Requiem. The VMMORPG that has taken the world by storm. This game is a lot different from its counterparts because of one thing – metamorphosis. The world of Requiem is constantly evolving. With each world quest and secret quest completed within it, some things change. Either for the better or for the worse.Killing a bishop might make a despot priest take his place, creating a cult that spells trouble for the players. Receiving a blessing from a king might turn a player as potential target for other kingdoms. Sometimes, even enough to begin a war. Then there are monster hunts. Boss fights. Adventures. Friendships. Betrayals. Special events.All these and more adds excitement and challenge to the game, especially the part where Requiem changes on a daily basis. A feature that isn’t present on other games. But this dynamicity isn’t even the only thing worthy of praise.Everything within the environment is detailed to the point that this fantasy world can be mistaken for reality. Every

Seven days. After seven days, the twelve members of Avalon began their battle in hell. That’s what players call it. But the real name of this place is Inferno. The place is filled with miasma, a substance that continuously drains the health points of those within it. A repugnant scent of rotting corpses, mixed with other vile scents linger in the air. Insides-twisting enough to make anyone want to throw up. The walls and the ground are seemingly made of flesh. Bare flesh with the faces of the damned being mixed into it – desperately screaming for them to be saved. If touched, and it also feels disgusting, the screams will turn into ear-deafening screeches. This is why nobody likes venturing Inferno. There are as many weak monsters in this plane as there are in Purgatorio and Paraiso. But the difference is that, the atmosphere here in Inferno makes anyone feel like they have actually descended into literal hell. The domain of the demons where all are tortured justly. Paying for the

[System Loading…][Collecting data from the Demon Lord Azazel…][Collecting data from the player Merlin Warlock…][Data Merge is underway…]Merlin felt something different. He’s warm and cold at the same time. It’s not a pleasant feeling, more like a tug of war between these two sensations. Where one wants to win over the other. Then there is the still darkness. Merlin can’t feel his limbs, nor any other part of his body for that matter. But his mind is intact, smudged and unreliable still, but intact.[10%][20%][Failed][Restarting data merge…]He has no control over this screen that he is seeing in front of him. It’s probably under Requiem’s command, are the words running through his head. Ah yes, his thinking is now becoming clearer at least. But that just makes the experience all the more dreadful. A clear mind won’t help him get out of there – it’ll only cause him worries.[10%][25%][Failed][Restarting data merge…]Slowly but surely the feeling of warmth on his veins began t

There are reasons for Merlin’s advantage in the fight.The primary one is because he’s Merlin. The name has a weight on it – that which carries the title of the Emperor of Requiem. Unlike his former guildmates who climbed their way through the ranks with the use of money, Merlin is able to achieve this solely through the use of his skills. A large portion of which is his vast knowledge of the world of Requiem. There isn’t any other player who has reached his level of understanding of the game. Sure there are guides and other sources of information, but there are certain things that only Merlin knows. Things which he learned by understanding the game’s logic. The same thing that drew [World’s End] towards him.That’s not all. There is actually a factor of equal importance that made the entirety of this bout flow in his favor. That is, the other skill that he has. Not the one that he kept on using since the beginning. No. The other skill which you, dear spectator, have not been told of

“Get up Merlin!” Gerald’s voice echoed through the empty training hall of Avalon. The walls are painted gray, with training dummies and other equipment being placed in a corner. It’s early. Too early for anyone else from the guild to log in to the game. Only Gerald can see the crimson that Merlin stains on the gray floor. Coming from the bloodied state of the Emperor of Requiem. A sight that pleases him who has always thirsted for power. If you hate your life so much, why don’t you just die? These are the words running through Merlin’s head as he slowly got to his feet.He can’t say this out loud. Doing so would increase the level of his beating. That’s why he has to keep his mouth shut. Not that it’s that difficult to do in his current state. His vision is already blurry and his head isn’t in the best shape as well. Considering all the blood that’s coming out of his nose and lips, it’s already impressive that this is all that he can feel. It’s even more impressive that he can sti