Becoming the Strongest as a Game Dev

Sam moves cautiously through the dimly lit corridors, his senses heightened as he strains to hear any approaching footsteps. The facility is unfamiliar, but the experience of navigating the Batman simulation comes rushing back to him.

Pressing himself against the wall, Sam peers around the corner, his eyes scanning for any sign of his captors. The sound of voices echoes down the hallway, and he quickly ducks back, his heart pounding in his chest. Closing his eyes, he focuses on his breathing, trying to steady his nerves.

As the voices fade, Sam resumes his search, his mind racing with thoughts of his utility belt and energy shield bracelet. Those items could be the key to his escape, and he's determined to recover them. Each step is measured, his footfalls barely audible as he moves through the shadows.

Suddenly, Sam catches a glimpse of something familiar - the familiar outline of his utility belt. He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation. The belt is being carried by one of Alaric's men, who is walking briskly down the corridor. Sam waits, his muscles tensing, ready to make his move.

Sam waits patiently, his muscles coiled like a spring. As the guard approaches, he springs into action, his hands clamping over the man's mouth to stifle any cries. With practiced precision, he delivers a swift blow to the guard's neck, rendering him unconscious.

Quickly, Sam drags the guard into a nearby room and hides him inside a locker, ensuring he won't be discovered anytime soon. He then examines the utility belt, a familiar weight in his hands, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Sam glances at the guard's uniform, an idea forming in his mind. He strips the man of his clothes and dons them himself, the fabric unfamiliar but the concept all too familiar. "Just like playing Hitman," he murmurs to himself, adjusting the cap on his head.

With his new disguise in place, Sam sets out to locate his energy shield bracelet, his senses on high alert as he navigates the dimly lit corridors.

Sam moves through the corridors, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact with the guards. He enters the storage area and spots a guard playing with the familiar energy shield bracelet. Steeling his nerves, Sam approaches the guard.

"Hey, you should be careful with that," Sam says, keeping his voice low and casual. "It's a powerful piece of equipment."

The guard looks up, a puzzled expression on his face. "I don't know how to use it. Do you know how it works?"

Sam nods, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, I can show you. May I?" he asks, holding out his hand.

The guard hesitates for a moment, then shrugs and hands the bracelet to Sam. "Sure, go ahead."

As soon as the bracelet is in Sam's grasp, he springs into action. With a swift, precise movement, he strikes the guard under the chin, knocking him unconscious. Sam quickly secures the bracelet on his own wrist, feeling the familiar weight and the surge of power it provides.

"Thanks for the help," he murmurs, stepping over the guard's prone form and continuing his escape.

Sam moves swiftly through the corridors, his footsteps light and his senses on high alert. The energy shield bracelet hums to life as he activates it, providing a protective barrier that will aid in his escape.

Sam cautiously opens the next door, unsure of what he'll find. To his shock, the room is filled with cages, each containing a person bound in chains. Their skin is marked with needle punctures, and their eyes have a distant, lucid look. Sam's heart sinks as he realizes these people have been subjected to experimentation and drugged.

He steps closer, examining the cages more closely. The captives look up at him, their expressions a mix of fear and desperation. Sam's mind races, trying to figure out how he can help them escape. He can't simply leave them behind, but freeing them could also jeopardize his own escape.

Torn between his desire to help and the need to ensure his own safety, Sam stands in the doorway, unsure of his next move.

Sam hears someone call out behind him. "Hey, you! I don't recognize you. Who are you?"

Sam turns to face the guard, mustering a calm expression. "I'm new here. The boss asked me to help load a new test subject onto the table."

The guard eyes him suspiciously for a moment, then nods. "Alright, come on then. We just got a fresh one."

Sam follows the guard to the cages, his heart sinking as he sees the guard roughly grab a young girl, no older than eight years old, and drag her towards the examination table. The girl struggles against the guard's grip, her small frame trembling with fear, but the man strikes her, forcing her to comply.

"Get on the table and stay still, or I'll make this a lot worse for you," the guard growls, his voice harsh and unyielding.

"Please, let me go!" the girl cries, her voice laced with desperation and panic. Tears stream down her cheeks as she pleads for her freedom.

The scene fills Sam with a sense of dread and anger, witnessing the cruelty inflicted upon the innocent child. He knows he must find a way to help her, but the risk to his own escape weighs heavily on his mind.

"No!!!" cried the child.

Seeing the child being harmed, Sam can no longer stand by. He steps forward, knocking the guard unconscious with a swift blow. The guard crumples to the ground, releasing his grip on the girl.

"Are you okay?" he asks the girl, his voice gentle.

The child looks at him warily, but Sam reassures her. "It's alright, I'm here to help." He quickly frees the other captives, but some are already beyond saving, their bodies ravaged by the drugs they've been subjected to.

Sam's mind races as he formulates a plan to get them all to safety. But just as he's about to make his move, he hears the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The guards have noticed his escape.

Things have just become more complicated.

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