This is the third time on May 8, 2020, and Ryan has already caused two traffic accidents.

He blamed the Neo-Romans for this. The inhabitants of the city were as nervous as a morning coffee drinker, driving like monkeys to find his blood. It will be safer to walk on the sidewalk.

Luckily, he saved money before passing the "Welcome to New Rome" sign at the end of the highway that connects the city to the rest of the Campania region.

Ryan drove his highly customized red Plymouth furious, stopped before a tanker truck was about to crash into his left, dodged a Bliss-addicted addict, and finally reached New Roman Avenue.

Due to its reputation as Italy's largest metropolis and the ravaged sin capital of Europe, New Rome is quite a spectacular sight. Years after Mekron's drone bombed it out of sight, it was built on the shores of the Gulf of Naples and boasted the tallest building Ryan had seen since the end of the Genome Wars. No one is in Dy, in the north of town

amis Towe

Fronted by a candle, the glass spire symbolizes the company's power in the region; Corporate funds built New Rome, a city without gods and without kings. Only money.

To the left of the driveway, Ryan could see the pristine Mediterranean, glittering in the light of the setting sun, with an island casting a long shadow on the horizon in the distance; To his right, he could see the myriad of casinos, casinos, and luxury hotels that attract so many tourists to the city. He even visited the famous Colosseum – a modern replica of the ancient Colosseum.

This area lives up to the name Gold Coast.

Since Rya

Since driving in Quicksave clothing, he has attracted the attention of some tourists. He wears a metal mask with no mouth, two round glasses as eyes, and black hair under a black top hat. Add to that a navy blue trench coat, a purple shirt, blue pants, black gloves and boots, and you're fashionable.

The outfit is hot to wear and not very suitable for combat, but it looks great. For Quicksave, that's all that matters.

As he continued north towards his destination, Ryan noticed some eye-catching billboards. One of the paintings depicts the superheroine Wyve

, a beautiful Amazonian woman with shoulder-length black hair, sharp gray eyes, wearing a white bodysuit showing off her muscles against a background of green potions.

"Want to be as strong as Wynne?" With our Hercules Elixir, what Hercules has done with twelve labors, you can do it in one afternoon!"

"100,000 euros, only in Dinami!"

Well, now everyone wants to be a genome, or even a shadow of a genome. Then again, who can resist the temptation of a superpower? Ryan didn't, although he was taking the real thing, not a cheap knockoff, just a fraction of the real superpowers.

Since then, his life has been like a roller coaster.

Driving past a cliff tourist attraction and a Miami-like beach, Ryan arrives in a tourist area full of bars, nightclubs, and restaurants. The place smells of drugs and alcohol, but it doesn't look dirty either. As far as he knows, the worst communities are in the north.

Ryan memorized the map of the city and quickly found the place he was looking for; A humble bar between an Italian restaurant and a closed nightclub. The courier parked the car nearby, got out of the car, and opened the trunk.

This young man was never good at tidying things up, he made a mess of everything. His tools, computer, and weapons formed a mass of metal that almost spilled out of the car; But none compare to his white rabbit stuffed animal, which is the most destructive tool in his arsenal.

After some searching, Ryan quickly found the black briefcase he had hired to deliver it, which he took away, closed the trunk, and entered the bar.

It's a cozy place with ten tables and only a third of the people. He suddenly notices a Latin beauty trying to impress his date with a coin floating in the air - he must have wasted $50,000 on a fake elixir. A balding, wrinkled, tanned old man stood behind the counter, looking at the newcomer suspiciously.

"Hello, locals, I am here for peace!" Ryan speaks to a carbon-based life form called a bartender. "This is Re

Jolie W, esco

a

gle

Is it?"

The man behind the counter glared at him. "It's written on the front door. What do you want?"

Why does the bar's name contain French and English words, while the bartender sounds like a real Italian? Multiculturalism is back!" Then you must be Re

esco!” Ryan handed the briefcase to the poor fellow. "I was hired to give you this! It was full of mushrooms and bombs, but this time I didn't open it. ”

"This time? The bartender frowned. "You ......"

"I'm Quicksave," Rya

Introduced himself and shook his hat. "I'm immortal, but don't tell anyone."

"Man, you're talking so loud that everyone can hear you!" Someone laughed in the back, and several customers laughed.

"That's your power?" The bartender asked, unmoved. "Eternal life?"

"It's part of a package deal," Ryan replied.

"Whatever," Re

Esco complained as he grabbed his briefcase. "I'll tell my boss that you should receive your salary soon."

