Three days had passed since the incident that trapped them in the game.
Exhausted and unable to access the house system, people resorted to sleeping under trees and on the grass. The developer, Kuudere Dev, had thought it was a brilliant idea to lock the home system behind a level requirement, much to the frustration of the players.
Almost 500 lives had been lost, a grim reminder of the dangers lurking in this virtual world. Amidst the chaos, Lockheart and Daemon continued their arduous grind, tirelessly hunting wolves in the forest to level up. Sleep deprivation had taken its toll on them, but they pressed on.
Lockheart, weary and desperate, finally spoke up. "Daemon, how many more wolves do we need to kill? I'm exhausted..."
"Stop complaining, Lockheart! We'll stop when we reach level 20. Don't distract me when you're not even pulling your weight!" Daemon snapped back, his frustration evident.
Lockheart cast a spell, sending a green light towards a wolf and inflicting damage. However, the wolf retaliated, and Lockheart screamed in fear. Acting swiftly, Daemon positioned himself in front of Lockheart and struck the wolf, forcing it to retreat.
"You're just a support class, Lockheart. Your role is to heal and buff me while I do the heavy lifting. That's how it works," Daemon asserted, his tone dismissive.
Lockheart sighed, her disappointment palpable. "If it's such a problem, I can change my class."
Daemon let out a frustrated sigh. "It's locked until level 50."
Lockheart's frustration grew. "Why does everything have to be level locked? We don't even have a house! What kind of lousy game design is this?"
Rolling his eyes, Daemon retorted, "Did you seriously join this game just for the house system? That's such a stereotypical move, yikes."
As the battle continued, Daemon urged Lockheart to use her combo skills, maximizing their efficiency. Their coordination paid off, and they swiftly dispatched multiple wolves.
"See, Lockheart? With the power of teamwork—" Daemon began, but was interrupted by Lockheart's urgent warning.
"Daemon, behind you!"
Confused, Daemon turned around just in time to be knocked down by a wolf. He winced in pain as Lockheart checked their experience points needed to level up.
"We need to kill three more wolves," Lockheart informed him, her voice filled with concern.
Daemon hurled his sword at the approaching wolf, and together they leveled up. Taking a moment to recover, Daemon explained, "Wolves give 100 EXP per kill. You need to be aware of these details, Lockheart."
Lockheart grumbled, "How do you even know all of this?"
"I've been reading the game's guides and tutorials, despite their lackluster presentation," Daemon admitted. "We're stuck in this game, Lockheart. We need to make the best of it, and knowing the mechanics is essential."
Lockheart sank to the ground, overwhelmed by the situation. Daemon, empathetic to her despair, knelt beside her and gently patted her back.
"I'm sorry," he offered sincerely.
"I miss my friends," Lockheart confessed, her voice filled with longing.
Daemon struggled to find comforting words. "I understand... We've been alone together for a week now, and it's been tough. But right now, survival is our priority. There are other players out there who might pose a threat, so we need to stick together."
Anger flickered in Lockheart's eyes. "So that's why you've been arguing with me?"
Daemon's head hung low in shame. "I... I just shared my thoughts without considering how it would affect you."
Lockheart's glare intensified. "Beyond that, why are you so composed when... when you're far from the people you love?"
Daemon fidgeted nervously. "Don't mistake my calmness for indifference. I'm just trying to hide my emotions from others. I'm not like... well, you know..."
Lockheart's sobs echoed through the forest. "Stop with your gender stereotypes!"
Realizing his insensitivity, Daemon quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I spoke without thinking."
Lockheart's gaze remained fixed on him. "If you ever talk like that again, I'm leaving the party."
"Please don't," Daemon pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look, everyone feels the same way as you do. Just think back to how everyone reacted when Kuudere Dev announced the incident."
Lockheart's frown softened slightly. "You have a point."
"Try to adjust to this new reality," Daemon suggested gently. "For now, let's focus on grinding and finding some enjoyment in this world. Maybe we're in a hospital somewhere, with VR devices attached to our heads and loved ones by our side. It's frightening, but it could also provide some solace to think that way."
