WARNING! The Lawful Gamer has various scenes and mentions of swearing, gore, sexual content, and many more subjects that may inappropriate to certain viewers! It is rated M for a reason! If you continue regardless, you have been warned!~

This story will not be like the Traversing Gamer in some aspects, I will not respond to reviews through newly-posted chapters, nor will I be doing Previously on The (Insert Name Here) Gamer, or any sneak peaks.

(Original Earth - United States of America - California - Los Angeles)
(Third Person POV - April 19th, 2022)

"We have a Code 42 in progress at South Vermont Avenue in the Westmont area, multiples suspects involved, officers on site." LAPD Dispatch reported over the police scanners. "Code 10-00, man down, Code 11 enacted, SWAT en route."

Sergeant Raphael D'Angelo of Los Angeles Police Department's local Special Weapons and Tactics, one of the more younger members of his team, slammed a round containing 5.56mm into his Sig Sauer 556 modified with a MAKO Foregrip Bipod, an ACOG sight, and the Giles Tactical Sling. The twenty-five year old man patted the Kimber TLE/RL 1911 holstered at his hip, checking over the various tactical grenades across his tactical belt, along with the the extra rounds of ammunition in multiple pockets across his Kevlar vest that had 'SWAT' emblazoned across the back upper part of his vest. He had two hundred extra 5.56 rounds for his Sig Sauer in ten magazines, and forty-nine .45 ACP rounds in seven magazines, two flash bangs and one tear gas grenade hanging off his belt. Clad in the usual black-themed color of SWAT, he finished looking over his standard equipment.

He looked up at the mirror of his locker, and the face of a raven-haired man with spiked up hair with undercut sides with a small cut going down his right green-eye, fortunately not harming the eye itself, and the man was clearly of Filipino descent considering the light brown skin tone.

"Oi! D'Angelo, quit admiring yourself and let's go!" Raphael's teammate, Simmons called out to him in annoyance. "Get yer fucking balaclava on as well you twit! Those civvies aren't going to save themselves!"

"Right! I'm coming!" Raphael responded, and grabbed his fire-retardant balaclava, covering his entire head aside from his eyes that was resolved by the tactical goggles that he equipped soon after.

Jogging out the locker room with his weapon down, safety on of course, he met the rest of his team in the ARV (Armored Rescue Vehicle), each of them clad in the standard-issue police equipment for Special Weapons and Tactics. Raphael closed the door behind him, bringing up the small set of stairs as well, and sat down in the already-cramped transport with the four other SWAT members of his team. Team Leader Hennighan looked at him curiously.

"Where's your helmet D'Angelo?" He asked, with a tinge of exasperation to his voice. "Did you leave it behind?"

"Uh, shit." Raphael muttered to himself before turning back to his CO. "Yes?"

He sighed, "It's too late to go back for it now, you're stuck without head protection this time Sergeant, ARV's already moving."

"Ugh, you done fucked up this time D'Angelo. Probably going to get yerself killed." Simmons muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Hey now, go easy on the guy." Kia, the team's resident sniper and only female chastised them. "Besides, you probably rushed him Simmons."

"Well he was taking he sweet time in the lockers and we had hostages to save!" He snarked back. "I have a family to go home to Kia, you know this! I don't want my kids to be without a father because of this fucking dumbshi-!"

"ENOUGH!" Hennighan barked, clearly fed-up with the arguing. "D'Angelo is still recovering from the death of his parents, show some fucking respect Simmons." He went silent after that, and Raphael shuffled nervously. "Sorry about him D'Angelo, Simmons can be a little mild-tempered, and I know that working with your guns isn't helping that much with your recovery."

Kia scoffed, "Mild-tempered? Right."

"Kia..." Hennighan warned her.

"Sorry Captain." Kia replied, not the least bit sorry at all.

"It's alright Captain, I'm sure Simmons meant nothing by it." Raphael told him. "It's my fault anyways, I shouldn't have spent too long equipping my gear."

Before Hennighan could speak, he was cut-off by their ARV's driver. "We're nearing South Vermont Avenue, prepare for combat, I'm hearing a lot of scanner chatter and gunfire." They all had their expressions turn stone-faced, adopting the expected persona of a professional Special Weapons and Tactics officer.

"Cut the talk, lock and load." Hennighan told them, cocking his Benelli M4 slung over his shoulder.

Kia cocked back the bolt on her M24, inspecting her equipment and examined a rangefinder, Simmons tilted his Heckler & Koch UMP45 with a vertical grip in-front of him and checked the magazine. The last and the most silent of the team, Hector, merely held his Heckler & Koch MP5 across his chest. Raphael himself looked through the ACOG sight of his Sig Sauer 556, making sure that it properly worked as he aimed down the sights.

"We're here! Go! Go! Go!" The ARV's driver said, and Raphael unlocked the door and kicked down the steps, rushing out into a firefight.

LAPD officers and heavily-armed suspects exchanged gunfire, the latter taking cover inside a Bank of America whilst the former was spread out across the street taking cover behind several police cruisers riddled with bullets. Two officers were already incapacitated, one was not moving as a pool of blood gathered underneath him, while the other rolled around on the asphalt ground moaning in pain as he clutched his arm that was holding on by a few tendons. Any move made by the officers behind cover to retrieve their two comrades downed were met by a volley of bullets from inside the bank, automatic weapons fire in particular.

"Kia, set-up shop on that store over there!" Hennighan barked out orders over the gunfire, "Hector, D'Angelo, provide covering fire for us while we retrieve the wounded!"

"Affirmative!" They replied in unison.

With Raphael having the only weapon capable of being actually accurate at range aside from Kia in the group, he aimed down his sights as he brought his rifle to bare, Hector imitating him as they took cover behind their ARV. Raphael held his breath as he lined up his sights with a gunman peaking from his cover, said gunman had an Uzi in his hands, emptying his clip into a parked cruiser.

Inhale...

Raphael aimed at the man's head, steeling his features.

Exhale...

He took the shot, 5.56mm rounds came out of the Sig Sauer in a three-round burst, and the gunman's head jerked back as the three rifle rounds slammed into his head and splattered the ground behind him in his brain matter, his body collapsing soon thereafter. Raphael then switched to semi-automatic and then began firing on anymore gunmen that came out of cover, no care for accuracy as long as they stayed pinned behind cover, Simmons and Hennighan dragged back the officer with the debilitated arm barely hanging on by a thread.

