R

> *"You have to get past me first."*
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R is a Neutral Survivor and STR type Tank, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade. He is well known in the game for being a top tier tank unit.

## Background

“You’re bringing that to the Chemist, right?”
Darren asked, playfully punching Miles’ shoulder. Miles adjusted his grip on the tray, careful not to let the can of beans and the full canteen fall. He halfheartedly answered the question.
“Yeah.”
Darren took out his dagger from its sheath on his waist to tap on the can while he spoke.
“Do we have to bring him food every single time? Why can’t he just eat with the rest of us?”
“He likes to be alone.”
“VIP treatment? I don’t see why the boss loves that loon. He got something on him?”
Miles didn’t bother to answer. Darren spat on the floor and sheathed his dagger.
They arrived at what used to be the high school science lab. In front of the lab door, a calico cat was leisurely licking its paw. Clearly, the owner of this room was taking very good care of his cat.
Darren took his displeasure out on the cat, kicking it squarely in the stomach. He kicked it so hard that it went flying towards the other side of the corridor until it hit the wall and dropped to the floor on its back. She soon got up and ran away, but it was clearly limping.
“Wa... Wait!”
Miles was horrified. He tried to stop Darren. But the speaker on the lab door buzzed to life at that moment.
The one that didn’t come yesterday.
Miles’ eyes shot to Darren’s face. Darren looked back at Miles with questions in his eyes.
come in.
Miles realized that someone was watching them from behind the steel-reinforced lab door. Miles sighed, looked at Darren with pity, and put down the tray. Then he turned his back and began to walk away.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“He told you to come in. What? You scared now? Then run away. Like the dog you are. Boss is gonna be angry when he finds out, though.”
Miles briefly paused in his tracks to answer, then resumed on his way.
“Psh. Yeah, right.”
Darren pushed open the door and walked in like he wasn’t scared. But the room was empty. Actually, it was chock full of stuff, but there was no one there. The floor was filled with steel and plastic containers of all shapes and sizes. The tables were filled with beakers and flasks, overflowing with mysterious solutions.
“You told me to come in. I’m here. Where are you?”
Darren shouted into the lab. Then, the door ominously closed behind him.
Darren whipped his head around to find a man wearing a gas mask standing alone. He was the guy they called the Chemist, and he was the owner of this room.
A white gas was leaking behind him.
“What... You think you’re funny or something?”
Darren instinctively sensed that he was in danger he tried to unsheathe his dagger and close in on the Chemist. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t lift his arms up as if he was underwater. It was the gas.
“This gas is made from a mixture of bleach and detergents. Inhaling it will paralyze you.”
The Chemist casually approached him. Darren wanted to ask why, but his lips seemed to be stuck.
“You’d want to ask me why I’m doing this, I imagine. I’ll tell you. Because you just kicked my cat Luna, and I am very, very angry about it.”
The Chemist reached for the gas cylinder he was carrying behind him and turned the valve. It began to emit even more gas.
“I don’t understand why one would be so cruel to animals like that. Cats are fragile creatures. A kick from a fully grown man is enough to cause damage to the cat’s organs. Of course, I’m sure you didn’t really mean to kill Luna. But nonetheless, there was real chance that she might have died from your actions.”
Darren was fully paralyzed and now shaking uncontrollably. His blood vessels were restricted, his mouth foaming, and his vision was growing red.
“Luna is my cat. But no matter how mad I get about it, I don’t think it would be fair to take your life for kicking my cat. So I’m giving you a chance. The gas you’re inhaling is not lethal enough to kill you outright. If your body can fight it off, you’ll live. But if you can’t, you’ll die. See? Very fair.”
The Chemist stood right in front of Darren and grabbed both of his shoulders. Even with his bloodied eyes, Darren could see the Chemist’s eyes behind the gas mask boring holes into him.
He placed down a common hourglass next to Darren as he foamed at the mouth, body writhing, slowly dying. Having Darren turn would simply be troublesome, he thought to himself, as he slid a knife into Darren’s skull. The Chemist gingerly stepped around Darren’s now still body and opened the windows, letting out the gas that had filled the science room. As he enjoyed the view from the third story science lab, he found Luna, grooming herself on top of a box behind the school. Behind the gas mask, he broke into a smile. The mask ensured nobody would ever lay eyes on his smile.

## Skills

 61 | Silent Threat | Smashes walker’s heads at the start of battle and obtains a Shield equal to 30% Max HP for 7 sec. During combat: R obtains a Shield for every Ultimate used.

## Recommended Gear

R is a good Survivor for the Combat Stages, Camp Defense, Alignment Defense and PvP. It's recommended to get his Personal Gear to level 20 and give him the Asyl's Bulletproof Vest or Asyl's Best Helmet as Special Gear.