Combat Simulation (Part 1), Just Peachy

When I woke up the room was filled with a few small boxes I didn't recall seeing their before

"surly"

I spoke groggily

beep! the time is 6:37 am, sunny weather expected....

"no not that, were these boxes here previously"

Ding! system believes them to be owners possessions

would you like to initiate conversation playback

Prying away the lid on one of the boxes it contained the armor that Shansa gave me an a small pouch filled with herbs

"no its fine, I remember now, Aghhh!, my eyes"

flowing lines started appear drifting in and out of my blurry vision combined with a splinting headache and a stabbing pain, I collapsed on the ground blood steaming down my face

the sound of a door opening could be heard as I saw a white blur rush toward me before placing me in the bed and wrapping a bandage around my eyes

"whats going on"

I spoke in confusion and pain

The professor spoke

"It's your eyes, dammit! ,I know someone who can help"

the sound of hurried footsteps can be heard as the professor

Ding! system has determined that the users mystic eyes are advancing by a minor stage

"nothing about this feels minor"

I groaned in pain

A few moments later two people entered the room

"this is the patient"

the doctor checked my pulse and took a blood sample

"based on his symptoms he's preforming an ocular advancement"

"you should be fine as long as you keep your eyes closed, young man"

the sound of footsteps could be heard as the doctor left the room

"surly can I see the system with closed eyes"

Ding! System switched to "Mind room" mode

my consciousness was transferred inside a space it felt split in a way

Ding! system will now begin tutorial of the Mind Room

The Mind room™ is a system feature that allows for limited consciousness transfer in order to review items recorded by the system this includes but is not limited to skills, articles, catalogs and combat simulations

"combat simulations?"

surly replied seeming rather chipper

"combat simulations are training exercises that use system gathered data to generate opponents at a strength considered optimal to provide the user with a challenge and unlock more advanced items in the shop"

"Combat simulations have three modes, Scenario, Spar, and target practice"

I was bored, and in pain, the combat simulations seemed like the only viable way to pass the time, the experience would be productive at least.

"Target practice sounds like a good way to pass the time"

Ding! host has chosen a randomized combat scenario under hell difficulty, mental time dilation is in effect, death penalties in effect

"wait what"

Ding The system hopes that the host enjoys your stay in the Mind Room™ Combat Simulation

The terrain had shifted to a war torn beach planes overhead and large numbers of boats were closing in on the area

D day, the system had sent me as part of the landing party for D day

Ding user has joined scenario: D day

Starting location: the landing party for Omaha beach (first wave)

Goal: Survive

secondary objectives: Kill beast of Omaha, Reduce ally casualties

Death penalty: all remaining essence, permanent stat reductions, printer function becomes unavalible

minimum Reward: random battlefield draw x2, WW2 era arms become available in shop

difficulty adjustment: super soldiers (enemy)

"So that's how you want to play it huh, fine, fine! I'll play your damn game "

Like hell I was going to let surly have this win this was a matter of control, I cant afford to lose any ground with this damn AI gritting my teeth I braced myself

I noticed I still had all of my equipment on including the space ring but my clothes had changed to match the uniforms of nearby soldiers

An officer saw me talking to myself and muttered "fucking greenhorns"

Wheeeeeeeeeeeroooooooh

the whistling of an artillery shell could be heard

BOOOOOM the landing boat adjacent our was dead on it was unlikely that there were any survivors

hit stray shrapnel wounding several men and killing an officer the boat was going down and the people panicking and yelling but none of this could be heard over the ringing in my ears

Wheeeeeeeeerooooooo

the whistling of another shell could be heard one of the surviving officers grabbed and flung me over the side of the ship before diving into the water himself

thooom

an invisible wave flung me through the churning waters and I blacked out temporarily

I felt someone hoist me up

"ach ugh ugh ughm" coughing I felt the wet sand under me as I fell back on all fours

"get up soldier"

the man brought me to my feet again and slapped me hard on the back

"Bluuuuughh" I vomited out no small amount of salt water while stumbling forward

"Pull yourself together son, we need to establish a beachhead stick with me your squad was probably wiped out already"

"Dammit everything's gone to hell, the man cursed under his breath"

even if I knew it was a simulation it all felt too real, the event , even the people. It was as if I was actually there. Just how much power did surly have to create something like this, whatever the case may be this is something far beyond the scope AI I had developed. just how much had it evolved?

crackle crackle

"We cant hold them much longer, they wont die, were shooting them and they don't oh god they're here argggggh ahhhhhhhhh"

bzzzzt shhhhhht no more sound could be heard besides static on the radio

I take that back surly a lot less power than I had anticipated especially if he resorted to Nazi zombies of all things