"We're making another run! Don't let up!" Hennighan called back to them, allowing for his fellow officers to take care of their wounded. "Simmons, stay here and provide covering fire as well, I can get him alone."

"Aye Cap'n, I'll cover ye." Simmons told him as he joined the rest of the LAPD forces behind cover.

Hennighan moved forward as LAPD forces and gunmen exchanged gunfire, he waded through the storm of bullets and the occasional one that nicked him until he came upon the officer that wasn't moving, the pool of blood underneath him had doubled in size where Hennighan saw the full effects of the damage. The officer had two holes seeping blood from his chest while another one was located in his abdomen, it was most likely that he was dead by now. However, Hennighan lifted him up regardless, and began to carry the man back to cover as a gunman called him out, spraying his position in inaccurate gunfire.

However, with Hennighan carrying heavy gear added with the body of a man, accuracy wouldn't count as he soon found out when a stray bullet took him by his knee, likely fracturing it as he gasped and scrunched up his face in pain behind his balaclava.

"Shit!" Raphael shouted, ducking behind cover as a volley of bullets slammed into the concrete next to him. "Team Leader's hit! Keep up that covering fire!"

"What'dya think I'm doing dipshit!" Simmons yelled at him over the firefight, just as the officer next to him had his body riddled with bullets. "Fuck! Dispatch, Code 10-00, officer down!"

Raphael peaked out of cover as three gunmen stood out with an Uzi for each of them, and all clearly saw the downed SWAT officer carrying another one of their victims, and they all obviously took the chance to finish them both off.

"Simmons! They're about to shoot Hennighan! Light them up god-fucking-dammit!" Raphael shouted at Simmons. "Get your ass in-!" Hector tapped him on the shoulder. "What is it Hector- Oh fuck!." His fellow SWAT member had three visible bullet holes in his Kevlar vest, and one arm held his other that had blood streaming out of it, his MP5 hanging limply at his side.

"Dispatch, Code 10-52, ambulance requested." Raphael reported in with all the composure he could muster as he grabbed hold of Hector from under his arm.

"Copy, ambulance en route."

"Lay down Hector, help is on the way, you just need to hold out for a bit longer." Raphael told him, sitting him down against the ARV. "Kia! Where's our sniper support?!" No response. "Kia? Report in." Static.

"Simmons, can you call Kia?!" He called over to him. "I'm not getting any response from her!"

"Let me try then! Ye probably fucked over yer comms!" Simmons called back, before a bullet whizzed past his head. "Fuck me! Was that a sniper?!"

"What?! A sniper?!" Raphael said, before a dreadful realization came over him. "Kia...Sniper...Dammit!" He turned towards Hennighan, whom was struggling to get back to cover as bullets whizzed past him in increasing amounts. "Get out of there!" He shouted, but he was far too late...

"I'm tryi-!" Hennighan was cut off as another sniper round sounded off, and came straight for him, it slammed past his ballistic helmet, directly into the cerebral cortex, his head jerking to the side as he dropped the body of the downed officer.

"No-NO!" Raphael lost all sense of composure as he saw his team leader take a bullet to the head, no longer among the living. "Simmons! You and I-!" A bullet bounced off the side of the his cover of the ARV. "Are the only ones left! Hennighan is fucking-dead, Kia is probably dead, and Hector is severely wounded! We need to end this now!"

"I fucking hear-ye! Stop yelling in me ear!" Simmons shouted, spraying his gun over cover. "What'dye propose we do then?!"

"Have the officers here deal with them for the time being! We'll circle around the back and take them down!" Raphael informed him of his plan, "Another SWAT team should've gone around back and ambushed them but dispatch lost contact with them."

"We better not die from this or I'll haunt yer arse fer all eternity!" Simmons yelled at him.

Raphael and Simmons moved from cover as LAPD officers and the gunmen stopped exchanging gunfire for a brief moment, running in a slight hunched position with their guns aimed forward. Raphael came upon a steel door that was blown inwards, bullet casings scattered across the ground with some splatters of blood on the concrete, Simmons took point considering his UMP45 was always meant for CQC.

Passing through the door-frame, Simmons and Raphael came upon a horrifying sight. The five-man SWAT team that was supposed to take the gunmen from behind were all dead, their bodies looking as if though torn apart. The matte black-clad SWAT officers had either lost an arm or a leg, with one losing both as the room had blood splattered all-over its walls, pools of blood were here and there, but most concerning was that their weapons were missing.

"Oh god-Hrk!" Raphael said as he heaved, the overwhelming smell of blood and gunpowder invaded his nostrils through the balaclava. "H-How the fuck did they do this?!"

Simmons was coping his own way... By vomiting all over the ground as he had his hand hold down his balaclava. "C-Christ, we need to end em' now!"

"I-I read you, let's go after I radio this in." Raphael told him, trying to regain his bearings. "Dispatch, Code 10-00, multiple officers down."

"Copy, continue with the mission."

"I swear, they never care about the people in the field." Raphael told the recovered-Simmons. "Let's go, every second we waste here, another LAPD officer gets shot at."

With that, Raphael and Simmons moved towards the only door in the room, possibly leading to the entrance as they took both sides of the door. Raphael nodded to Simmons and the latter side-stepped in-front of the door and brought his boot down on the door, charging in with Raphael following after him. Raphael came upon a moderately-sized room, the glass doors having half a dozen gunmen taking cover next to them with two more standing near the hostages and two dead and bleeding near the hostages. Before Raphael could continue his viewing of the bank, a gunman noticed their presence and alerted his comrades.

"It's the cops!" He shouted before receiving a chest-full of lead from Simmon's UMP45, dropping his bloodied corpse like a fly.

Simmons and Raphael took to cover as three gunmen fired at them with Uzis' and Glock 45s' that peppered the ground in holes. Simmons took to the nearest cover, a wooden desk, while Raphael took cover behind a flipped-over table. Of course, with enough concentrated fire, the wooden table that Simmons took cover behind was torn apart and a dozen bullets slammed into his back, his Kevlar vest not being made to handle more than a few impacts left him moaning in pain on the floor as his UMP45 clattered to the ground.

"Simmons!" Raphael despaired, he was left alone against seven armed individuals.

"Give it up pig! If you surrender we'll make your death quick! Like your buddies back there!" One of the gunmen shouted, causing Raphael to grip his Sig Sauer 556 harder, and grabbed one of his flash bangs and tore off the pin.

