"Heater, you say?" Solarael inquired, his brows raised in curiosity as Alayn requested to purchase a heater from the Cosmo shop. "Well, I can certainly sell you a human-made heater, but how do you plan on using it without electricity?" Solarael questioned, a puzzled expression on his face. "Can't you sell one that's battery-powered?" Alayn replied, mirroring Solarael's puzzled expression. "Ah, right. That's a valid point. But wouldn't it be better to just buy a blessing from an angel? They do expire after a while, but you can easily replenish the blessings using credits, and they're quite affordable," Solarael suggested with a smile. Alayn stared at Solarael, his annoyance palpable on his face. Letting out a deep sigh, Alayn raised his voice. "So you're telling me I can buy blessings from angels, huh? I suppose I should thank you for enlightening me with this 'precious transaction information' without my asking. Oh, wait~ I did ask in a way, now that I think about it," Alayn said
Time passed, and Mortis dutifully maintained the temperature blessing at the camp in the parking lot. The seven players devised a plan for taking turns to keep watch, and Alayn skillfully used framing bias to convince the others to let him be the first to keep watch for the initial hours. To keep track of time, they relied on Mortis' watch, which he had decided not to sell to Solarael, considering it a precious gift he had received. Alayn pondered to himself that being the first to keep watch would allow him to patrol more easily. It would grant him the freedom he needed to proceed with the plan he had devised. Despite lacking any special powers at the moment, he was determined to become one of the most formidable players in the game by the end of the second day. And he already knew exactly how he would achieve that. As the moonlight completely engulfed the darkened sky, sprinkling it with countless shimmering stars, Alayn settled onto a crumbling concrete ledge nearby. Sitting dow
With the moon ascending to its peak in the sky, casting an illuminating glow over the once concrete forest, now transformed into a verdant landscape of lush vegetation, the team of three—Alayn, Luvern, and Aidan—delved deeper into the darkness, their mission clear: to find a water source and gather any available resources.Amidst the trees and bushes, bathed in the gentle silver light of the moon, Luvern lowered his voice, speaking in a tone audible only to the other two players. "Are you certain about the direction we're taking, Alayn?" he inquired, a hint of confusion marking his face in the dim light."To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. It's a fifty-fifty chance, I suppose. I acquired this information from Solarael using my credits. He advised us to head east from our camp, and judging by the sunset and moonrise, I believe we are indeed moving in the right direction," Alayn responded, sharing the situation with his teammates."The only remaining uncertainty is the distance we nee
Luvern rushed toward the counter with a sense of urgency, his footsteps quick and determined. As he reached the counter, he slammed his hands onto its surface, trying to convey the gravity of the situation."Please, Solarael, we need to be teleported back to our camp immediately. I'll pay whatever credits you require," he implored, his concerned expression reflecting the turmoil of thoughts racing through his mind. His heart was heavy with worry for his sister's safety, and it showed in every line of his face and voice.Alayn chuckled inwardly, amused by the turn of events. "Well, it seems like I don't even need to intervene," he thought to himself with a mischievous grin. Luvern's concern for his sister had taken precedence in his mind, making him forget about that he they could also use Solarael to send a message to Aidan or guide the situation in their favor.Alayn found himself impressed by how circumstances had unfolded naturally, aligning with his hidden agenda without any direc
Darkness swathed the forest, enshrouding Alayn's team in an unsettling cloak of obsidian. The distant symphony of crickets, once a comforting melody, now fell into an abrupt silence, as if nature itself was holding its breath. A sense of foreboding encircled them, catching them off guard and rendering them unprepared for the impending onslaught. Approaching footsteps echoed ominously, each one drawing closer, raising the hair on their necks and sending shivers down their spines. The cold wind whispered chilling secrets, but it was not the sole harbinger of unease. It felt as if death itself prowled these woods, inching ever nearer to the six players gathered in the desolate parking lot. Amidst the darkness, their faces painted with moonlit pallor, the team exchanged anxious glances, searching for a glimpse of reassurance in each other's eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, as they braced themselves for the unknown threat, their senses honed, alert to every rustle of leaves or
The night air was filled with a chilling breeze that carried the metallic scent of blood across the parking lot. Above, the moon shone down upon the lifeless figure of Mortis, sprawled on the ground like a discarded puppet. The scene was surreal, and the team stood frozen in shock and horror. "Ten seconds are over," the woman with the round-rimmed glasses said, her voice quivering with a mix of pain and fear. As if her words were a cue, the oppressive power of slumber that had nearly engulfed Alayn dissipated, leaving him weak and disoriented. He dropped to his knees, struggling to regain his bearings. Beside him, Serene's cries of anguish pierced the air, reflecting the collective despair of the team. Mortis, the mighty player they all looked up to, had been taken down by a single well-aimed dagger, leaving them shaken and vulnerable. Aria's face displayed a complex interplay of emotions. Fear and sadness mingled with something else, an enigmatic expression that set her apart from
In the shadowy palace, surrounded by a veil of swirling grey clouds that concealed its true grandeur, sat a majestic figure on a throne. The mysterious being had blurred facial features, as if veiled by some divine mist, giving him an ethereal and godly aura. The very air around him seemed to tremble with a mix of reverence and fear, and even the ambivians, raven-like creatures that flew around him, appeared to acknowledge his authority. In front of the godly figure, a crystalline screen floated, reflecting his blurry image. Despite the obscurity of his visage, one could sense a sinister smile lurking behind the veil. His gaze, like an all-seeing eye, penetrated through the crystal, seemingly able to observe events unfolding in distant realms. "So, you actually killed one of your teammates," he spoke, his voice echoing through the chamber with an otherworldly resonance. "Well, you kind of deceived the rules by killing a player with a life orb, but oh well. A promise is a promise,"
Alayn crumpled to the unforgiving ground, his consciousness slipping away like sand through his fingers. The consequences of channeling 20% of his newfound godlike ability had caught up to him, leaving him feeling as though every sinew in his body had torn asunder. Though he had foreseen some of the repercussions, he hadn't expected the toll it would exact on his very existence. Even a mere fraction of a god's authority was overwhelming for a mere human like Alayn. His mortal vessel, unaccustomed to such power, strained to endure the sudden surge, and the ten-second time limit had now elapsed, forcing his body to revert to its natural state to withstand the strain. As the searing pain of the power's drawbacks coursed through him, he also found himself grappling with the excruciating wounds inflicted by the blond-haired woman's deadly daggers. While the bleeding had ceased upon his victory over Neo and the absorption of his ability at 20% potential, the wounds themselves remained, a