so rapid and potent that it also affected the car nearby that wasn't targeted by the potion bomb. One didn't need to be a genius to know what the result of such a mana-influenced explosion was going to be. With four potion bombs, Vik had taken care of 5 cars and all the mercenaries riding them.

The detonation of the potion bomb in midair had also damaged Vik's car. It was lifted off the track and sent to a different course in the direction of the car he couldn't target with his potion bomb.

Vik flashed a wicked smile as he saw that the distance between his car and the assassins' car was getting shortened at breakneck speed. For a short span, the assassin that was meant to shoot Vik forgot what his job was when he realized what Vik was up to.

A crash between two cars running in opposite directions was imminent. It was too late for either side to change the course.

Screech. Crash. Boom.

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AN: Bourgys means low-class people in dystopian literature.