After reading the message on the scroll, Noctis at first had doubts. Then his stomach lurched when he saw the attached video recording of the last moments of his brother. "That's it. I'm joining the fray. Don't worry brother. Your death won't be in vain." Then he packed up all the weapons and badges his father and brother sent over in his backpack. He went to his room and chose to wear black pants and a black shirt that is perfectly accented by his slim yet tall and fit body. Then he put on a black mask which is also a legendary item that could change his voice and cover his face. He combed his unruly silver hair, put on his mountain climbing sneakers, placed the backpack on his back, and grabbed the sheathed daggers with a dragon emblem engraved into the handles, the twin weapon of the katana his brother used, and placed them on his wrist. He also picked up his dragon fire enchanted spear. "Satsuki has been eliminated. You have been chosen as his replacement. Do you agree?" H

Noctis could sense the inquisitive eyes of the onlookers behind his back. He can obviously picture their envious looks, and hear hushed murmurs all over the Lobby. He understood their viewpoint, as they don't often get to rescue a player in a dire situation, and a beautiful girl at that. Takara Erich remained seated on the ground not far from where Noctis just dueled her former Guild Master and won. She is too stunned to react at the sudden turn of events she just witnessed right in front of her. Noctis approached her, extended her a hand, then helped her get up. Then he noticed that she trembled while standing. So, he helped her get into a chair and sit down. He also ordered a fresh hot porridge to replace the one that Joe spit on. Noctis sat on a chair next to her and put an arm protectively over her while she hungrily ate the meal I bought. He waited for her to finish her meal while gazing at her. He couldn't help but look at her cute, good-looking face, with her flawless

Hashioki at the main hideout of Orochi the eight-headed dragon, located on the 40th floor of RPG Fantasia. The house of Orochi reminded him of countless traditional houses scattered all over Japan. He chose to forego his usual clothing of suit and tie. He opted to wear the traditional black kimono with the words Orochi the Black Dragon on the back of the kimono with white ink, written in shodo. He also wore traditional Japanese slippers. White and yellow chrysanthemums dotted the open grounds outside the red gate going into the house, alongside Sakura blossom flowers and cherry blossom trees. A large sculpture of a black 8-headed dragon is placed right outside the gate. It’s been a long time since he last visited Orochi. Nothing has changed since he last visited the minor god. He noted that many people are busy meditating on mats or practicing tai chi n the courtyard garden right in front of Orochi’s house. In the back of the house is a pond garden where koi fish and carp a

The entire Scraper Guild headed straight for the Necromancer Guild’s headquarters in a state of panic right after Joe Franco got humiliated in a duel. The fact that someone much more powerful than them, and a complete newbie at that, beat up their Guild Master and gave them a taste of their own medicine is a hard pill they are forced to swallow. “What the fucking hell on earth happened, eh? Did someone else beat up your Guild Master again?” Leica Hattori, the healer of the Necromancer Guild grinned wickedly at Joe Franco, then looked at the panicked faces of the other Guild members. “Looks like your guild lost your punching bag to a total newbie, huh?” Leica noticed that Takara isn’t tagging along with them. “God damn it, Leica. We’ve already suffered enough. Just heal our damn guild leader, and be done with it.” Sadako Minamoto, the assassin of the Scraper Guild, cut in. She couldn’t stand to hear Leica’s words. “What’s the matter, Sadako? Can’t stand to hear me speaking?” Sa

Morrigan watched from a safe distance, with a crow perched on her fair-skinned shoulder, as her soldiers bravely defended their castle from a sudden raid by the Elven-Dwarves alliance. “Well, well. A sudden raid at a time I’m supposed to be resting. What a pleasant surprise.” The attractive goddess looks like an eighteen-year-old girl with fair skin and a flawless face wearing an elegant black body-hugging dress that showed off her sexy body said sarcastically with a smirk plastered upon her lips. “Let’s ramp things up a bit. Brave of those elves and dwarves to come without knocking. Stay here and defend this place. This shouldn’t fall to the invaders.” She said to her new male and handsome assistant, who wore a black robe with a hood that normally covered his handsome yet punk and gothic face, along with his punk hairstyle. The crow perched on her shoulder flew outside the window. Its size grew to that of a dragon, and Morrigan jumped right on its back. The crow hovered right