"captain"

"yes soldier"

"aim for the head and neck"

"whats gotten into that fool head of yours your taught to shoot center mass, you did attend boot camp didn't you"

"based on what we heard over the radio just now that clearly isn't working"

"today has been a goddamn disaster every step of the fucking way all of our boats had mis-landings, and now we have to deal with a bunch of unkillible nazis"

"and how are you holding up"

The man turned to me with a look of disbelief towards my audacity

"well I'm just fucking peach-"

His face exploded with a shower of blood as a bullet hit him in the head from behind as if to punctuate his sentence

"shit"

I scrambled away from the officers body just in time as a rifle bullet grazed my scalp taking cover in a nearby sandbar

"SUUUURLY" I screamed

ding system features unavailable in hell difficulty

"dammmit dammmit dammmit" I slowly crawled over to the radio on the officers corpse and picked up the receiver and started tuning through the frequencies only static and radio feedback can be heard

"coordinates XXXXXX by XXXXXX requesting air support, reinforcements, anything"

ding! waypoint added

secondary objective added : Hitlers undead squadron

After a great deal of difficulty a squad of infanty has managed to secure a defensible position that can be used to push forward but has been set upon by a mysterious squad of unkillable soldiers. assist the squad and push forward

reward: survival chances increase , overlord solution

I picked up the officers rifle and sidearm the rifle was an m1 garand and the pistol was a somewhat worn but well maintained revolver, cutting away the ammo pouches I retreated back into cover.

ding!

aquired m1 garand (virtual)

colt m1917 (virtual)

.30 caliber rifle bullets x48 (six en bloc clips)

.45 ACP 24 rounds (six speed loaders)

2 f1 "pineapple" grenades

I started carefully making my way to the way point using a system indicated route and avoiding a large part of the scattered conflict occasionally liberating grenades and ammunition from the bodies of any fallen soldiers I came across, I was able to find two more dead officers with sidearms one had a revolver and the other an 1911 handgun I was a;so able to gather a large number of magazines for the Thompson most of them box magazines with the exception of a 100 round drum I stored the flintlocks in the spatial ring as well.

my armaments consisted of

2 curved daggers

2 m1917 colt revolvers

1 m1 garand

1 m1911 handgun

the sawn off

the tompson

almost 1000 virtual rounds of virtual ammunition

and 17 undamaged grenades

approaching the final way point I found that it was deathly silent. Even against the backdrop of scattered explosions and gunfire, a silence prevailed ominously in this isolated pocket.

I kept the garand and knife bandoleers in the ring and took out the drum before loading it into the Thompson my sidearms were holstered in the brace as was the sawn off and the daggers at the back of my waist

"fuck it" I Scrambled up into the pillbox before throwing myself into an opening grenade in hand

"They got iiiiiiiiinnnnnnnh" a hoarse screaming could be heard

several fearful soldiers turned in the direction the panicked individual was screaming

I threw myself to the ground forcefully as a hail of gunfire cut through my previous position

"I'M AMERICAN DAMMIT" I screamed

"AMERICAN" after yelling for the second time the gunfire stopped as the squad came to its senses

"sorry" the man who had screamed earlier apologized sheepishly

the panic was a bit infectious "what the fuck people!, you could have killed me"

collecting myself I asked the ragtag group " what's your situation, my unit was wiped out and I got your distress call so I came over here"

An worn looking middle aged man was the first to speak "we took this pillbox and were beginning to secure the area when those THINGS showed up"

"they don't die no matter how many times you shoot them, some kind of monsters, we cant stop them"

"you try blowing them up"

the man groaned "until we ran out of explosives"

fulling out a frag grenade "I was able to pick up about a dozen of these, and if we run out I say we opt for a sheer volume of bullets"

looking around the bunker I eyed the artillery shells while directing my thoughts towards surly

Surly how do I turn these into bombs I can use

Calculating probability of HE shell to IED conversion.....

87% chance of success

"what about these" I pointed at the artillery shells

"you're crazy"

"which is exactly what we need in this situation"

getting on the ground and prying open the shells I followed surly's instruction

"if we can adjust the impact trigger on these shells we may be able to set them off using gunfire from a distance"

I muttered to my self while modifying a dozen artillery shells

"somebody needs to carry the modified shell and if it's too close we all die"

" not, too mention any impact too great could set it off"

I then grinned and turned looking at the person who panicked when I entered the room and almost got me killed.

"you said you're sorry right"