Surprised by Daemon's unexpectedly wise words, Lockheart looked at him with a newfound appreciation. "Thank you."
Daemon grinned and winked. "And besides, everyone I care about is still just an anime dimension away... So don't worry about that."
Rolling her eyes, Lockheart couldn't help but smile. "I can't believe I just poured my heart out to an otaku neet."
Daemon feigned offense. "Hey!"
As they shared a moment of lightheartedness in the midst of their struggles, a sense of camaraderie began to grow between them. Despite their differences, they realized that supporting each other was crucial in this virtual world. With renewed determination, they stood up and prepared to face the challenges ahead, their bond strengthened by understanding and acceptance.
Together, Lockheart and Daemon ventured deeper into the forest, ready to confront the trials of their new reality, one step at a time.
An hour had passed since Daemon and Lockheart's conversation, and now they found themselves sitting together, captivated by the mesmerizing sunset in the virtual world. The game boasted a realistic time loop, where the sun gradually set, causing shadows to shift and objects to be bathed in a warm, orange-yellow glow. As they soaked in the breathtaking scenery, Daemon couldn't help but acknowledge the game's unparalleled visual beauty. Daemon finally broke the silence, diverting their attention. "You know, Lockheart, we unlocked two new systems recently." Lockheart, reluctant to interrupt the serene moment, sighed softly. She preferred to bask in the enchanting sunset rather than engage in a conversation. Nevertheless, she responded, "Alright, go ahead." Sensing her disinterest, Daemon couldn't help but notice something was bothering her. "Is something on your mind?" he inquired, concerned. Lockheart shook her head, attempting to dismiss her worries. "No, it's nothing. Please, conti
The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the lush grass, enveloping the surroundings in a serene ambiance. The forest came alive with the melodious chirping of birds perched on the branches of mighty trees. The distant sounds of chickens in the fields added a touch of rural charm. It was a refreshing and picturesque day in Escapia. Daemon was enjoying the pleasant morning, engaging in polite conversations with NPCs. He handed over some woods to a young child NPC. The NPC smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you for the woods, adventurer-" Daemon, growing frustrated with the inability to skip through NPC dialogue, interrupted abruptly, "Kid, spare me the details." "Oh, adventurer! I knew you would help me the moment I saw your face." Daemon clenched his fist, feeling annoyance simmer within him. The NPC continued, unaware of Daemon's frustration, "When I bring these woods to my dad, he'll be overjoyed-" Unable to contain himself any longer, Daemon exploded, "Let me skip it! Let me!"
Lockheart and Daemon battled against small cactus hybrids in the scorching heat of Desertium. Despite the intense fight, Daemon's stomach growled, a clear indication of hunger. Lockheart, too, had lost focus on the battle and was rubbing her stomach, displaying her own hunger. She occasionally granted Daemon a buff to help him in the fight. Their eyes met briefly, but Daemon quickly turned away, breaking the silence that hung between them. Lockheart broke the silence by sarcastically congratulating Daemon, "Oh, congratulations, Daemon! I'm so glad we had that sandwich earlier!" Daemon retorted, "Ah, shut up! At least it gave us extra HP!" Lockheart gestured toward the caption above Daemon Lockheart's name and applauded ironically, "Yeah, it also gave us a brand new status effect. Look above my head..." Daemon read the caption, "Nausea." Lockheart pushed Daemon lightly and said, "Congratulations! You're so annoying!" Daemon responded by lightly slapping Lockheart's hand away, sayi
Just as Daemon prepared to launch his attack, a familiar voice called out to him, "Takashi!" Surprised, Daemon turned around and saw a man, Mitsuri, slumped on the ground, his HP bar rapidly depleting and nearing death. Daemon's eyes widened as he recognized Mitsuri, his long blond hair and blue eyes confirming his identity. Mitsuri struggled to speak through heavy breaths, pleading for help, "Takashi, is that you? Please, I don't think I can hold on much longer!" Before Daemon could react, the Minotaur Boss slammed its ax into the ground once more, causing the ice shard above Mitsuri to sway dangerously. Desperation filled Daemon's voice as he cried out, "Mitsuri, move! You're going to die!" But Mitsuri seemed unable to hear Daemon's plea, his exhaustion impairing his senses. He looked at Daemon one last time, seeking assistance, before his eyes slowly closed. Within seconds, the ice shard swung and fell, piercing Mitsuri's body. Then, Mitsuri's form disappeared from the game, his
