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[E-MAIL]
[Hello, Player Ketzyzuka! We, the entire 'Dissidia Epic Final Fantasy' game development team, would like to thank you for the dedication you have given for us. Now, for the fourth time, you have reached the highest level in Dissidia Epic Final Fantasy season 4!]
[In this chance, you have ended season 4 battle stage in Epic Final Fantasy. There is no one who has faithfully accompanied the journey of the Dissidia Epic Final Fantasy game until this fourth season more than you, Ketzyzuka. Thus, we feel you really deserve to be rewarded for your dedicated time throughout the game's four seasons]
[We will also give you a choice whether you want Player Ketzyzuka's identity exposed? If so, we will put your name on our international chat channel leaderboard. If not, please let us know and we'll just send an award. We will only post your player name on our international chat channel leaderboard]
Mal exhaled roughly when reading a series of writings that entered his email. The letter in this email was sent two days ago. For some reason, he still couldn't get excited when he read a message from the developer company of one of the games he subscribed to.
Because this is the fourth time Mal has received this message of thanks.
"I don't feel any euphoria of happiness anymore," Mal muttered, ending with a heavy sigh. "When shouldn't I be passionate?"
Mal's eyes flickered languidly to the computer screen. Yesterday, Mal had already typed a reply to an email to the game developer. He just said yes to the game developer so he could send the award, but not to expose his identity.
Mal knew that if his identity was exposed to the leaderboards on the international chat channel, people would immediately approach him. While Mal's energy is too little to respond to anyone who wants to pretend to be close to him.
"Of course. I should be bursting with joy, who can reach the highest rank like me?" Mal muttered again.
But after he tried to say with enthusiasm, his shoulders slumped again. Mal exhales through the mouth.
"Why is life so boring?" grumbled Mal who then leaned the back of his head on the back of the gaming chair.
For a few seconds, Mal watched the ceiling. If you remember, the income he gets from playing games has made him able to buy the interior in the room. The mall has also been able to help finance daily needs in this house.
Unfortunately, just like in games, Mal reaches a new high: boredom.
"What should I play?" asked Mal slowly. "If I repeat this game, it will taste bland."
"MAL! THERE'S A PACKAGE FOR YOU!"
Mal immediately turned towards the door. His mother's voice startled him from his reverie.
"Package?" Mal immediately straightened his seat with the direction of fixed gaze to the bedroom door. "Is that a reward package from a game developer?"
'That was quick,' Mal thought.
Then, Mal got up from his game chair and immediately stepped out of the room. Mal immediately went down the stairs to approach her mother who was downstairs.
"You put the package on the table," said Rossy, Mal's mother, even before Mal could ask.
Mal walked towards the living room table. He saw a flat cardboard box like a pizza box that had the Dissidia Epic Final Fantasy game symbol on it. At first Mal didn't notice anything, but when he looked closely, there was something different about this box.
Mal saw the game symbol at the top of the box in the form of a black eagle's face in the middle, while on either side of the eagle's face there are wings spread out.
In the previous emblem instead of the black eagle emblem. Only the name 'Final Fantasy' and the name of the character in the game Mal played.
For some reason Mal felt something was up. But at that time Mal didn't want to think about it. He immediately carried the flat cardboard box upstairs to his room.
Mal wasn't in a hurry because he had already guessed what the award from the game developer contained. When he was in bed in his room, the box was put down and the ribbon was slowly opened.
The first thing Mal got was a letter using matt paper. On the edge of the paper there is a layer of gold that glistens when exposed to the reflection of the room lights.
The letter contains congratulations and a token of thanks from the game developer. The mall doesn't really care. He took a flat aluminum box trophy, dominant in gold with a silver box in the middle. On the trophy it says:
'KETZYZUKA
HIGHEST LEVEL PLAYER
ACHIEVE THE PEAK TARGET
FANTASY SURVIVAL GAMES'
Mal immediately smiled wryly with a snort of embarrassment. Shouldn't he be happy to get this trophy? But in reality, after reading his name emblazoned on the gold plated trophy, Mal didn't feel any excitement.
"Same as the previous award," Mal muttered lazily.
The flat box trophy was placed haphazardly beside the cardboard box. Mal again saw another object in the cardboard box. He thought that nothing would be different from the contents of this award shipment.
