Heavy had just get out of the previous level and battlefield, not close to any enemy then, and, if he continued in that direction, he shouldn’t face any danger.

Should I keep looking after him? Or should I evaluate the other remaining competitors? I asked myself, seeing my little brother calmly walking corridor down. He is doing this for me anyway, so I should, at least, keep an eye on him, right? My little brother stopped close to a window, his eyes frozen into a cold stare, guilty visibly pushing his shoulders down, when I decided: But it’s not like as if, by watching him I’ll be able to help, so, while everything is calm now, let’s see how the first place is doing. This way, maybe, if he reveals himself weaker then I thought, I can calm myself; I left, then, Heavy behind for a few moments, while he stared the screen above the ship with sorrow.

The images before my eyes quickly changed, and I was observing, from the best angle possible, with a bouquet of other options of points of view at the corner of my eyes, a man in a tight cloth stamped with a thousand brands’ logos and a mask that covered his entire face, marked the same way, not even a single glimpse of his skin available. Carrying a rusty precision rifle in the right hand, resting the weapon on his own shoulder, the left one armed with an equally rusted pistol, the upper class was traveling in silence thru the ship walkways, not even his steps audible.

At the map; close to other info, as the number of survivors and how many time has passed from the start of the tournament; there was a red point at the end of the corridor, behind that advertise man: another competitor.

Changing to his point of view, I noticed that this one was a user of the fortification armor; yes, kill one another! Free my brother’s path and disappear, unimportant scum! Fortification Armor had a good view of the upper class’ back, besides, the technology he was employing was, maybe, this time vehicles and Faith level weapon apart, the one who gave a chance of fighting an upper class: even though that piece of pre-AI War technology and resembling an armor from those stupid fantasy virtual realities Heavy liked so much, it improved all its user natural capabilities by an innumerable amount of times, had a bunch of excellent programs previously installed, allowed the user to fly and had it’s own weapons.

Right when the waiting was already killing me, Fortification aiming the palm of his left hand at Advertisement for an eternity, the fire finally came: “DZUMG”, the energy shot too fast to follow with the eyes traveled all the distance to its target and beyond in a single second, letting a red trail behind, like a burning match that was moved too fast in a dark room, and exploding in a blazing hell when shocking against the wall, craving a hole on it, breaking the lights on the ceiling and throwing shrapnel all around.

“Ah, you finally showed up”, Advertisement commented, turning, slowly, to his attacker. “I was asking myself when would you move. I had almost decided to invite you to shot, you know?”, facing Fortification, the upper class was intact, without displaying a single scratch, even soiled his white clothes that highlighted the logos. Still holding his weapons.

“Ho- How did you saw this?!”, Fortification retreated one step.

“Hm?”, Advertisement tilted his head to the side. “Can’t you, employees, do the same? Well, whatever, it’s not a big deal to be able to see these thin-”

“DZUUUNG”, Fortification fired again, this time with both palms. Heat escaping from grilles at his back was distorted the air.

“Like I was saying...” continued Advertisement, standing still at the same spot while an entire room of the ship had been reduced to burning wreckage at his back, having, somehow, dodged the fire.

The fortification wasn’t impressed, though: actually he was smiling.

And, only after I saw the sharp metal fragment flying straight to the head of the upper class, from his back and the destruction there, I understood why.

“See?”, the Advertisement; having moved his neck so fast and to such an angle that, if anyone tried to imitate would only break it’s own bones, almost as if made out of rubber; avoided the attack easily. “It doesn’t matter if I can see or not your attacks: my body will just react, employee”, he concluded. When the face of Fortification turned into pure despair, though, I heard a faint laugh coming from the upper class, and he finally started to walk.

“Fuck!” Fortification tried to flee, activating the thrusters and energy shield of his equipment and flying away.

Before he could go too far, though, a bullet way simpler than the ones he had shot came out of Advertisement’s rifle barrel, passed thru the openings on the energy shield for the thrusters, destroyed one of these and sent Fortification; then his boost and, consequently, trajectory all messed up; against the wall on his side, his body not being all crushed from the many times he came to roll over only because of the shield and armor.

“Oh, no, you can’t run away, employee: fight back. Struggle, cry, beg for your life, tell me you still have a lot of things you want to do!”, Advertisement kept walking to Fortification.

“Fuck off!”, the one battling the upper class shouted, firing more from his palms, and again, and more time, and keeping the bullet-hell while getting back to his feet and retreating slowly. Flames were already visible, from time to time, coming out of his back.