"Great!" Ryan replied, placing one hand on the counter. "Hey, since I'm here, have you seen a girl named Ryan?" Black-haired, blue-eyed, Marxist-Leninist?"

"I've never heard of her," the bartender said with a shrug. "If you want to find a girl, try it in a brothel."

"It's not my style, but thank you anyway." From what I know about her, it is likely that Ryan was hiding in some underground bunker in the Kremlin. "Is there any place where I can buy custom genius technology?" Homemade?"

"If you're brave enough, try it in Rust to the north. You can always find interesting stuff in the junkyard, but now it's full of killers and madmen. The bartender looked at Quicksave from head to toe. They're going to eat you alive. ”

Ryan shrugged his shoulders as he heard someone enter the bar. The temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees suddenly. “Re

The newcomer asked.

"Really? The bartender replied with a frown.

A second later, an ice spear tore through Re

Esco's throat, pinning him to the back wall.

Ryan tries to activate his time-stopping device, but a sharp icicle hits him in the chest at breakneck speed. It pierced his body armor and ribs like a spear before coming out on the other side; A large hole was left where it should have been a lung.

Screams erupted in the room, and projectiles shattered tables and customers. Ryan, who struggled with a sharp pain in his chest, collapsed on the counter, but he managed to glance at the attacker.

The newcomer took off his hoodie and showed his face...... Or rather, he has no face. He looked like a walking, skinless skeleton with degraded muscles, shriveled fingers, and stiff eyes. An unnatural chill came out of his mouth and nose and turned into a frost weapon.

A genome. Considering his physiological variation, he may even be psychopathic.

"Hello Adam," the murderer whispered. The wood-like man behind the bar tried to throw a chair at him with telekinesis, but the hostile genome grew a layer of ice armor on his bones. After a few icicles, the Spanish lad and his date repainted their faces into cubes.

"I'll catch your ......" Ryan dramatically raised a finger to his killer, blood streaming from his mouth, "in the next time I save him......"

With a wave of his hand, the undead froze him, and everything went black.

This is the fourth time on May 8, 2020, and Ryan is angry.

Three times! He's already died three times trying to deliver this damn thing!

Then again, that's what he gets when he's not paying attention. In addition to his point of immunity, his power requires a conscious action to activate; In particular, his enhanced sense of time doesn't come into play until after he's already experienced an event.

Ryan doesn't mind dying because he's used to the first twenty or so more...... But to die so soon? Less than two hours after the savepoint is established, three times in a row? His loops usually last a few days, allowing him to try new and interesting stunts; And the constant repetition of the same thing bores him to death.

It means war.

Rya

Entering his autopilot mode, his mind wandering as his body repeats all the moves he had previously saved. He stopped, and walked to the bar before he fully regained consciousness.

Ryan didn't go in, but stayed in the car and waited for the killer to show up.

It didn't take long for the Assassin to emerge from the corner with his hands in his pockets and his ugly face hidden under his hoodie. This illustrates something about New Rome that this crook went unnoticed when he entered Julie Wrangler.

There is only one rational, responsible way of acting.

Ryan parked his car in front of the bar, played an ACDC song on the radio, and stepped on the gas.

Pedestrians screamed in horror, and some jumped out of the way as the car pulled into the Wrangler's entrance. Reinforced specifically for this stunt, the Plymouth destroyed the walls, striking the Assassins from behind before they attacked. The collision shoved the hostile genome onto the counter like a deer on the road.

Quicksave briefly looks around in case of accidentally bumping into a customer; He's been very careful to stand in a position where no one but the assassin is, but you'll never know. Thankfully, he didn't hurt anyone, and the handsome Spanish guy was too busy hugging his freaked girlfriend to throw anything at Ryan.

Good. He doesn't have to reload anymore.

"Hey guys, I'm Quicksave!" Ryan told the shocked customers that he got out of the car and walked to the back of the car. "I'm immortal, but don't tell anyone!"

"My name is security!" Re

Esco shouted from behind the counter.

"Don't bother, I'll be right away!" Ryan replied before opening the trunk of the car, not caring at all. He looked at his weapon, looking for a suitable one.

pisto-gau

tlets? It's too intimate.

Gauss rifles? It's too fast.

What about shotguns? It's tempting, but it's overdone.

Bunny stuffed animals? It's too powerful.

Baseball bats?

But it's true.

Ryan whistled as he fiddled with his weapon of choice, and as the Assassin stood up, he approached the Assassin, using the counter as a support. Someone else will die, but all genomes have enhanced physical abilities.