When checking, Mal found two envelopes with red ribbons. Also two liquid bottles the size of a grown man's index finger. Both are blue.
Suddenly, Mal's brows furrowed. "What's this?"
For a few seconds Mal watched two bottles of liquid. Secretly guessing what is in this liquid, and why did the game developer give him this strange drink?
"As far as I can remember, there weren't two bottles and two letters like this in the previous season's award game," Mal muttered.
Curious, Mal turned his attention to the two envelopes with red bows. Soon Mal took one of the envelopes with a red ribbon and opened it with curiosity.
"Oh, I remember something, Mal, I felt so strange about the person who gave the package box," said Rossy, she stopped her activities of putting plates on an open shelf.
"Hmm?" Mal turned his head, her face showing astonishment. "Weird how?"
"Usually people who deliver packages wear special courier work uniforms, right?" asked Rossy then. "However, the person who delivered the package was wearing a black robe and all black clothes, only the hat is white. There is the same emblem as the one on your package box."
Mal was silent for a few seconds, trying to process Rossy's words. He was astonished and wondered, what did Rossy mean by someone wearing a black robe and all black clothes?
"You mean, like this?" Mal held up a flat box package, intending to display the box's emblem. "Someone's hat with a black eagle on it?"
Rossy nodded her head, then walked closer to Mal after wiping her palms.
With a thoughtful and surprised expression on her face, Rossy said, "It's true. I don't know who that person is, but he claims he knows you very well."
Mal frowned. Again, he paused to think about Rossy's words. Also guess who someone his mother was talking about earlier."I don't think I know anyone who would wear a black robe or all black like that," Mal explained in between thoughts."Did you accidentally get to know someone? I thought maybe the game you played made your popularity increase."Impossible. That's what Mal thought. Rossy's statement made no sense because Mal remembered very clearly who knew her. Even if his popularity increases, his true identity is not revealed because Mal chooses not to reveal it to the public.On the other hand, Mal also knows that a special courier from a game development company should be delivering the packages."Maybe he is the game developer who gave it directly," Mal replied, seeming not to care."Ssshh..." Rossy hissed in thought. "Shouldn't he be visiting to chat for a bit? Why does he look so unfriendly?"Mal can't answer Rossy's last question. Not wanting to get lost in the dizzying poss
"Wait. I don't understand. You said you were the guardian of the reality and death. So I'm dead now?" asked Mal. Instantly panicked.Lord Lorda laughed. The sound echoes, feels very close, but Mal still can't see his existence."Now you are indeed on the verge of a world of reality and death, but you are not dead, Mal," answered Lorda Lorda. "You die soon, in other words, you are one of the lucky humans who are caught in the middle of life and death."Stuck in the middle of life and death?Mal seemed to have heard the term in the middle of life and death. But all this time he did not fully understand the meaning of the sentence. Now, did he actually experience something called being in the midst of life and death?"You're not kidding, are you?" Mal asked in a tone of disapproval. Slowly, he forced his body to stand up.Lord Lorda let out a long breath. "This is why humans are called stubborn and selfish creatures. Why don't you believe in something you can see for yourself now?"Corre
Lord Lorda's words instantly made the hairs on Mal's neck prickle."You mean?" asked Mal.Mal looked pleadingly at the wall on the front, back, right, or left. Intending to stare at Lord Lorda who knows where."Don't say that the possibility of me being able to return to my world is small," continued Mal full of concern.Lord Lorda laughed heartily. As if not thinking about the worries Mal felt."Why are you so worried? Wasn't the last time before you blacked out, you were bored with your life?" Dewa Lorda seemed to deliberately offend Mal.Out of nowhere, Mal felt a bit regretful because of the boredom of life he felt. Mal couldn't refute Lord Lorda's question."Y-yes, that's right. I'm bored..." Mal stopped talking.After a few seconds Mal just didn't move, Dewa Lorda was then heard to exhale harshly."After all, why would you want to live if in the end you get bored with your life?" Dewa Lorda further provokes Mal."That's not what I meant," Mal said, her voice breaking. "I'm bored
