Anime Survival

"I would like to register as a mercenary."

James said as he stared at the impassive face of the man in front of him who nodded slowly before turning on his SmartGear.

"First and last name?"

"James Bond."

"Your mercenary group will have how many people?"

"Just me."

"What will be your code name?"

"Solidsnake."

"What types of ȧssignments would you like to take?"

"Espionage, bounty hunting, ȧssassination, close protection, and medical services."

The man looked closer at James for a moment before continuing to write a document on which he imposed a stamp before using his smartgear for a few seconds and handed the document to James.

"You are now a DNS mercenary and you can collect your membership card at office 142 on the 15th floor after paying the registration fee of 15,000 USM."

James took the document from the desk and thanked the bald man before walking to the next office on the 15th floor.

About two hours later he came out of the building with a red card in his hand that looked like a bank card.

"I'm almost out of money, but hey, with this card I'll have more freedom to buy and sell."

He went to the shop where he had exchanged some materials for money when he arrived on the planet and stopped at the counter in front of some kind of creature that looked like the illegitimate child of Myke Tyson and a buŧŧerfly.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

James did not pay attention to the physical characteristics of this alien who really looked like a humanoid buŧŧerfly on steroids and simply placed various objects on the counter.

"I would like to trade this item for points."

He then removed his DNS mercenary membership card and placed it on the counter as well, the buŧŧerfly man smiled brightly and nodded slowly.

"My fee is 500 black PT." .

"I give you 100PT no more and no less."

"But sir, it's very complicated...."

"I give you 100PT no more and no less."

"I have a wife and 56 children to feed..."

"I'll give you 100PT no more and no less."

"I can give you a discount up to 400! This is my last price!"

"I'll give you 100PT no more and no less."

A fierce negotiation began between James and Mike Tyson buŧŧerfly before they agreed on the staggering amount of 100PT.

He quickly evaluated the goods of James at 10000 PT then he price his card dialed the ID number of James in his smartgear and sent him the sum.

James also took the tablet out of his backpack, scanned his membership card and found himself on a kind of online store displaying all kinds of items such as missiles, swords, rare animals, potions or even spaceships.

There are also many items that can only be paid in theory on SW shop, but what really interested James was the amount of 9900 Black Point displayed below his profile.

"Thank you sir, see you next time."

"Come back anytime dear customer."

"I've never seen such a stingy son of a bitch!"

. . . . .

James walking down the street browsed on his tablet the different products before typing in some keywords and seeing the product that interested him.

"8000 points is expensive but I expected it."

Access to this online store was one of the main reasons why he had joined the mercenaries on this planet.

The real galactic black market was neither on a planet nor in a country or federation in particular, it was just a site hosted by a quantum server and directed by an artificial intelligence not belonging to any organization.

It was almost impossible for anyone who did not belong to any organization to have access to it, it seemed to be a kind of tacit agreement between the underground world and the creator of the site.

If it wasn't for the information he got from Dewa, James would hardly have known it existed.

He arrived about ten minutes later in front of a small residential building in which he entered and passing in the hall he walked in the stairs and arrived in front of the door of the dingy apartment that he rented and entered inside.

"Before we leave this planet, let's try to reach the three-star rank.

He rested for a moment in the bath and then, after getting dressed, he ate some vegetables with an unpleasant facial expression.. After preparing himself mentally by meditating, he pressed start.