"Fuck you!" He shouted at them, and threw it over his head.

One loud bang later, the gunmen were left partially-blind and deaf as they moaned in agony, one of them began stupidly spraying his weapon wildly around him in a wide arc in-front of him, killing one of his comrades in his spray. Raphael took this chance to peak out of cover and take semi-automatic shots at each of them, although he couldn't remain his cool at being the only physically stable of his teammates so many of his shots were far off from their intended target.

Out of the twenty rounds in his rifle only six hit their intended targets, killing one and injuring two of the seven gunmen whilst they were disoriented. He dropped the emptied magazine from his rifle and drew one from his vest and rammed it in, only emptying half of his clip before ducking behind cover as the gunmen recovered, but not before killing two of the gunmen, leaving behind four of them as the hostages screamed in fear at the gunfire.

Raphael huddled behind the metal table as it shook from being riddled with bullets, the gunmen clearly learned their lesson as they took turns firing as their compatriots reloaded, their ammo however, was not infinite and it was soon learned when the audible click of their guns came.

"Shit! I'm outta ammo!" One of them yelled in despair, slamming his hand into the Uzi as if it would fix it.

Raphael stood up, rifle raised at them. "Drop the weapons now!" He ordered, mustering all the authority he could into his voice.

"Fuck you!" One of them shouted at him, and threw his Uzi at Raphael, which he tilted his body to the side to avoid it, which one of the gunmen used the small amount of time to pull out a pistol from his back and his compatriots surged forward in a display that other normal armed gangsters and/or robbers wouldn't do.

"Stop! Now! Or I will be forced to shoot!" Raphael ordered, but they didn't comply. "Last warning!"

Raphael fired upon them as they didn't listen to his warnings, killing each of them in a single-round burst, their bodies dropping to the ground with bullet holes in their chests and Raphael spun towards the one armed with a pistol. However, the gunman had picked up Simmons - whom was unconscious from the pain - and held the barrel to his head with his other arm wrapped around the unconscious SWAT officer's head.

"Drop your fucking weapons pig, or your buddy here is dead!" He commanded, pressing the barrel against Simmons' head.

Raphael was torn between on calling his bluff or dropping his weapon, but considering the fact that several officers and his teammates were either dead or wounded, he knew that the gunman wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his head should he not comply. There was also the fact that Simmons had a family, kids even, and with him saying that Raphael would get him killed on this operation coming to fruition, he slowly lowered his weapon and laid it on the floor precariously in fear of leaving behind a widow and two fatherless kids.

"Good," The gunman sneered, before suddenly pulling the trigger, the round burrowing past Simmons' helmet at point-blank speed, killing him. "You fool."

"NO!" Raphael shouted, and made to draw his 1911 from its holster, however, he was too slow as the gunman pointed his pistol at him, before pulling the trigger.

Raphael jerked back as the round slammed into his Kevlar vest, the impact knocking the air out of him as he staggered backwards and fell onto the marble ground where he was left gasping in pain. The remaining gunman slowly walked up to him, his steps echoing out to Raphael as he laid staring at the ceiling, his vision becoming blurred as he could barely make out the form of the gunman from the corner of his eyes. He felt the grip of his rifle next to him as his hands made to reach for anything in a desperate move for survival, and before he could lift it, the gunman spoke.

"You should've never interfered." He heard him say in an echo, before a pistol round slammed into his forehead, his vision going dark as he died.

On the nineteenth of April, twenty-twenty-two, an attempted heist by nine armed individuals and one suspected gunman at the Bank of America on South Vermont Avenue led to the deaths of nine SWAT officers and a dozen police officers before they were finally subdued when SWAT officers Raphael D'Angelo and Leon Simmons assaulted them, sacrificing their lives to kill all but one of the gunmen when LAPD officers rushed into the bank, killing the remaining gunman.

(The Endless Abyss/Void - Unknown)
(Third Person POV)

Raphael's eyes snapped open in a panic as he felt the fading pain of being shot in the head - which was an interesting sensation to say the least - and looked around him, his body floating in nothingness as all he could see was white endlessly. He was still clad in the matte-black SWAT uniform along with his weapon, although the bullet from the gunman's pistol was still present in his Kevlar vest, the one in his head was completely gone and the balaclava's fabric was mended.

However, other than that and the endless void that was probably his afterlife, there was a text-box in-front of him with only two words present.

"You died?" [YOU DIED] he read to himself. "Heh... This has to be a cruel joke, right?" He said, although he knew no answer was coming for him he still desperately clung onto whatever little hope he had left.

"N-ope!" A voice said to his left, and his head snapped towards it and came face-to-face with a drop-dead gorgeous brunette.

"W-Who are you?" He asked, blushing behind his balaclava at the woman's goddess-like features. "A-Are you a goddess?"

She laughed, a sound so musical to his ears. "No-no, well actually, yes I am. I'm one of Gaia's Chosen, a Gamer to be precise and I've got some immortal blood running through these veins! The name's Sera Alyssos!" She said cheerily, there was no mistaking that the woman was certainly bubbly and full of happiness.

"Where am I?" He continued his questioning, as far as he knew, the woman could possibly only be there temporarily and possibly his only contact with another sentient being.

"Well, you're in the Void. The place all potential Gamers go to after their original life is over, basically after their deaths and you certainly had an interesting death compared to the usual ones like car accidents, heart attacks, or some plain old way to die." She told him, sounding a bit mellow at the list bit. "I mean, not many potential-Gamers die in battle, and that's only a plus of having actual combat experience when you're given the ability, cause most Gamers were once civilians!"

"A... 'Gamer?'" He asked, ignoring that his death was disregarded so carelessly.

"Ye-p! A Gamer, y'know, one of those RPG mechanic game things, where your character has stats and an inventory and all that stuff?"

"I-I believe I know what you're talking about." Raphael shifted uneasily. "You're saying that I'm going to become an... RPG character?"

"Yes I am~!" She said. "And the notification should come right about... now!"

[You've been chosen to become one of Gaia's Chosen - A Gamer!]
[Do you wish to accept?]
[Y/N]

"I-uh, what do I do?" He said, confused as he turned towards Sera.

"Well Mister D'Angelo, if you want to become an all-powerful being then click on the Y!" She told him in her bubbly personality before turning somber at the next words. "If you just want to go back to Earth and its regular-old afterlife then click N."

