Daemon, Lockheart, and Nyaru materialized on Floor 4, their arrival marked by a sense of annoyance that hung in the air. Exhausted from their previous dungeon expedition, they had missed the Floor Boss event. Adding to Daemon's frustration was the lingering effect of the Siren's curse, which caused his head to throb uncomfortably. As they teleported, the trio found themselves standing near a bridge that overlooked a river flowing into a vast void. The map of this particular floor was significantly smaller than others, consisting of a single location with an entrance. Nyaru and Lockheart marveled at the sight while Daemon motioned for them to hurry along. Crossing the bridge, they were greeted by the sight of a city. The city on Floor 4 was a charming place with stone park roads, brick houses, and small gardens adorning each residence. Lamps hung above the roofs, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Compared to Floor 1, the houses had a slightly more modern design, and instead o
Nyaru, Lockheart, and Daemon strolled through the lively streets of Level 4's bustling city, soaking in the sights and sounds of the virtual world. As they meandered, Daemon expressed his desire to find a second sword, prompting their visit to the bar once again. The door swung open, and Daemon ventured inside, leaving Lockheart and Nyaru outside. The bar was abuzz with players engaged in hushed conversations. Lockheart, perplexed by the mysterious atmosphere, turned to Nyaru and voiced her confusion, "Why is everyone whispering?" Nyaru, ever observant, replied with a hint of excitement in her voice, "They're forming guilds before the guild system opens! Most high-level players like Daemon are already at Level 49, and they're preparing for the guild rush." Lockheart shook her head, slightly overwhelmed by the intricacies of the game. As they prepared to enter the bar, Daemon interjected, urging them to wait outside. Closing the door behind them, Lockheart and Nyaru exchanged curious
Teleporting to Floor 5, Daemon found himself engulfed in darkness. He strained his eyes, but there was nothing to see. Nyaru, clutching Lockheart's hand, trembled with fear beside him. In a flash, the entire floor was bathed in a vibrant blue light, revealing a floating circular platform crafted from polished black marble. Daemon averted his gaze from the platform and noticed a series of interconnected circle platforms on Level 5, connected by staircases made of gleaming white marble. Looking upward, he marveled at the sight of constellations glowing with a mesmerizing blue radiance. Some constellations gently floated across the sky, while others remained stationary. As the players adjusted to their surroundings, the staircases vanished, leaving only the central circular platform. It was then that the formidable boss, known as [Floor 5 Soulscapes: Soulhunter], materialized before them. Soulhunter, draped in a flowing black cloak, possessed a skeletal left hand that protruded through
Guilds: Forging Bonds and Battling as OneGuilds, the epitome of community and camaraderie, become accessible once players reach level 50. These groups allow adventurers to band together, fight side by side, and create lasting bonds. Within a guild, members find unity and support, united by a common cause. Notably, guild members cannot engage in combat with one another, ensuring a harmonious environment. Establishing a guild comes with a price tag of 50,000 Kuds, signifying the commitment required to build a thriving community.A. Guild Ranks: Organizational Structure and RolesLeader: The guild's founder and ultimate authority, possessing the power to disband the guild at will.Co-leader: Appointed solely by the Leader, the Co-leader shares similar powers and responsibilities, excluding the authority to dissolve the guild.Battle Leader: A seasoned warrior well-versed in the art of war. This role entails guiding and strategizing with guild members during guild-specific events and batt
"A YEAR AGO..." Daemon sat alone in his dimly lit room, seeking solace in the virtual realm. The weight of isolation bore down on him, and the taunts of his classmates echoed in his mind. The computer screen flickered, casting a pale glow on Daemon's face as he engaged in conversations and immersed himself in online games. Through these interactions, he found a refuge, a place where he could express himself and grow in confidence. Each conversation was a small victory, a step toward overcoming his struggles. Suddenly, the sound of his father's voice pierced through the virtual world, jolting Daemon back to reality. His heart sank as he braced himself for what awaited him. Daemon reluctantly made his way to the kitchen, where his father stood, anger etched across his face. On the floor lay a discarded chocolate wrapper. "TAKASHI! COME HERE!" Trembling, Daemon approached his father, anxiety knotting his stomach. He tried to explain, his voice quivering, "I must have dropped it last n
The group gathered eagerly around the table, their attention fixed on Haruto, who cleared his throat to address them. "Alright, everyone, you know why we're here. We're forming a Guild, and we're in this together," Haruto declared with conviction. Ren clapped her hands excitedly, while Rem nodded in agreement. Daemon and Lockheart exchanged smiles, their enthusiasm evident. Nyaru, on the other hand, dozed off intermittently, her eyes fluttering open occasionally. Haruto continued, capturing everyone's attention, "I will cover the cost of creating the Guild, and in return, I'll assume the leadership role. Until we reach the maximum number of members, no one will be granted a rank solely based on friendship. All members must work towards the Guild's success to earn their positions." Daemon found himself taken aback, recognizing Haruto's ability to captivate and inspire the group in such a short time. "He certainly has leadership qualities," Daemon thought, raising his hand with a tin
Lockheart and Daemon stood in the vibrant wheat fields, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their companions. Nyaru playfully sprawled amidst the golden stalks, her hands waving in the air. The warm sun cast a dazzling reflection in Daemon's eyes, prompting him to shield them with his hand as he glanced at Lockheart. "Why did Haruto insist on such an early meeting time?" Daemon questioned, a hint of grogginess evident in his voice. Lockheart smiled, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Haruto has his reasons, and we should respect his decision. If you have any concerns, you can always talk to him." Daemon fell silent, the swaying wheat gently rustling in the breeze. Nyaru bounded to her feet, sensing the approaching presence of their companions. Lockheart's excitement propelled her forward, with Daemon trailing behind, his thoughts lingering. "I... um, never mind," Daemon mumbled, finding his way to the group. Rem, Ren, and Lockheart were engaged in conversation, seated on the ground.
The Olympic torches at the center of the platform vanished into a flurry of bats, and in their place, equipped skeletons materialized at the far corners. Daemon quickly assessed the situation and shouted, "I'll take care of the sword and bow skeletons! The rest is up to you!"Feeling the wind on his skin, Daemon sprinted towards the skeletons on his right. One of them drew a bow, but Daemon swiftly kicked it off balance, taking advantage of the opportunity to strike with his sword. He deftly parried the attacks from the other skeletons, using both of his swords to hold them back.Meanwhile, additional skeletons spawned, wielding swords and shields. Sensing the urgency, Daemon called out to Rem and Ren, "Attack, now!"Rem tightened her grip on her wand, her hands trembling with anticipation. She aimed her wand at the skeletons and summoned giant vines that emerged from the ground, tearing the skeletons apart. Ren traced a circular pattern in the air with her wand, manifesting a fiery sh