[Starting Energy Recovery Program][11%...18%...27%...55%...66%...]Mal was completely dumbfounded and couldn't say anything right now. His breathing was fast because of panic. Even though he tried several times, Mal still waved his hand in front of his face. He intended to confirm what blue screen flash had suddenly appeared.[89%... 91%... 95%... 100%][Power Recovery Complete][You have successfully recovered your strength until your stamina has increased by one hundred percent]Like a miracle, Mal's body, which was initially limp and feeling crushed after being laid down, immediately became fit. Mal can immediately straighten up. All parts of his body that had felt crushed in a split second disappeared.Mal spread both arms bent inward while closing his eyes. Intend to make sure whether the soreness is really gone or not."No soreness at all," Mal muttered, his voice very low with awe. Mal froze for three seconds, then laughed briefly. "Woah, what the heck is going on? Have I gone
'Shit. What did I just do?'That's what Mal thought while still dumbfounded on the spot. Mal looked at his own hands, then one at a time to look at the long sharp branches lying on the ground.Mal's breath rushed because of panic. With a guilty expression, Mal turned his eyes to Oldeen beside her."Whoa!" In contrast to the panicked Mal, Oldeen smiled broadly. "Look! You can master a punch and stab technique like that! What's it called? Ah, maybe we can come up with a name."Mal grimaced even more hearing Oldeen say that. It wasn't his intention to kill any animal that attacked them. Somehow Mal felt an urge in his chest to stab the animal's heart using the wood in his hand."Aish. Are you crazy?" Mal cursed at Oldeen, making Oldeen's laugh disappear. "I've never killed anything before, not even ants—""Hey, why are you overreacting so much? I don't think it's a big deal. Besides, that animal just attacked us!" Oldeen said so passionately his eyes widened.Mall took a shaky breath. No
The horse's footsteps stopped in front of a dull but sturdy old building.Mal stared at the towering building of The Vandelmork. Not like what he imagined. This building does look abandoned, but it doesn't look damaged at all. In fact it tends to look like a historical building that was treated.Several points on the walls of the building did show damage. But anyone would feel more of a mixed atmosphere that makes the hairs on the back of the neck prickle.No words came out of Mal's mouth when he jumped down from the horse he was riding. Mal's gaze still fixed on the building.'Am I really not dreaming?' Mal thought. He took a deep breath. 'How could that be"Welcome to The Vandelmork building." One of the maroon-robed men who had escorted him made a sound.Mal flinched slightly and turned her face to the man behind her. The two men gave their small smiles."Are you surprised?" asked one of the men in maroon robes. "Oh, my name is Valkery, I am the representative of the Light Clan's e
Mal didn't know what situation he was in now.Upon hearing the explanation from the man who looked older than Valkery and Olcra, Mal started to feel uneasy. What is the inauguration ceremony? Why are all the adults here emitting a mysterious aura?"Tell me. Exactly what happened?" Mal ventured to say aloud.His resounding voice was able to attract everyone's attention. Mal's serious eyes looked at the adults in front of him one by one. As if urging them to immediately explain.The first to come forward was Valkery. He was about to speak, but the older man in white robes behind him held him back."Valkery, wait. You don't have to say anything." This rebuke was low and likely not sharp, but Valkery stopped short.Even Valkery immediately turned around quickly and bowed. Mal feels weird. Why is Valkery apologizing through his body gestures? Who was that white-robed man?"You..." The man in the white robe spoke, turning his eyes to Mal. Slowly, his steps began to move around the campfire
Mal's consciousness returned with such a strong jolt that he simply sat up. His breath hitched with his heart pounding fast. Mal's mind instantly went blank. The strong pressure in the head that had not faded made Mal's surroundings seem to spin.Finally Mal closed his eyes while giving small massages on his forehead. Mal lowered his head while trying to maintain calm. He felt like he had just had an unsettling nightmare.'What just happened to me?' thought Mal as he tried to replay his memories before his consciousness faded away.Mal repeatedly took a deep breath and then exhaled deeply. But the feeling is not calm. There is a piece of memory that pops up for a split second."You will die in another life if you die in this life of yours."Instantly, Mal opened her eyes and raised her head. Mal looked around. The walls of the room show the impression of an old building. The room he was in now had only a small light, which rested on several torches aligned atop each of the wooden beds