Raphael turned back back to the notification box, he didn't miss the somber tone of Sera when mentioning of declining the offer in-front of him, and the sound of becoming an all-powerful being instead of going to whatever afterlife awaits him on Earth does sound intriguing. Nonetheless, he was inclined to click [Y] and did so, and the notification disappeared and a new, bigger one appeared before him and Sera exclaimed from beside him.

"Yay! You're a Gamer now like me!" Sera cheered happily, doing a small jump and he chuckled at the childish act done by a 'goddess'. "Now, read over that new notification box, it's your stats!"

Name: Raphael D'Angelo
Race: Human
Class: SWAT Officer (+10 STR, +10 VIT)
Age: 25 (LOCKED)

Level: 14 (EXP: 0/28,000)

Title: Gun Nut - Due to your almost extreme addiction to firearms, many of your friends and comrades have given you the nickname of 'Gun Nut' because of your almost-unhealthy obsession with them! +5 Levels to Firearms Mastery

Title: Gamer (NEW) - You're one of Gaia's Chosen, one of her Gamers brought from the original Earth to serve her! +(Gamer's Mind), (Gamer's Body), (Observation)

HP (Health Points): 9,900/9,900 (2,300 HP regeneration per minute)
MP (Mana Points): 3,750/3,750 (2,700 MP regeneration per minute)

STR (Strength): 24 (24+10=34)
VIT (Vitality): 23 (23+10=33) (300 HP per point, 100 HP regeneration per point)
AGI (Agility): 17
INT (Intelligence): 25 (150 MP per point)
WIS (Wisdom): 27 (100 MP regeneration per point)
CHR (Charisma): 19
LUC (Luck): 7
Skill Points: 70

Currency: $5,000

Description: Raphael D'Angelo was the son to two loving parents, being the eldest among his siblings but the most detached as he served in the United States military before becoming a member of the Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT) in Los Angeles, where his parents died when he was at the age of twenty-two. Back on Earth, he had no girlfriend or wife to speak of, and was the only single among the three D'Angelo siblings. His cause of death was bullet to the head where he and his fellow SWAT team members fell one by one to gunmen in a supposed 'robbery'. Now, he's a Gamer, one of Gaia's Chosen, capable of traveling the multiverse as ageless beings!

"Wow!" Sera whistled, impressed. "Nice stats! I also recommend saving those points, you can earn some of those stats naturally through actual work."

"So... What now?" He asked her.

"Now, we continue your tutorial!" She replied. "Think of the word 'Inventory' and it'll show up!"

[Inventory], he thought to himself and his stats were replaced by a grid-box holding only two items in it. One being his Sig Sauer 556, and another looked like a present box, neatly wrapped and had a little knot-tie on-top to finish it. He cautiously reached forward and grabbed both as his hands disappeared into the 2D screen, and re-appeared with two different objects in both hands.

"There's your standard-issue Legendary Gift Box, and apparently, one of your weapons from Earth! That's lucky of you since most new Gamers only come with what they have on their person." She told him, "Now, open the box for a high chance at a Legendary weapon or a large sum of money!"

[Do you wish to open 'Legendary Gift Box'?]
[Y/N]

Pressing on [Y], a new item formed in his hands, weighing down on his arms.

[Crowd Control]
[Rank: AA]
[Grade: Legendary]
[Durability: 1,000,000/1,000,000]
[Description: Crowd Control is a riot shield covering the whole body when placed in-front of a being, regardless of race or size it will adjust itself to match up to height and width, it's a completely defensive weapon meant to deal with individuals or large groups. Instead of the usual steel made riot shield, this one is made of Adamantium, enhanced and enchanted to be three times stronger, and will break Uncommon weapons and below once struck by said item. The small see-through glass at the top is one-way and tinted along with a powerful enough material to withstand railgun attacks and area lockdowns.]

[Effects]:
Riot Shield Lockdown (+200 Defense Behind Cover)
Super Shield Bash (+500 Physical Damage)
Adaptability
Flash Out! (The front of Crowd Control lets loose a flash bang-like sound and flash to disorient enemies in-front of it)

"Interesting, looks like you got a defensive weapon!" Sera said, examining the shield with a critical eye. "Could probably stand-up to a few weapons of my own even..." She muttered to herself. "Anyhow, let's continue your tutorial! Please think of the word 'Skills' and it'll show your passive and active abilities that you probably just received now and ones from your past life."

[Skills], he mentally thought once more, and another box appeared in-front of him, replacing his inventory.

(Gamer's Mind) (Passive) (Level: MAX)

Description: Gamer's Mind allows for a peaceful state of mind, allowing the user to remain calm in the face of scenes that would make the most hardened of warriors flinch and shy away at. This skill will make you resistant to all forms of mental attacks and effects, telepathy, mind control, concussions, hangovers, you name it and Gamer's Mind is resistant to it. However, beings such as Gaia can override such a skill as it was originally her creation, so be wary of certain deities that control universes.

Effects:
Strong Will (The Power to Overcome Anything)
Mental Barrier (Resistant to All Mental Attacks)
Universal Translator (All Known Languages Two-Way)

(Gamer's Body) (Passive) (Level: MAX)

Description: Gamer's Body allows for your physical form to live the life of an RPG character along with its added benefits of being one. For example, sleeping in a bed will dispel all negative status effects, such as losing arm that will regrow upon resting, severe poisoning can be solved just as easily with a nap. Pain on the other hand, is something you will still feel, even if its slightly suppressed by Gamer's Mind.

Effects:
RPG Character (Self-Explanatory)

(Observe) (Active/Passive) (Level: MAX)

Description: Observe allows for you to see the statistics for another person, object, or anything really when active. However, only name, level, and titles are seen when the ability is in passive mode. Beings a hundred levels higher than yourself will appear as a (?) for their level, beings five hundred levels than yourself will be marked as (?-?) and beings a thousand levels higher than you will be placed at (?-?-?), any higher than that and they'll be marked as (X) for you will die should you fight them.

Effects:
Observation (Statistics of Target)

(Firearms Mastery) (Passive) (Level: 34/50)

Description: Firearms Mastery represents your skills over guns of any type, be they ballistic, laser, plasma, or other. The higher level Firearms Mastery is the more accurate you will become when firing guns, should be noted that other forms of projectile weapon DO NOT count.

