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“I’m glad I save you before you could die from your suicide attempt. There’s no need to worry; I’ve given you a second chance in life.” The last thing that a boy named Claudia remembered was jumping off a bridge to end his own life, but now he’s woken up in the world of Serial Slain, his favorite MMORPG. For years, he had been playing the video game, eventually reaching the top five of the North American leaderboards. He had no real-life friends and seldom spoke to his family, so Serial Slain was his only solace in life. But one day, he loses his only in-game friend, he gets betrayed during a dungeon raid, and he loses all his progress, including every level and item. With no other purpose in life, Claudia committed suicide. His attempt was a failure, and it rendered him paralyzed and cognitively deficient. Luckily, a woman named Virgil gave him the chance of a lifetime by hooking up his brain to a fully immersive VRMMORPG, Serial Slain 2.0—a new update to the original game. Now, as a Tester of the new VRMMORPG, Claudia must defeat the final boss or risk returning to the reality that he hated. Just when he thought he was living his ideal reality, he soon realizes that even the video game world has its fair share of sorrow and suffering. . . World Map: https://twitter.com/lizorleiorarnol/status/1411774908149944321?s=21 . . Warning: This novel deals with sensitive topics, such as suicide, and uses strong language. . . Discord @Epyonnn2759 Twitter @LizOrLeiOrArnol for random stuff. If I get enough support, I'll also make some light novel art for my story. DM me if you catch any typos

Epyonnn · Games
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Chapter 98: My Thoughts Remain Nebulous

I never saw Rishott as the type who would engage in fine dining. From my short impression of her, I thought she was some ravenous vampire who ate people on a whim.

"In most cases, I am the one who invites others to dine with me," Rishott said, slicing the meat off an extra rare steak.

"Is that so?"

"'Tis true. It came as a surprise when thou approached me first."

I swallowed a bite of my own steak, saying, "I'm sure you can guess that I didn't come here for idle small-talk."

"Indeed. Though, I must say that 'tis an honor to witness thy face for the first time."

Since Zarathustra knew my identity, I didn't have to wear my helmet constantly anymore. Luckily, the restaurant was empty, so I didn't have to worry about fans fawning over getting to see my face.

"Let's cut to the chase," I said. "I need your help to defeat Zarathustra."

"I shall assist as necessary."

"Really? You agreed quite quickly."