"Who the are you?" The undead assassin hissed angrily, trying to show his ice armor like he had done in the previous circle, but he was too shocked to concentrate. "Augustus?!"

"No, I'm just a courier," Ryan said, trying to come up with a quip. "I'm sorry, can you tell me your name while you still have teeth?"

The skeleton reacts by raising its hand and shooting a barrage of ice fragments.

In response, Ryan lazily stopped time. The world fell silent, everything turned purple, and icicles froze in midair.

Well. Frozen. The courier memorized the pun.

"yes, you surprised me last time." Quicksave said as he moved around the attack route, until he walked straight in front of his target. Neither the client nor the enemy's genome could move, trapped between two seconds. "It won't happen again."

When time returned, and the world returned to its color, the skeleton kissed the pro-aluminum rod. The undead genome lost a few teeth from a tight jaw. He must have been the first time.

This blow knocked the killer to the ground, and the other sent him face down. Ryan starts beating him up in the tune of "Hell's Road" and talking to himself. Between the shock of being hit by a car moving at full speed and the blow to the head, the enemy genome could not resist. Moreover, there appeared to be frozen blood underneath his bones and remnants of flesh.

"I felt like the medical system was beating up a helpless grandmother." Ryan shook his head in disgust, then punched him again. "Look what you've made me do!"

This evil fossil can't find a good excuse, so Quicksave continues to attack. His unnatural ability to recover would have allowed him to survive a much worse situation, and considering that he had killed Ryan once, the courier had beaten him up at the last moment of his life and felt no guilt.

"Lay down your arms!"

Ryan turned, and three men in black riot gear pointed energy rifles at him from behind. They surrounded his car and proudly took Dy

Amis' Ouroboros logo is printed on the chest; Probably a member of private security. A group of civilians gathered outside the bar, watching the scene while keeping a respectful distance. Some even started taking pictures.

"Hey, I just wanted to help!" Ryan protested, kicking the Assassin one last time with his boot, brandishing his bloodied bat in surrender.

"You blew up my bar!" Re

Esco protested, and walked out from behind the counter with a flushed face.

"Oh, you want money?" Quicksave quickly searched through his trench coat as three red circles appeared on his mask, and then pulled out a stack of bills worth 50,000 euros. "Here, please eat!"

Re

Esco looked at the money, grabbed it, counted it, and then showed an ambivalent expression. "That's enough money to pay for repairs," he told the guards. "The guy on the floor wants to attack us, and another weirdo comes to help."

"Do you have a driver's license?" A security guard asked Ryan, who shook his head. "You're a vigilante?" Augustus? Company Genome?"

"No!" Ryan said.

"Well, if you don't have a license, why don't we detain you with that bone man?"

"What, do you want money too?"

Ryan bribed him.

The security captain grabbed the wad of money with one hand and counted it as he aimed his weapon at Quicksave's head and giggled. "Do you think you can buy our honor with this money?"

Ryan gave him an even bigger bribe.

"Much better," the security guard said, putting the money in a pocket full of grenades. He lowered his rifle and let two of his compatriots gently grab the assassin and punch him in the abdomen. "I'm glad we've made this community safer today."

"Me too," Ryan replied. "Me too."

“Re

esco ?” As his men carried the Assassin away, the captain asked the bartender. "Don't forget to pay monthly. We won't protect your business all the time. ”

After saying these wise words, the three of them left without looking back.

"Do you always have a lot of money on you?" Re

Esco asked Quicksave, stunned by the surreal scene.

"It's a real time-saver when you do as much collateral damage as I do," Ryan replied, the baseball bat still dripping blood. "Who the hell is that scrawny guy?"

"Ghoul, superpower madman. Those elixir addicts have been frequenting places like mine lately. Risco glared at Ryan, then at his car, then at the driver. Now, get out of my bar"

"I'll talk about it when I'm done" Ryan handed the briefcase to Risco, not bothering about the attention he had drawn. Quick save is always delivered; It doesn't matter how many people need to die!

The bartender's eyes sparkled with recognition, and then bewilderment. "I don't understand," Renasco said, grabbing his briefcase. "You're spending less than half of your money at the last minute."

"It's not about the money," Ryan replied. He looked around, as if worried that someone was listening, and then reined

Esco's ear whispered.

"I'm just bored."

The man watched Ryan silently, while the courier whistled as he returned to his car and drove off into a new adventure in the setting sun.

Sidequest, done!