Effects:
+68% Accuracy
+68% Range
+68% Firing Speed

(Blunt Weapons Mastery) (Passive) (Level: 33/50)

Description: Blunt Weapons Mastery represents your skill over weapons that require close quarters engagements, such weapons would be clubs, batons, and various other weapons meant to inflict blunt trauma damage upon the target. Leveling up this skill would increase it attack speed along with reaction speed when wielding a blunt weapon, bladed weapons and other types of weapons not of this one DO NOT count.

Effects:
+66% Attack Speed
+66% Reaction Speed

(Krav Maga) (Active/Passive) (Level: 44/50)

Description: Krav Maga is one of the many fighting styles in the world of Earth, one that hasn't been forgotten just yet, and this one originates from Israel's military self-defense system. Krav Maga is a combination of various fighting techniques such as Boxing, Wrestling, Jujitsu, Aikido, Judo, along with realistic fight training. Krav Maga is meant for quick-counterattacks and brutal offensive techniques recommended to both military and police forces.

Effects:
+176% Attack Speed
+88% Reaction Speed
+88% Kick Speed
+88% Punch Speed
+Takedown Maneuvers

"Hmm, it looks like only your skills relating to combat were brought along with you other than Gamer's Mind, Body, and Observe." Sera mused. "Although, such skills would come in handy in the future, which would be expected from someone who was once SWAT and military. Anyhow, now that we're done with this part of the tutorial, we'll be going straight to battle!"

"Wait-what?" He asked incredulously.

"Yep! I'll be pitting you against opponents twice your level, but they aren't like us - the Gamers. If you can overcome superior opponents then I believe you're ready to become a Gamer! You should be receiving a quest as well for this!" She replied, still remaining cheerful.

Raphael blinked as a new notification popped up in-front of him, and the 'landscape' of the Void changed around him onto plain grasslands, ripples and the warping of air indicating the change in the 'world' around him.

[Quest Alert!]

[Gamer Initiation]
[Objective: Defeat the opponents that Sera Alyssos has set-up for you to complete the tutorial!]
[Bonus Objective: ?]

[Time Limit: N/A]
[Rewards: 10,000 EXP, $5,000, +Finished Tutorial, ?]
[Failure: Death]
[Quest Cannot Be Denied]

"Death huh? Well... I died once already, I don't plan on it happening again." Raphael muttered to himself and lifted up Crowd Control with his left arm arm, adapting to its weight easily, but that could be due to one of its enchantments and drew his 1911 with his right.

Seven men and women clad in full silver colored plate armor appeared in-front of him, each of them wielding a sword and a shield. The shield being a tower shield, with a cross emblazoned on the front of it, and it certainly looked thick enough to stop bullets, their swords on the other hand were longswords which showed off their impressive strength if they could hold such a blade with one hand. Casting an (Observe) on one of them, he only needed to read over the bare minimum of their stats.

Name: Holy Paladin of Duncan, God of Light
Race: Blessed Human (+10 STR, +10 VIT)
Class: Paladin (+20 STR, +5 VIT)
Age: ?

Level: 28

HP: 15,000/15,000
MP: 1,000/1,000

"These are some of the foes that you'll probably face in your own personal campaign story once the tutorial is finished, albeit weakened significantly, they're still quite strong." Sera called out to him from the skies. "Originally, their levels were around seventy to eighty, but I decreased their levels just for you~." Raphael shifted nervously, seven of them had five thousand more HP than he did, it'd take awhile to kill them with just Crowd Control. "Now, get ready!"

As the Paladins of Duncan shifted into combat stances, shield in-front and sword raised behind them, Raphael slammed Crowd Control into the ground, its lockdown effect causing itself to clamp itself into the grass to remain upright as he drew his Sig Sauer, knowing that his 1911 couldn't stand-up to their armor. He waited with bated breath, as the tension was thick enough that you could cut through it with a butter knife as Raphael placed his rifle on the top of his shield.

"Fight!"

[BGM Activated - Skillet - Feel Invincible]

Raphael switched to semi-automatic, knowing that they weren't like the gunmen from his previous life that had absolutely no armor at all and their armor could potentially stop 5.56mm rounds. Lining up his sights with the ACOG, he brought his rifle to bare onto the closest Paladin that was turtling behind her shield towards him and fired, the 5.56mm round ricocheting off the shield and into the ground.

"Fuck!" Raphael swore, their shields did indeed standup to rifle rounds.

He looked to his last flash bang, the M84 tactical grenade was one of two he had left, using the third one in his previous life to takedown the gunmen. He made a split-second decision and tore off the pin and threw it at the Paladins, which one of them foolishly picked up the piece of modern technology as it landed next to him, and it went off in his hands. The flash and the bang blinded and deafened the Paladins, disorienting them enough to drop their guard temporarily, allowing Raphael to take a few shots at them.

One round tore right through the armor of the Paladins, warping his armor as the round burrowed into him and killing him instantly as it pierced his heart, dropping him from a critical hit, making him realize that regardless of HP, they were still fleshy human beings that could be killed easily. Raphael quickly took advantage of the fact and killed two more Paladins with five well-placed shots, bullet casings falling onto the grass as he kept up the fire, with Gamer's Mind allowing him a peaceful state of mind, he did not hesitate nor show remorse for the ones he killed. Had Raphael dealt with the Paladins without the Gamer, he'd be hesitating as his thoughts would be jumbled up from taking a life so easily.

The four remaining Paladins recovered in-time to raise their shields and for bullets to ricochet off their shields. Raphael, dropped the emptied magazine to the grass and drew another one from his vest, ramming it into his rifle as he had a hundred-sixty 5.56mm rounds left in-total in eight magazines, he had nothing else to force the Paladins out of their guard. However, he had an idea that was quite suicidal as it featured him charging at the Paladins, and he picked up Crowd Control from its grip, ripping it out of the grass as he drew his 1911 and put away the Sig Sauer. Letting loose a war-cry as he charged towards one of the Paladins, the latter not being aware due to him turtling behind his shield that blocked the view in-front of him, and that was his undoing as Crowd Control slammed into his shield, knocking him flat on his ass with his shield flying out of his hand.

Before the Paladin could raise his sword against Raphael, a .45 ACP round came out of the latter's pistol and through the small slit of Paladin's helmet, straight into the man's eye and out the other side of his head where it embedded itself into his helmet as its interior was coated in blood and brain matter, blood seeping out like a small river through the helmet's slit. The other Paladins - surprised - quickly spun around with their shields facing him as they peeked their heads over their shields as they ran towards him, switching strategies.