Morning arrived, casting its warm glow upon the peaceful landscape. Lockheart had found comfort in sleep, lying on the soft grass beneath a tree. As the gentle breeze caressed the surroundings, Daemon approached her and lightly poked her shoulder. "Lockheart, wake up," he whispered. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, Lockheart stood up and looked at Daemon, who wore a bored expression. The events of the previous day flooded her mind, and she cautiously broached the topic. "H-Hey, Takashi... I mean Daemon. Are you feeling any better now?" Daemon nodded silently, his face etched with a frown. Lockheart observed him, searching for any signs of emotional response, but his demeanor remained unchanged. "Lockheart, why the hell are you staring at me?" Daemon questioned, his voice tinged with annoyance. Startled by his reaction, Lockheart quickly averted her gaze and apologized. She decided not to delve into the matter further, aware that Daemon's emotional state when he had cried seemed more
Daemon, Lockheart, and Nyaru sat on the grass of the Main Floor, engaged in conversation. Lockheart appeared weary, her expression marked by fatigue. Nyaru, on the other hand, had lost interest in the discussion and rested her head on the grass, observing the ants crawling on the ground. Daemon took on the role of explaining the cave dungeons on Floor 3 to his companions. He began by describing their first dungeon battle. "We'll be venturing into the Cave Dungeons on Level 3 for our upcoming battle," Daemon started. "As you may know, each cave dungeon has its unique theme. There are ice caves, fire caves, underground caves, and so on. The particular cave we're about to enter is the Undersea Dungeon," Daemon continued, glancing at Nyaru. Nyaru, having abandoned her observation of the ants, turned her attention to Daemon. "Yes, nii-chan?" "If we encounter any enemies in the dungeon that resemble octopuses or have tentacles, make sure to keep your distance. We never know what tricks
The battle against the Sirens intensified as Daemon realized Lockheart's attacks were ineffective against them. Frustration filled his eyes as he glanced at Lockheart, desperately wanting to find a solution. Her wand emitted feeble green lights that barely made a dent in the Sirens' health bars. Clenching his fist, Daemon made up his mind. "Enough, Lockheart! Stop attacking. It's my turn now!" With determination, he leaped onto the boulder, searching for a strategic advantage. Finding a moss-free ledge, he swiftly ascended and positioned himself directly above the Sirens. In a display of acrobatics, Daemon performed a backflip, driving his sword into one Siren's chest upon landing. With a swift kick, he sent the other Siren tumbling down the boulder, where it vanished into oblivion. The echoing sound of its demise resonated through the cave. As Daemon prepared to face the remaining enraged Siren, its screams pierced the air. Caught off guard, Daemon lost his balance and plummeted fi
Lockheart's battle against the Siren reached a critical point as her HP bar turned a dark shade of red, and her MP was rapidly depleting. With the boss still at half health, Lockheart teetered on the verge of succumbing to the Siren's influence. Just as the pleasant melody in her head began to fade, Nyaru rushed to her side, leaving Daemon momentarily. "Sister! Are you okay?" Nyaru exclaimed with concern, her fingers spread open, emanating a red light from her right hand and a blue light from her left hand, which enveloped Lockheart. As Lockheart's HP and MP bars slowly filled up, Nyaru anxiously asked, "Sister, are you okay?" The fading melody was abruptly replaced by the Siren's piercing cries. Lockheart warned Nyaru, "Nyaru, you shouldn't be standing here! The closer you get to the Siren, the more damage you'll take!" Nyaru's smile remained unwavering as she replied, "But sis, we can't defeat the creature if I can't replenish your MP, right?" Lockheart nodded in agreement, and