I spent the night as I could. Reluctant to lie down on that mat, sleep finally overcame me. Lucky not to have needed blankets; he preferred not to imagine what summers would be like there.My body rested, but my mind returned to Allsium, like every night. To a virtuality to which he no longer gave too much importance; reality was much more relevant at that time due to the imminent danger that the group was running. Even so, I found out about the worlds to which an adventurer could travel to train without running too much danger, something that in illegality was already a lot to ask.There was a world in Allsium where survival depended on hand”to”hand combat. It was a system similar to Nirn, although it was not infested with spiders and beasts accustomed to the polar cold, but with knights on the warpath. A world created by Polish author Andrzej Sapkowski for his heroic fantasy novels: The Saga of Geralt of Rivia . A classic that was adapted to the video game in numerous editions, all
I went up the stairs to the third floor, took a look around, and saw that there was only one closed door. He was nervous, it was the first time he was going to see Dagon in reality, something he didn't expect to do so early.And less in such complicated circumstances.I knocked on the door a couple of times and, as expected, no one answered. Dagon already spent every day online in Allsium since he had stopped working at the restaurant “ Els Fogons ”. I hit the door with my shoulder a couple of times, but when it wouldn't budge I kicked it down.I entered the hall, two steps later I found myself in the living room. In the background hung a huge painting of the macro”capital Barcelona made by a drone from above, a spectacular image that made him understand the smallness of the human being. Dagon's flat was tidy, clean and very airy, there was hardly anything to hinder my step. The complete opposite of my house, which was more of a minefield.I went to what seemed to be his room and I fo
Dagon had tried to tell me what they were doing in Allsium, but I didn't listen. I didn't want him to understand, but I wanted him to respect the decision he had made. And so he did; there was no one like him when it came to putting himself in someone else's shoes.Nor did I tell him what I did in Allsium at night, during the time we spent staying in some abandoned apartment in the suburbs of the macro”capital. The plan was to reach the coast and travel by sea to the most important port in Italy, which was none other than Genoa. Air traffic had been prohibited for years, so maritime transport had resumed its golden age. Fleets of dream ships traveling at high speed from one port to another. Even so, since the borders had only recently been opened, not everyone was welcome in foreign countries.Although if it was done with a good wad of bills the thing used to be channeled.No more ships would set sail for three days, for we had arrived just as the last one left in the morning. It was
Things weren't looking good, although the Italian had left a message for Gina."There's been trouble on the road from Naples to Rome," Dagon said when he heard about it. The controls are excessive and it seems that Greek can't get past it."And that's why it doesn't connect to Allsium?""I'm not sure," he replied, scratching his head. He told Gina that he probably wouldn't be able to connect to Allsium for a few days.That turned me on. How could it not connect to Allsium? It was possible to connect to the virtual world at any time just by wanting to, so it was impossible for the Italian not to enter.Unless, of course, they could somehow block said access."Is it possible they'll be able to override the virtual signal?" “I asked for.He was left without an answer, Dagon looked at me with the face of a slaughtered lamb and did not know what to say."It doesn't matter," I said. We'll go to Rome, then.While we were paying, I asked the bar owner for the quickest and cheapest route to ge
An hour and fifty photos later, we left there directly towards the Fontana di Trevi; a baroque fountain, another of the wonders that awaited in the corners of Rome."He didn't look like he was in trouble," Dagon commented."I don't know," I answered. He's taking things too carefully, it's not like him."You mean we're going to have problems?""Greek is a walking problem," I snorted. If you said they follow you...That place was impressive, but we were packed in tighter than a can of sardines. The Trevi Fountain was filled with coins thrown by tourists because, apparently, doing it from behind brought good luck.I figured the mob would come in at night to pick them up."There's no one here to figure it out," Dagon said, spinning on his broad axis. I can't tell Greek."Don't worry, he'll find us.""Do you have a coin?" Dagon asked, smiling."You're not going to… Really?""We can't leave without doing it, you don't want to have bad luck for life, do you?"I shrugged and sighed; you could
"What do they want with an open war?" I asked without understanding."At midnight the New World will take effect," Dagon said as he rode Kody.“Ma che cosa ? Greek said, almost choking. Couldn't you say it earlier?“It's just that Gina has told me too many things, I can't remember everything at once."It's a bloody purge," the Italian announced. The one who dies and reaches the New World without skills will not be able to deal with a lane user."Well, we're tied up and asleep in the back of a van," Dagon said. I don't know if we're in a position to fight when that happens."If the New World comes, and we're still virtual, you'd better worry about what happens to the van when we return to reality," Greek replied with a wry smile."I hope they don't kill us earlier in reality," I said, ignoring what they were saying. Now we are in virtuality and we can leave none other than Ryan Leproiner without a legendary path. One less legendary path would be a blow to the family in the New World."
"Any specific strategy?" He started asking someone who was next to me."Leave Ryan Leproiner to us," Greek replied. It's the only thing you should know, capito ?“That? He said strangely while looking at us from top to bottom, like most of those who marched next to us. And who are you?"The leader's shields," I answered with a smile on my face.There was a deathly silence, broken only by the screams of the Allsionista, who had about fifty meters to go to meet us."Are you the fucking shields?" But weren't there four? Where the hell is the leader? “were some of the questions that were heard from the different voices that were raised in the crowd, all of them with the same tone of disbelief.There was no time to answer them, but at least they had believed it. I supposed that no one in Kurayami would dare to proclaim themselves the leader's shield, especially in a situation as complicated as that one. It was funny that everyone still thought there were four, especially when that fourth s
London from Harpy's back looked dirtier and darker than ever. Its buildings were empty and any glimpse of art, which was not in short supply in the city, lay in ruins. An insult to history that the system could patch up over time if the New World didn't put an end to Allsium sooner. Security had fallen and, although I knew it was virtual, it hurt a lot to see how your hometown ended up demolished because of the same thing that had destroyed it in reality: human greed."There's something going on down there," Greek announced, looking up at Westminster Bridge.I took a look and ordered Harpy to come down. There was Ryan Leproiner, swelled with pride as he spoke to the masses and railed against the Kurayami rebels.However, as the Italian had pointed out, something seemed to be wrong.Dagon's limp body shimmered and broke into a shaft of light that shot up into the sky. The silence that had invaded us was broken by Harpy's high”pitched squawk.Instead of moving away from the bridge, the