Raphael quickly picked up the longsword and dropped Crowd Control into his inventory for now from the fallen Paladin with a slight huff as it weighed him down slightly, and clumsily raised it in time to block an overhead strike, Raphael was only used to blunt weapons and swords were not his forte as he pushed back against the Paladin with incredible effort.

The Paladin staggered backwards, leaving herself vulnerable to Raphael's 1911 as he fired two rounds into her plate armor, the .45 ACP rounds tearing through her armor as they embedded themselves into her abdomen, causing her to drop her sword and shield and collapse onto the ground holding her abdomen in pain. Her blood stained the grass beneath her as she let out small whimpers of pain, gripping her abdomen tightly with both hands, coating them in her own life-essence.

The two remaining Paladins cautiously circled Raphael, careful not to let themselves be vulnerable to his pistol and Raphael's head moved back and forth between both of the Paladins that gave him a wide berth. However, Raphael dropped his longsword as he didn't feel comfortable holding an unfamiliar weapon, and gripped his 1911 with both hands as he spun his aim back and forth between the Paladins that were closing in on him.

Knowing that he had the advantage of speed on his side considering that the Paladins wore full plate armor stacked with a massive tower shield and longsword, Raphael sped towards one of them, knowing that his compatriot couldn't move fast enough to save him from the attack. Raphael jump kicked into the Paladin's shield, planting both of his boots onto the shield and flipped off it, the Paladin staggering backwards but remained on his feet. Barely raising his shield arm in time, the Paladin's arm was jarred as the .45 ACP rounds slammed and ricocheted off his shield. Raphael aimed down and shot the Paladin's foot, slightly revealed from under his shield, causing the Paladin to scream in pain as the pistol round was embedded into his foot as the man dropped his shield in favor of tending to his wounded foot.

That was a mistake, and he left himself vulnerable to Raphael's 1911 and he was promptly shot in the head, dropping him to the ground with a bullet hole in his helmet, killing him via .45 ACP round to the brain. Raphael spun around to meet the sole remaining Paladin, whom shuffled around a bit on his feet a bit nervously, no doubt due to being the remaining one among his comrades dying to one man.

Raphael narrowed his eyes at the Paladin, and ran forward firing his 1911 at him, causing the man to raise his shield to block the incoming fire, making the same mistake of his now dead-brethren and jarred his arm, Raphael holstered his gun to save what little ammunition he had left and went for a Krav Maga takedown. The Paladin dropped his shield and gripped his longsword with both hands in front of him, and rushed forward to meet him.

Raphael side-stepped the overhead strike and gripped the Paladin's forearm with one hand while using the other to jab the man's wrist enough to temporarily disable everything above his wrist, forcing him to drop his sword. He grabbed his shoulder and jammed his elbow into his armpit and threw him onto the grass on his face, and planted a boot on his back and held his arm behind him, pulling it back with enough force to make him let out a small whimper of pain. Raphael twisted the Paladin's arm, making the latter cry out in pain as he twisted with enough force to snap the bone and disable his arm, leaving him completely useless to use any type of weapon with his hands temporarily. However, Raphael wouldn't allow him to live as he placed his hands on either side of the man's helmet, and twisted, snapping his neck and killing him.

Only one Paladin remained out of the seven that attacked him, the lone female Paladin that had two .45 ACP rounds embedded in her abdomen, and she lost quite amount of blood as the grass underneath and next to her was painted in blood. Raphael slowly walked up to her, and kneeled next to her as she still gripped onto what few strands of life that she had left as Raphael un-helmeted her, unveiling a silver-haired woman with gray eyes, she was quite attractive to Raphael, but she was an enemy that had tried to kill him.

"Forgive me for this." Raphael told her, putting her helmet down on the ground. "You tried to kill me, so please understand." The Paladin woman merely nodded, closing her eyes in acceptance as Raphael placed both hands on either side of her head and twisted her neck, snapping it and killing her.

[BGM - End]

[Quest Completed - Gamer Initiation]
[+10,000 EXP, +$5,000, Tutorial Completed!]

[Bonus Objective Achieved - Take No Damage!]
[? = $2,500]

Level: 14 (EXP: 12,500/28,000)

Currency: $12,500

"Well done!" Sera appeared next to him, startling Raphael. "Although that last bit was a bit... saddening, you did great!"

"Y-Yeah, I suppose so..." Raphael muttered to himself.

"Hey, cheer up now, you've finished the tutorial!" She told him, patting his shoulder. "Now, let's goto the Hub."

(The Void - The Hub - Gamer Plaza)
(Third Person POV)

The Hub was the central meeting place for all Gamers to interact with one another, an place away from their respective universes to interact with others of the same powers, in a sense. Hundreds of Gamers met, sold, bargained, and set-up requests here, where one would be able to enable co-op mode, playing with other Gamers in the same universe. There was also the usual incursion, a massive event with dozens of Gamers participating in taking down a planet's worth of foes, or facing overwhelming odds for great rewards. Only a dozen Gamers appear within every twenty or so years, which would explain the millennia old Gamers such as Michael Nobles or Gabriel Polaris from the Beta-testing years.

"So..." Raphael said to Sera as they passed by Gamers, each dressed... exotically. "What is this 'Hub' exactly?"

"The Hub is basically the main starting place for every Gamer, barring the Beta-testers of course." Sera told him. "It was formed around five millennia ago, a hundred or so years after I became a Gamer, when I was level four hundred-twenty-two."

"Five millennia...?" He muttered in shock, before looking to see Sera's level, since she had reminded him of it.

Name: Sera Alyssos
Race: Divine Norse Goddess (+100 STR, +100 VIT, +100 AGI)
Class: Valkyrie (+50 STR, +50 VIT, +50 AGI)
Age: 5,142

Level: (X)

Title: Gamer Supervisor - As one of the more older Gamers along with being a guide to many of the newer ones, Gaia has deemed you worthy to be a supervisor to all future Gamers, with also a possible chance of romantic encounters. +(Moderator Access), +(Champion of Gaia)

Title: Valkyrie of Cheer - Due to your bubbly personality and being always so cheerful, regardless of the situation, many have seen you as the 'Valkyrie of Cheer' due to it along with your connection to the Norse Pantheon realm. +50 Morale, +50 Motivator.

