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Pride Online

Although Wisana was the son of a developer of “Pride Online”, the most popular game of this time, he had never shown any interest in the gaming world. However, when his crush mentioned she was playing the game, he immediately joined in! He began his journey as a clueless new player, so inexperienced that even a two-year-old could defeat him! His misfortune was endless from the start… First, he landed in front of a Boss-level monster! Then, he accidentally kicked the boss and had to run for his life… And when he tried to sell his items for some money, he almost got tricked by a cunning seller! Yet, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Just as he was about to fall for the seller's trick, a girl named Maysa suddenly appeared and saved him. She taught him everything about this virtual world and even invited him to join her party. Who would have known… that their lives would change forever… The system would like to announce an event from the GM, hunting the Boss “Lord Inferno” at the abandoned dungeon with a Mini Event “Get the shot if you dare!” “This is definitely our event,” Maysa said, looking up at Wisana with sparkling eyes. Wisana turned to look at the pretty face that was made up with a smile as always. But he somehow felt anxious. “I changed my mind. We’re not going to Tristan tomorrow. We’re going to the abandoned dungeon!” “Huh!!” And so, the legendary adventure of the duo began!

MaSaLaN · Games
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Kravenza, The Demon Forest Part II

“Please stop!!”

He was lost in his thoughts for a while before a man ran up and got in their way at such a scary close range. Wisana and Waree almost ran him over, but they could pull back the reins to stop the birds just in time. Snow seemed to be obedient, unlike Gold that was about to dig its big foot in that man, and Wisana had to stroke its feathers slightly to calm it down.

“Easy now, Yellow. He's not an enemy. Stop being chickened out.”

SHRIKE!!

Gold screeched in a treble tone as if it was saying, “Yellow is not my name. Also, who are you calling chicken?!”

“Ugh! That was close.” That man sighed out in relief. He was quite tall, dressed in an orange construction worker uniform. He had a large storm lantern in his hand, and his helmet was hanging around his neck. When Wisana got a better look, he noticed that there were dozens of people dressed like the man working ahead. All of them were surrounding some construction tools behind them.

“What’s wrong?” Waree asked.