Round Table
Ethan's lips curled into a smile as he looked around the crowded street. Many of them were the Players, and their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
He could even pick up on some murmurs.
"What the fuck!"
"I couldn't believe they'd come up with something like this. It's exactly like being in the real world. Please pinch me"
Many people were taken aback by what had happened. This was an entirely new world for them. Nobody thought something like this was even possible. Although there were many VR games on the market. This game was completely out of this world.
But how could they understand that this game is far from what they have imagined?
Ethan studied their expressions for a moment before shifting his gaze to the crowds gathered near the shops and stalls.
A sigh escaped his lips, but suddenly, his brows furrowed.
He was so caught up in nostalgia and happiness that he didn't notice the state of his body.
Weak... He was too weak.
In the past, he was powerful enough to fight against the powerful beings in this world.
But the current him was not him of the past.
He is currently at the base of the Pyramid, and it will take some time for him to crawl back to the top.
While many thoughts raced through his mind, he was startled awake by the same ethereal voice of the female.
[Welcome to the World of Ebeisia. Currently, you are in Village#2212.]
[Complete the missions to level up. Beginner Mode will end once you reach level 10]
[More information about the game is available on the Arcanum Solutions website's game forum.]
[You can access the Game Forum from your status window]
Ethan immediately called out status in his mind, and a translucent blue screen appeared in front of him.
[Name: Slade
Level: 1 (0/100)
Race: Human
HP: 100/100
MP: Locked
Strength: 5
Agility: 3
Vitality: 4
Consciousness: 2
Weapon: Stone Sword (Level F)
Skills: None
Coins: 1000 Gold Coins]
His gaze shifted to the bottom right corner of the screen, where he noticed a tab labeled "Game Forum." But the status window vanished as he sought more important information from the locals.
His gaze darted around as he observed many players interacting with the villagers, but his attention was drawn to one beggar sitting on the corner of a street. His clothes were tattered, and his disheveled, dusty hair hid his face.
Ethan's pupil constricted for a moment before he approached the beggar.
.......
Somewhere In Ebeisia.
Seven people were seated around a round table.
A burly man in gleaming golden armor, with a thick brown beard covering his face and long hair drooping down to his shoulders. On his back was a thick, large broadsword.
His eyes narrowed as he looked around to see the remaining six people at the table, and he swigged a large chug of ale directly from the bronze-colored bottle and slammed it on the table.
"AAAHH" A satisfied, small smile appeared on his face as he closed his eyes and slammed the bronze bottle on the table again, making the other six people present there frown at him.
"Why are you making a ruckus here?" One woman wondered aloud. She was dressed in an embroidered white gown. Her silver hair fell to her waist, and a crystal-studded tiara sat on her head. Her pointed ears twitched as she frowned at the burly man.
The burly man opened one of his eyes to look at the woman, then closed it again.
Black lines appeared on the face of the beautiful woman.
"Ranulf Destigan,"
She abruptly stood up and grabbed her wooden staff, which was encrusted with a green gem.
Suddenly, green, thorny vines sprouted from the ground and crawled toward Ranulf.
Ranulf scoffed as he drew his broadsword from his back, which had suddenly become engulfed in flames.
"ENOUGH"
Both the woman and Ranulf came to a halt. The vines that had sprouted from the ground retracted, as did the flames on the Ranulf Broadsword, and they both turned to face the source of the voice.
However, one could see a look of respect on their faces. Meanwhile, the others seated around the table stood up and looked in the direction of the voice.
An old man in a white robe appeared from the darkness. His face was wrinkled, but one could sense a majestic aura surrounding him.
TAP TAP.
He walked slowly with the help of his walking stick, his blue eyes scanning everyone in the room. He sighed as he shook his head and slowly tucked the white hair that was falling in front of his eyes.
"For the Almighty's sake, could you please get rid of your childish behaviors? Hell, you seven are the Holy sons and daughters of the Seven Temples. How could you behave like this?" the old man's loud voice echoed in the room.
The seven people who stood around the table looked down. Especially the woman and Ranulf. They carefully kept their staff and the broadsword on the table.
Despite the fact that they were the Holy Sons and Daughters of the Temple. They were insignificant in comparison to this old man.
The old man sighed and tapped the ground with his walking stick, and a chair appeared out of thin air, and he sat down.
Seeing the old man didn't say anything and sat down. The seven people exchanged glances, sat in their chairs, and gazed at the old man.
The old man's face turned serious and his loud reverberated throughout the room.
"The Otherworlders have arrived. I have no idea what the Goddess discovered in the future. But among them would be someone who holds the key to defeating the Overlord. You must plan and do everything possible and carefully select and nurture potential warriors."
The old man's lips pursed, and he tapped the walking stick on the ground.
"The Dark Spawns have again destroyed one village at that place."