Raphael's eyes popped out of their sockets in shock, the level and age of Sera surprising him immensely, but he suppose he shouldn't be really that surprised considering what she has told him so far, so there was no one to blame but himself.

"Yeah, and I'll be giving you a non-official tutorial myself." She said, clearly hearing him. "You saw that your weapons had no effect on the shields of those Paladins, right?"

"I did..." He replied, already knowing where it was going.

"Well, since I'm a Moderator, I'll be giving you a quest." She spun around as they stopped in-front of a marketplace-looking area. "You need a new weapon, spells, and some new armor since your Kevlar is clearly down in durability."

Raphael looked down to his Kevlar vest that still had a bullet embedded in it, and winced at that as he used (Observe) on it.

[Kevlar Vest]
[Rank: E-]
[Grade: Common]
[Durability: 4/200 - Irreparable]
[Description: The Kevlar Vest is a bullet-proof vest made of strong polyethylene polymer filaments that are spun into fibers that are then laid parallel to one another, Resin is then used to coat said fibers to form a sheet of Spectra cloth. This is standard-issue to Special Weapons and Tactics, SWAT, along with other types of tactical teams around the world as protection against certain types of firearms.]

"Yeah... I suppose I should get a new one." He said.

"That's why we're in-front of the marketplace. Basically like Gamer's Auction, something that you'll discover later, except this is called Gamer's Market. I'll send you a quest to get what you need."

[Quest Alert!]

[Necessities For Gamers]
[Objective: Buy a Elemental Spell, New Armor, and New Weapon.]
[Bonus Objective: Buy a Companion]

[Time Limit: N/A]
[Rewards: $15,000, (NEW) Equipment, ?]
[Failure: Nothing, no new equipment.]
[Quest Cannot Be Denied

"I'll wait here as you go on ahead by yourself, get familiarized with the Hub." She said to him, walking next to the entrance and stood there patiently. "Go on, I'll wait."

"Thanks Sera..." He told her, thankful for her patience and help.

"Of course, now go, shoo." She waved him off, and he went into the marketplace.

Going into the marketplace, Raphael passed by multiple stalls that had the same notification boxes that he's received before, ranging from incredibly cheap items to the most ridiculously expensive items at hundreds of billions of the Gamer's currency. Raphael's interest however, was piqued when he saw a blunt weapons stall, and walked towards in as if lured to it. Coming to a stop in-front of it, a notification box appeared in-front of him listing the various weapons it had.

However, out of the countless weapons, one of them caught his attention.

[Energy PE Baton]
[Rank: D+]
[Grade: Common]
[Durability: 5,000/5,000]
[Description: The Energy PE Baton - the PE standing for Police Enforcers - is a weapon developed by the United American Federation from a different variation of Earth in the far future, a weapon commonly used by police forces for riots and/or crowd control. The Energy PE Baton is a foot and a half long, one edge of it holding an thin blue line of focused energy to cut through anything built into it, the rest of it being composed of a silver Titanium-color, along with a handle at the grip to either activate or deactivate the energy.

Effects:
+500 Piercing/Physical Damage
+Focused Energy/Laser Line (Cutting Damage)

Cost: $7,000

Raphael hummed, the weapon itself was worth a little over half of his funds, and he was unsure as he still needed to buy an elemental spell and new body armor. However, any other weapon on the list was unappealing to him and made a decision then and there to buy it.

Currency: $5,500

[New item received! [Energy PE Baton] has been placed in inventory!]

With that, Raphael continued on through the marketplace, while a bit concerned at the loss of money he knew it could've been worse, and besides, quest rewards had him receive fifteen thousand upon completion. Although, he did pass by a stall that had featured various 'companions' that could be bought, from regular civilians and soldiers to demigods and dragons, and he doubt he could even buy the latter at his current status. However, he promised himself he would go back if he had the remaining funds for it once he completed the main objective.

Passing by a large amount of stalls, some selling 'divine' food, some selling clothing, and some selling mob drops, he eventually came upon a stall that sold books that sold basic Element magic skills, incredibly cheap. He scrolled past earth spells, water spells, air spells metal spells, until he eventually came upon spells for fire, the exact thing he was looking for an element-based magic spell when receiving information on such things.

(Fireball) (Active) (Level: 1/25) (MP Cost: 500 Per Cast)

Description: Fireball is the most basic and cheapest among the elemental fire skills, but can eventually become one of the most powerful once one would level it up and goes through the evolutions of this spell. The user of this spell would channel this skill into either of said user's hands and use it to summon a ball of fire hovering a few inches above their palm, this skill, while cheap, is deadly to unarmored individuals.

Effects:
+Inflict [Status Effect - Burn]
+250 Impact Damage
+250 Fire Damage

Cost: $1,000

Raphael, of course, bought it on the spot.

Currency: $4,500

All Raphael had to do now was to buy new armor, and he once more went onto search for armor-selling stalls in his area, or level if you want to be precise. Fortunately, or unfortunately, none of his fellow Gamers had come up to him and talked to him or even looked at him for that matter, they were more or less engrossed in whatever screen they had in-front of them as they passed by Raphael. Although, he supposed it was for the better considering he wouldn't know what to do speaking with them, such high-powered beings that they were.

Soon enough, he came upon an armor store that sold things in his price range, and scrolled through the list of bodily defenses that ranged from standard Kevlar vests to full-out futuristic mech suits with so many complex and individual parts that Raphael couldn't even comprehend. However, he merely looked around the price range of the Kevlar, at a staggeringly low five hundred for costs.

He came upon a fully modified Kevlar vest, enveloping the entire torso and arms with it going up to the collar, and leaving the front of it exposed. Of course, it provided more protection than his current Kevlar that was utterly decimated, as it only provided cover to the front and back of the torso and it only costed three times more than the original Kevlar vest in the list.

[Full-Torso Kevlar Armor]
[Rank: E+]
[Grade: Common]
[Durability: 1,000/1,000]
[Description: A more covering version of the standard Kevlar vest, as this envelops the entire torso, arms, and the nape and sides of the neck with its collar. This armor was seen in use in one of the variations of Earth used by rebels to protect themselves against an extra-dimensional empire and their forces, even if their weapons could just as easily pierce through it, it still provided some form of protection.]

Cost: $1,500

"Huh, an extra-dimensional empire... Interesting..." Raphael muttered to himself as he read over the description, before buying it.