Avoiding easily every and each one of the bullets, his body twisting and bending in impossible positions, too fast, too exquisite, yet walking in the same velocity, the upper class shot again, this time with his pistol: the bullet, very slow when in comparison with the ones Fortification was firing, ricocheted on the walls, ceiling and floor and, finally, met with a very small slit in one of the fortification armor’s glove, exploding the hand inside it in a splash of blood.

“Come on, keep shooting”, asked Advertisement, laughing in a low tone while the one facing him clenched his teeth, his eyes watering. “But, I can’t say that I hate how you never have full control over pain, it’s so refreshing!”, announced, shooting once more only when Fortification tried, smartly, to blow the ground bellow himself: the bullet, of course, was 100% accurate, and the last hand was, too, destroyed, though the weapon in it remained somewhat untouched. “How does it feel? I can’t even tell anymore, you know: even the description in my head sounds strange now”.

“Why don’t I show you, then!”, Fortification screamed, a ring coming from the back of his helmet and falling right before his face, soon lighting up an firing a thick, bright, white beam.

“...That’s not exactly what I meant, you know?”, answered the upper class, crouching bellow Fortification’s head, looking up and to the one who he was battling with.

When did he…?!

“It’s not like I wish to feel pain”, Advertisement grabbed Fortification by his neck. And, even though the guy was wearing the armor, punching, and kicking, the upper class didn’t even try to avoid the attacks anymore, covering himself with the gray stuff I saw in the videos of the previous Tournaments and receiving everything without blinking. “Actually, there’s no real deep and philosophical reason for me to be here: I just want to have some fun out of VR, you see?” concluded, then moving most of the liquid-like silvery protection to his own hands, and, automatically avoiding the attacks again (even though, this time and close, Fortification succeeded in putting some cuts on the parts of the clothing that were more distant from the body to allow the gray stuff to come out), crushed the armor helmet and the head inside it between his fingers.

Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can things get worse?! I was shivering, sweating cold. Things get worse: the armor opening like a fan and letting the headless body inside it fall off, Advertisement stepped in and let it involve his body.

No… No, no, no, no! There’s, still, hope! If the vehicle shot a fucking missile straight at the face of this fucker, even he will die!

Advertisement, then wearing the fortification armor, looked straight at the micro-camera thru I was watching him from; how good is this guy vision?!; and said:

“And, boys and girl, you can be as awesome as me if you buy Humilton’s Goods! Because ‘you can only be truly happy with Humilton Goods’!”, immediately turning around, resting his hands against the ground and at the sides of his curved body, in a runner position, he dashed the corridor all to the end in a single jump, stopping at the wall, kneading and wrinkle the metal at the touch of the soles of his feet, continuing his way at the horizontal against the metallic barrier.

Breaking thru a window and flying thru entire sections of the ship burning; that was emitting shock arcs and too much smoke, the fire extinguishers failing in containing the flames all around; Advertisement put himself right before the giant screen with the information of the Tournament, commenting, controlling his flight with amazing precision even though he himself had destroyed 2 of the 4 thrusters:

“Oh! The second-place killed almost one-fifth of all competitors! Might be interesting to test his skills…” please, don’t… Please, don’t, you motherfucker! If you kill my little brother, I’ll destroy you! “But, no, he jumped his position too fast to the top, must have had the luck to throw a grenade at the right place at the right moment: let’s see the third place; after all, he has been growing his kill numbers consistently, so he must be the one with the vehicle this time, right?”, yes! Do this, go take a peek and die! Landing and touching the ground with the tip of his fingers, the upper class concluded: “So, he is at that direction, hu?”, and threw himself at the air again, flying dangerously close to the spherical barrier encircling the arena, and to an open area right behind the tower at the center of the ship and a place with a giant “H” painted in yellow right at the middle of a circle at the ground.

Having the size of a regular motorcycle and an elliptical shape, but protecting its driver’s body fully, the vehicle of the time had three weapons, two small ones at its sides, and a big one right at its middle. Advertisement jumped right before the war-motorcycle.

“Wait… this is a thunder motorcycle! It’s the shitty model from the concurrent company: it has a bunch of defects and it’s way too expansive!” said the upper class, pointing his index finger, confidant, straight to the vehicle; you were the one who chooses everything in the arena, right?! Did you picked this model of war-motorcycle just to criticize it?!

