Upon arriving to the mountainous northeastern terrain of the frontier, the caravan’s pace had slowed on account of the uneven dirt roads. The carriages and wagons were meant for flat and even roads, so a winding uneven path that went up and down was not easily traversed for this large group of people.Not only that, but this location was inhabited by a species of rock creatures that regular NPCs could not handle. So, much to Flama’s delight, she got a chance to finally have her fun.Jumping from the lead carriage, she equipped her dual swords.“Enemy spot! I’m taking them out!” She said with gusto and charged the gray rock scaled enemies.These were stone beaks, a dodolike creature that had a beak as hard as metal but with a gray dull color at its elongated beak’s tip.They were fast and moved in packs, so dealing with them was usually done with a team of players. But Flama disregarded all forms of teamwork at the moment.Being coped up in the carriage for 2 days had really grated on
As the battle continued, the men of Dieles who were led by Soloman, pushed the left flank forward. Soloman’s resounding and thundering voice pressed the men forth. They felt as if their backs were given a hearty pat of encouragement, and it was effective. So much so that these rough and tumble frontier villagers became even more so. It was as if they were invincible, but that was far from the truth. “Grah! Watch out! Hold that LINE!”Soloman barked orders as the oncoming swarm of monsters had seemed to increase. In fact, a new wave of stone beak appeared from the nearby valleys. This new force of monsters had come a knocking.Were they drawn in by the spilled blood or were they battle hungry animals who roared for the hunt?Soloman didn’t know but he put that out of his mind. He called for the knowledge of tactics within him, long held back since common managerial matters used to be his main concern. But now, he could use it. He could use the ethereal blade of wisdom he had kept she
“What? You're not going to your interview?” Chancy said, her eyes as wide as saucers. After being given an impromptu health check after his stint of unabashed laughing and prideful declaration of becoming the “strongest”, Luck had told his family that he would be reconsidering his career choice. He had opted to not go to the scheduled interview which is parent’s supported as they knew that Luck was old enough to be his own man in his life. He was already 20 years old and he at least had an associates degree in business. His sister, on the other hand, was befuddled by his choice. “Didn’t you say that you wanted to work at that company ever since you were in school? Why are you giving up your dream?!” All Luck could do was laugh wryly as he witnessed his little step sister look so confused and flustered. His decision was sudden and being as close as they were, they knew each other’s aspirations. “You are misinterpreting me Chancy. I’m not giving up on my dream to be a top player i
“Big Brother. Wake up!” A high pitched voice carrying a sense of urgency sounded in Luck’s ears. Suddenly feeling an immense headache overcome his mind, Luck groaned in pain. It was a soft but genuine noise of distress which was all too reasonable since moments earlier, he was plagued by a nightmare. Yet this voice, while high pitched and annoying, was all too familiar to Luck and he felt confused. “Ch-Chancy?” He blurted out his younger sister’s name instinctively while his eyes were still shut tight. While he had called out his younger sister, he expected no response since Chancy, his younger step sister, had died of an illness 10 years ago. He was 40 at the time and it was the most depressing moment in his life as the last vestiges of his family had left him. Falling into depression at the remembrance of his sister’s tragic death that could have been prevented, Luck was surprised when Chancy's voice rang out in his mind once more. “Wake up! You're having a nightmare! It’s a
While Luck logged in with the batch of morning players, a certain sword wielding player in the game was waiting for his friend to join in. Not long after the world announcement, his friend finally spawned into the starting area. The swordsman’s friend walked up to him with a confused look on his face as the recent announcement was out of the norm for their first day in the game. Wanting to get his curiosity off his chest, the new player asked his more experienced compatriot. “Hey so, what was that? And just what the heck is a hidden unique class?” “I don’t know, but whoever got it must be the luckiest person ever. This game has been out for years and I can’t believe we’ve only scratched the surface.” The swordsman then put his hand on his head and began to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was like the man was trying to drive off some unsavory memories but his attempt seemingly failed as he continued to grumble. “What are you talking about?” His friend asked. “Ah,
As players clamored about in the starting town, they began to fill the streets as they rushed over to the once unpopular location of the capital’s junkyard. Their minds rang out with one thing. They wanted to see it, the source of the grand golden light that descended from the heavens as if this virtual world's digital god had descended. The more intuitive players guessed that the person that had caused the third world announcement of the day must have been the Creationist player.Turning a corner, one of these players saw the junkyard within sight. As he approached, he heard the clamor of people arguing and interrogating each other about if they were one the who caused the world announcement to trigger.Eventually, everyone settled and realized that the person might be hiding. One of the random players began to dig and sort through the junkyard in hopes of finding the Creationist. Fueled by crowd mentality, players began to follow along.The junkyard was massive as it should be for
At the center of the forest clearing made by the monster at its center, the aptly named King slime had been born. With eyes that it didn’t have, it began to look around for the player that had tried to deny its creation. In most Virtual Reality games, monsters supposedly had no will and could not produce any kind of emotion, but in Level 0 that was both half true and half false. Luck could feel the killing intent coming from the 1 meter tall slime and he was reminded of just how advanced this game was. The world and the monsters around him were of course not real but the feeling he got from the monster’s action of glancing around made him clench up in fear. This was an enemy he was wholly intending to fight, but not this soon. Sneaking a peek from behind the tree he used for cover, Luck used [Eye of the Creator] and sized the monster up. King Slime Description: A massive blue slime born from the accumulation of magic and will of numerous slimes who wish for vengeance for their
There in his status menu, Luck saw his new class skill called [Exchange of the Creator]. He had no knowledge of this skill or of any of his class skills for that matter as he had never encountered this class from his future memories. He thought he should take the time to experiment with them but shook off his curiosity since he was more concerned about his sister than the game. But, Luck could not take his eyes off the skill as it was constantly blinking. Even when he tried to close the status menu it would make an incessant beeping that he initially tried to ignore it. As he was viewing his map and deciding where to go next, he couldn’t think clearly and begrudgingly tried to get the annoying beeping to stop. He tried to turn off his in-game sound but that didn’t work. After messing with his settings a bit more, he thought to look at the skill directly. He scrutinized his blinking skill and hypothesized how to get it to stop making noise. He thought to poke at it to see what wo