The Transmigrated Author

Chapter 220: Capture The Flag (2)

[Pinnacle Academy, Dystopic World Simulation]

[Rel's POV]

As the blinding white light of the teleportation enveloped us, a wave of disorientation washed over me.

My senses were overloaded as I was ripped from the platform and flung into the unknown.

[Special Ability: Deadeye Has Been Activated!]

Assuming everyone was blinded and unable to move within this simulated world, I instantly activated Deadeye to see through the darkness.

Slowly, my vision cleared, and I found myself standing in a dense forest. This location seemed far removed from the action or the main battlegrounds.

But I had definitely been dealt a bad hand.

I had memorized important buildings from the original setting of this dystopian simulation.

The bases for Team A and Team B were warehouse-like structures, positioned parallel to each other.

Near the central fighting area was a six-story apartment building, hiding three flags that students had to find and secure.

But there was another crucial detail: each base held a main flag.

If I found myself in enemy territory, I could potentially steal their flag and end the game early, should things not go according to plan.

Even though I couldn't move yet, I quickly checked my gear and grabbed the simulated bow from my back.

As a test, I tugged the string slightly, and waam...

The bow generated an arrow out of thin air.

"Good..."

The simulation provided a few advantages for ranged weapon users, such as unlimited arrows.

Now, all that remained was to confirm my location and which side I was on.

[The Following Skill Has Been Activated: Sensory Aura]

[Special Ability: Sixth Sense [Grade 6] Has Been Activated!]

With a final thorough check, it was clear I wasn't on the correct side of the base.

There were shades of blue on the benches, the pathways, and even the trees.

Almost every step of the way was bathed in blue, in contrast to my red gear.

WHOOM!!!

The forest floor shimmered and figures began to materialize.

Rel banked on the fact that Valencia, while proficient in many areas, hadn't yet mastered the intricacies of Sensory Aura.

It was a gamble, but one he had to take.

Crouching low, he moved swiftly through the dense foliage, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

He knew that his red team gear made him a prime target, but he had no intention of becoming an easy mark.

While carefully guided on his path he took notes on the subtle shifts in light and shadow that revealed hidden trails and potential ambush points.

He moved like a phantom, his presence only a mere whisper in the wind.

Rel knew he had to reach his team's base as quickly as possible.

The longer he remained isolated, the more vulnerable he was.

But he also knew that rushing blindly into the fray would be a fatal mistake.

As he paused behind a dense thicket of ferns, his eyes trained on the clearing ahead.

The members of Team A were moving out, their blue-tinged gear flashing between the trees as they formed coordinated groups.

In his head he knew their strategy was clear: overwhelm the enemy with superior numbers and firepower.

Then suddenly a shadow fell over Rel, and a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"What are you doing, dude? Why are we hiding?"

Rel whipped around, instinctively reaching for his bow.

TAK!

He quickly sidestepped away from his opponent and unleashed a powerful arrow that narrowly missed the figure's head.

"I missed?" Rel's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why'd you shoot me just now, four-eyes?"

The figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing a familiar face masked in confusion.

It was Bazz, peering through the foliage.

But Rel wasn't going to let this beat around the bush.

"Take a look at your own gear, Bazz."

Taking a few steps back Rel was turning his head looking around for any more people nearby and Bazz's face went pale as he stared at Rel's red gear, then down at his own blue attire.

A look of horror washed over him as Kolek's instructions echoed in his mind.

"Oh shit," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "Jan's gonna kill me..."