Activating both smaller guns at the side of the vehicle, firing way faster than the last useless, incompetent competitor, the thousands of bullets looking like a single and unstoppable line of fire that obliterated everything it touched, craving as many holes on the floor as bullets got off the barrels, the biker rapidly retreated, flying and, just without stopping shooting; said:

“Less chat, more action!”

“Do you see, people?! How slow this shit is?!”, Advertisement made it’s path thru the open area, jumping and running while shrugging. “This is laughable! I could do this all day and with my eyes closed!”, he laughed, covering with his hands the area of his mask that mus had been over his eyes.

“What the fuck?!” The biker who, for sure was certain of his victory until that moment, hesitated. “Then what about this ‘low quality’ missiles?!”, he fired the main weapon and the green laser that, when touching the ground and exploded in an ever-expanding ball of the same color, shacked the entire spaceship setting on fire the air and distorting the image around itself.

When the attack disappeared the same way it showed up, suddenly, letting a burning hole at the floor, Advertisement replied:

“Pathetic. It’s a new generation of technology, but it’s of a way lower quality then the Graphic of Decadence shows it should be! Look, not just even this pre-AI equipment is superior to that horrible ‘’’’’’’’’’’’tool’’’’’’’’’, but other weapons from the same generation, like the riffle from your good and old ‘G. J. Henry’s Fires’ too!” Looking straight to another camera, thumbs up, added: “it can even pierce thru this entire ship with one shot! Buy it, because ‘all the other brands are trash, including their users! G. J. Henry Fires’!”

Wait, he didn’t saw this said riffle, he’s just admitting that everything here is made by his will! …How can people keep watching this?! Is it just because of the violence? Is because all that stupid publicity saying that, if you dislike this, you’re not man enough? Is it because of the infinitesimal chance of seeing an upper class dying?

When the biker restarted the fire, this time with all of his weapons, Advertisement, moving with agility thru the air, came to the vehicle’s top, landed above it and, covering his right arm with the gray thing from before, gave it a punch. The biker’s machine staggered in the air, its lights flashed on and off, and it started, immediately, to lost high.

The driver guided the vehicle to behind and up, to the blue semi-transparent energy barrier encircling the arena, them letting half the ship already outside, trying to push Advertisement against it. Of course! It’s pretty clear already that this guy won’t die by normal means, but even he won't have a chance against the energy field, his body would freeze into a statue colder than ice and, when falling from this high, shatter in a billion fragments! Another punch came from the upper class, this one opening a hole on the surface of the war motorcycle, his hand twice as big as its normal, involved by the gray semi-liquid mass, coming from the cavity tied to a dozen electric cables, electronic boards, and oil that, soon, burst into flames and smoke.

Come on, biker, it’s your only job! Kill him, kill him, go faster, and crush this fucker against the barrier, or you will die! I cheered, just gently touching my lower lip with my teeth, seeing the vehicle losing velocity, even though so close to the energy field, almost there when Advertisement lifted his fist again.

Dying at the exact same moment it was touched, the biker, the upper-class hand being throw against the vehicle one last time, piercing thru its metallic components and finding the human inside it, came out, that time, followed by a red geyser, blood gushing high and raining all around, staining the entire section of the ship with the big yellow “H”; the motorcycle went to the exact opposite direction of the energy field and, just after the upper-class jump from it, it shocked against the ground and exploded, turning in a green sphere close to that shot moments before, but way bigger.

“This is why I always buy vehicles from ‘Against the Graphics Technology: if you don’t like us, you’re dumb’!”, said Advertisement, taking the rifle from his back and the pistol from his waist again. “Ha~ I came here just to play a little, but I can’t contain myself and bring business to even this place, hu? Well, I think that, our unquestionable biological superiority aside, this is the difference between our type and the rest... Fuck, I’m having an erection!”, stepping on a pink bit of brain on the ground, seeing his own foot obliterate it, concluded hugging himself: “Ah, I can already see the numbers going up! The candles, the points!”

...Fuck, forget about Heavy being take as a hero is a problem: for this to happen, he would have to kill this guy first. I thought, letting myself fall on the bed, staring the ceiling up there, reality; the fact that, soon, I would be alone again, just another number in an insane scale of flesh; so heavy that just didn’t allow me to stay seated.

“...Heavy”, I turned to watch my little brother's journey. “Uh?!”, and I realized how foolish I was to be just assuming he would easily be the one facing the upper class in the end.