Currency: $3,000

[New item received! [Full-Torso Kevlar Armor] has been placed in inventory!]

Now having bought all the needed items from the quest's objective, Raphael re-traced his steps to the companion stall he had passed by earlier while also equipping his new armor and weapon, no longer clad in the plain Kevlar vest with the word 'SWAT' emblazoned on it, saddening for him a bit at the loss of it, but he continued nonetheless and whipped out the Energy PE Baton, its energy line slightly crackling. Raphael is no doubt intimidating, his entire attire was colored matte-black, his balaclava and tactical goggles making him seem quite... scary, and now that he had equipped the new Kevlar, the torso became more pronounced due to the thickness of the armor having to compensate for arm-coverage.

Anyhow, he soon came upon the companions shop, the scrolling list appearing for him as he stood in-front of it, and as he scrolled past each 'companion', a hologram in the stall would change its appearance to match the selected companion on the list. However, his current purchasable 'companions' were on a short list, the rest being red due to him not having enough funds to buy them. Although, even if the list was short, the 'companions' were certainly interesting but eventually settled for the most expensive 'companion' and bought an Elite Ranger.

Name: Hal Greene
Race: Human
Class: Elite Ranger (+20 AGI)
Age: 52 (LOCKED)

Level: 20 (EXP: 0/40,000)

HP (Health Points): 8,100/8,100 (2,700 HP regeneration per minute)
MP (Mana Points): 4,050/4,050 (1,900 MP regeneration per minute)

STR (Strength): 25 (24+10=34)
VIT (Vitality): 27 (300 HP per point, 100 HP regeneration per point)
AGI (Agility): 34
INT (Intelligence): 27 (150 MP per point)
WIS (Wisdom): 19 (100 MP regeneration per point)
CHR (Charisma): 1
LUC (Luck): 11
Skill Points: 0

Description: Hal Greene is an 'Elite Ranger' meant for the tracking and hunting of targets, be they animals, humans, or otherwise. Coming from a modern-day age he's clad in a woodland camouflaged cloak with matching trousers and a shirt - it usually having its sleeves rolled up to show off the scars on his arms - and a compound bow with thirty arrows in a quiver slung over his shoulder. He also has a huntsman knife in his possession sheathed on his left shoulder should he ever wish to engage in combat. Hal Greene is a man of much experience due to his age, but all this is a merely scripted background by his creators.

Cost: $3,000

Raphael of course, was slightly impressed at the stats and level for a companion that costed a mere three thousand, but he shivers to think of the more expensive companions on the list that would outweigh the 'Elite Ranger' he just bought.

Currency: 0

[Quest Completed - Necessities For Gamers]
[+$15,000, +[Full-Torso Kevlar Armor], +[Energy PE Baton], +(Fireball)]

[Bonus Objective Achieved - Buy a Companion]
[+$5,000]

Currency: $20,000

With his quest completed, the Elite Ranger that Raphael bought stood in-front of him with his cloak slightly open at the front as he cross his arms, the upper half of his face being shadowed by the hood of his cloak as his compound bow was over his shoulder and a quiver full of arrows slung over the other. He said nothing but merely stood in-front of Raphael and stared at him, as if he was awaiting any sort of order from him.

"Uhm, follow me?" Raphael ordered uncertainly.

"Order acknowledged, following now." Hal said, thankfully not in a monotone voice, but one that was gruff and full of hardship as his hands went to his sides.

"Okay... Now that's odd..." Raphael muttered to himself, as he turned around and began to walk towards where he could recall the entrance was, Hal following behind him a few steps.

Of course, he still didn't receive any attention from any other Gamers, even with Hal now following him, but he supposed that it was commonplace for such things to happen at the Hub, considering its been here for thousands of years on-end, possibly being created long before the oldest Gamer. Soon enough, he came upon the entrance and as she had said, Sera was still waiting there patiently, staring off into the 'sky' of the Void.

"Sera, I've completed my quest." Raphael called out to her, and she snapped out of her 'star-gazing'.

"Ah, well done! And I see you've done the bonus objective as well!" She told him cheerfully, "Now that that's done, we can finally send you off towards your designated world!"

"Er... 'Designated world?'" He questioned warily, Hal stood behind him not-at-all fazed by anything.

"Yep!" She said, popping the 'p'. "It's basically your main campaign and new home for you to conquer, dominate, and rule over as time passes when you come to power!"

"Right... I'm not even going to question it, I've seen enough insanity-inducing things here already to not be fazed by that, just send me off." Raphael replied tiredly. "I shouldn't be taking all this in so easily, but I think it's Gamer's Mind's fault for that..."

"I wish you and your new companion the best of luck Raphael! Remember if you need any help, feel free to call me up!" She said cheerily, before a large human-sized ovular portal opened next to her. "There's the entrance to your new home~! Enjoy it, and I hope you have a wonderful time!" Was all she said before Raphael and his companion was pulled through the portal, leaving behind a smiling and waving Sera Alyssos.

(? - ? - ?)
(Raphael's POV)

My eyes fluttered open as sunlight penetrated through my eyelids, and I sat-up to see that Hal was already standing guard at my side, along with a small notification box that appeared in-front of me after I had sat-up. The sun going down slowly at the horizon, would've made for a perfect picture to take of the clearing we were in, but I'm no photographer, nor did I actually have time to appreciate the little things of life.

[Welcome to Terros!]

[Terros is a world three times the size that of Earth, yet not on par with the latter's technology they compensate with their use of magic and actual gods. The various governments, kingdoms, cities, and other are always constantly embroiled in war one way or another, everyday a war is declared and ended between kingdoms, swords clash, bowstrings let loose, and magic spells go off. Due to constant fighting the male to female ratio is one to six, which did in-fact encourage for men to have harems, concubines, multiple lovers, etc, something that is commonplace on Terros where war is a constant. It is up to you to re-unite the entirety of Terros and end the constant wars, create a kingdom of your own a bring peace through peaceful or warmongering means!]

"Well, shit." I muttered to myself, knowing that this 'campaign' will take forever if the last bit was any indication. "Hal, follow me."

"Order acknowledged, following now." He replied as I stood up, dusting myself off.

Looking around at the skies, I saw a plume of smoke a certain distance away, the only sign of civilization as far as I can see from the clearing of the forest that we were in. Well, I mused to myself, Hal and myself have a long walk ahead of ourselves...