"Excuse me, oops— I'm sorry."An orange cup with a white plastic straw fell to the floor when someone hit it with her elbow, and she received a death stare."Do you wish to die now, huh?" The cup owner, a big man three times her size, looked at her menacingly. He had just lost a bet when his pick died on the battlefield, resulting in the loss of nearly 50 gold coins. Now, a petite-looking girl stood in front of him with a half-dumbfounded expression after making his last orange cup fall to the floor. "I'll—""Please, let her go, mister. Here's a small compensation for your loss."From the girl's side, a young man hurriedly stood in front of her, as if protecting her from the big and somewhat intimidating man. He held out a pocket to the man, causing the big man to raise his eyebrow in confusion. However, when he heard the heavy clink from the pocket, he decided to take it quickly."Now you understand, boy! I forgive you, I forgive you, hahaha!" The big man left with a wide smile on hi
"Hurry, come in here. It's safer here!"A girl pulled the overwhelmed young man's hand, pushing through the crowd that tried to reach out to interview him. Without hesitation, the young man followed the girl's lead and entered a closed room that wasn't crowded—only a few participants who had made it through the second round were there."Whew, that was close. Wasn't it?"The young man then removed the mask he had been wearing for approximately 22 hours in the labyrinth and revealed his face covered in sweat."Yes, you're right. I didn't expect there would be so many journalists waiting for us at the finish line." He paused for a moment, then suddenly touched the girl's cheek. "El, your cheek is bleeding. Did you get scratched earlier?"Elaine blinked in surprise when Nash suddenly touched her cheek. She quickly pushed Nash's hand away and covered her reddened cheek out of embarrassment. "Ah, it's nothing. Just a small scratch.""Tch," Nash scoffed at Elaine's stubbornness. He then put
"Ugh, why are there so many people? I can't even find a way to escape," Chisato muttered as she got trapped in a crowded crowd at the waiting area for the qualifying participants. Prince Hassan had ordered Chisato to buy some snacks because he was hungry, despite the fact that Hassan had been eating all day, but he was still hungry. Chisato wanted to refuse, but she knew deep down that she was only surviving on Hassan's kindness as the prince of Iskandarien. Chisato would definitely be a homeless person on the streets if Hassan hadn't offered her a job at that time, although sometimes Chi felt that Hassan just wanted to toy with her."Sigh, I better get out soon and find some snacks before that food-loving prince comes looking for me and ends up disappearing who knows where." Chi clenched her fists earnestly before gathering the courage to step through the sea of people.Were they so curious about the masked participant?"Excuse me, coming through.""Excuse meee.""Sorry, sorry. Excus
Nash had a strange dream. He was in the midst of a great battle where monsters escaped from the tower where they were imprisoned and attacked everyone, including civilians and players. The dream felt incredibly real as Nash could hear people screaming as the monsters chased and tore them apart, while the players were busy defeating the monsters and couldn't save the trapped civilians in the chaos. "What is this? Why am I dreaming such terrible things again?" Nash still remembered the last time he had a bad dream, which turned out to be a reality. However, that was because the dream was a memory of Nash as an NPC repeating a game script, but this time Nash was no longer just an NPC but also a part of Heaven of Terraria. So, what did all of this mean? "In a little while, Heaven of Terraria will reach its final arc." A voice suddenly came from beside Nash, causing him to spontaneously turn and see the figure. Nash was taken aback when he realized that the figure was someone he knew.
The system had clearly and explicitly explained to Nash what Third World View was—a dimension where Nash could observe events in a location by projecting himself, but whatever Nash did or said could be conveyed to the real world due to the very thin barrier between them."Why can I only do this now?" Nash protested. If he had known that he could do this for a long time, Nash could have used this skill to locate his friends and Chisato.[Answer: That is because Player Nash has just fulfilled the conditions and requirements for using the exclusive skill: Third World View.]The system's answer made Nash furrow his brow. He then opened his information window and looked at his current player information. He hadn't seen it for quite some time because he was busy training Elaine in the forest and participating in the Sylvan Cup tournament.\\[Player Information]Name: Nash Ledger (LV. 40)Job: Swordsman, The Far AnalystTitle: Web-Weaving Warrior, Low Meat Slayer. The Toughest Of Them All (
"Hmm... seems like the situation ain't good for us to talk anymore," said Aurora, glancing at Snow and Elaine suspiciously. "Meet me after the evening feast in the VIP room later. My private guard will take you there. That is if you're still interested in my offer. Farewell, Hero."Aurora gave a thin smile, leaving a charming impression as she walked out of the barracks where Nash rested. True to her name, snow traces lingered wherever she stepped, turning the room into an instant ice-bound mountain.A moment after Aurora's departure, Elaine wasted no time and approached Nash with a skeptical look. "You... how do you know the princess from the Arctic region? Have you been meeting secretly behind my back?""Re-really! Tell me, Nash! Princess Aurora is my idol! I'm willing to do anything, even endure this damn competition to get her attention. But why is she interested in you? Tell me your secret!" Snow joined in, pulling Nash's hand and making him sigh tiredly due to this sudden interr
“NOOOOOO!” Gasp! Nash opened his eyes in a hurried state and panted hard as he glanced around, just to find that he was still in his old and rustic bedroom. His chest moved up and down rapidly as if he was being chased by something terrifying. Nash jumped from the bed and limped straight to the oak window to see outside. Aside from the sun that rose over his birth village, casting a warm glow over the quaint homes and farms in Camden village, Nash could see some villagers that went out of their cottage to milk their cows or cutting logs with axes which the studs of the blades echoing through the crisp morning air. Other than that, nothing strange happened. People in Camden village were just doing their morning activities like usual. “It's there—the people, the village. All of them are safe." He mumbled with a trembled lips and a pale face. As he looked around the peaceful village, Nash began to realize that it was just his nightmare and not real. He dreamed that Camden village—h
[Ding!] [Congratulation, you have reached enough level to unlock new skill ‘Ensnarement.’ The cost to unlock the skill is 2,000 HC. Do you want to unlock the skill?] “Shit, this game was a total bloodsucker. Yes, unlock it.” A man with tangled lock hair leaned on a tree trunk while scrolling lazily on his game window. He looked at his almost complete tree branch skills and grinned wide. Well, at least he did not spend all his coins in vain. When people said that Heaven of Terraria was another form of a capitalist game, he did not believe it at first, but he has been playing this game since one year ago and experienced it himself that this game was a whole capitalist thing. However, he could not avoid the addiction to login into this open-world game because the coins here could be exchanged with real money and if he could find a rare item, he could sell it to a rich player. So, this game became a good option for a total antisocial like him, that rarely ventured out of his dingy apar