Chapter 1
In the lush expanse of trees and grass, a swift sound of metalic exchanged could be heard, roaring between each ear.
One could simply feel the sounds in thier skin, even the drops of rain couldn't help Silence the displacing sense of sound.
With each roaring sound of blades, shadows of hooded figures came in strides as they jumped in unison to reach out for thier daggers.
Holding them tightly with precision as they meticulously released it a meter along thier path. Aiming towards the soft skin of the person tumbling down.
"Request backup! An assassin's hot on my tail, and I'm unsure if I'll get out of this alive!" the Gamer shouted, his voice tinged while tightening the hold down his shirt, his breath hot and pacing trough each step.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a barrage of untethered hues descended upon him, slashing the ground in his path and leaving no room for respite.
The Gamer tumbled down with each passing assailant, narrowly avoiding their attacks by a hair's breadth. His hands and body were drenched in sweat, a testament to the sheer nerves keeping him alive.
Leaving him grievous wounds as his body weight fell down harsh rocks and bushes full of torns. Bleeding all over, his senses dimmed. Making it more of a burden to run.
His mind rose from high to low, avoiding the unison of swords and daggers that had seemingly no end. As the thin sheet of metal phases trough his flesh, revealing the open would with blood.
Left, right, dodge. The Gamer kept running for his dear life, he felt the wind between his hair as it braided trough each strand, with the cold air pressing on to his skin as he goes faster, till he felt nothing and have gone numb...
With a sharp ring from his phone, Dave's heart skipped a beat, the urgency palpable even before he glanced at the screen. His eyes darted to the message, the exclamation point glaring back at him like a beacon, hastily seeping his matcha tea clean of his cup.
Without hesitation, he began stripping off his clothes, the garments hitting the floor in a hurried heap. He stepped into the shower, the cold water cascading over him in a brisk torrent, shocking his senses awake.
The wash was swift yet thorough, the soap lathering and rinsing away the grime of the day. He barely took the time to dry himself, the towel passing over his skin in a few hurried strokes before he rushed to the game capsule.
The sleek, metallic pod loomed before him, its surface glinting under the dim light of his room. He climbed in, the lid hissing shut as it sealed him inside.
The interior of the capsule hummed to life, lights flickering and soft mechanical sounds enveloping him. As his body settled into the cushioned seat, a soothing warmth spread through him, pulling him into a deep, irresistible slumber.
In his mind, a vivid dreamscape unfolded, a realm both familiar and alien. The title screen materialized before his eyes, bold letters declaring:
GOD'S GAME
WELCOME, DEAR NECROMANCER...
The words seemed to echo in his mind, a summons that resonated deep within him. As the system finished its introductory sequence, Dave felt a powerful jolt. His consciousness was yanked from the dream state, and in an instant.
Once he had his foothold, he began to search for his friend with eccentric nicknames, cycling trough each one as he finds which one was on the game.
A while later, he finally found his friend's account "The Gamer. " As he confirmed that it was his friend, Dave immediately tore up a teleportation spell beneath him.
As he passed trough the teleportation spell, he immediately did his calculation.
'What the hell happened? I left to have some tea and this fucker immediately finds himself in trouble! ' Dave thought. 'God bless you if i ever let this happen again, you reckless fool... '
He found himself atop a craggy cliff, the landscape sprawling out below him in a patchwork of verdant forests and treacherous mountains. This was the most advantageous position, chosen specifically for the Necromancer's unique abilities. The air was thick with tension, the distant sounds of battle drifting up to his perch.
The Gamer's call for help had been clear, and Dave was ready to answer. His hands moved instinctively 'Deathly shrine! ' summoning dark energies that crackled with malevolent power. He could feel the pulse of the game world around him, every shadow and whisper of the wind a part of his domain.
/Deathly shirne: An abbilty that passively increase the depth of death around the user's surrounding.
This was where he thrived, the line between reality and the game blurring as he embraced his role. With a deep breath, he prepared to descend into the fray, ready to wield his dark powers and tip the scales in their favor...
His hand paced left and right as he continued to form circles within the dim domain.
'With this domain, I Summon 'ABOMINATION. ' Very soon after the circles appeared, pungent waves of smoke clustered, seeping out the life force all around them to feed an insatiable beast.
"Consume!"
Upon reaching an incomprehensible mass, and with Dave's command, all of it clumped together, forming an unknown being made of smoke. Intangible yet physical, the dark smog lingered as it sucked down the life force around it, feeding it self, and locking down the Gamers assailant.
As soon as it got astronomically big, He released it to rush down the Gamer's assailants, changing the very tide of the assault. Craters was left in its assault, as it paced faster and faster while destroying the forest.
The smog looked eerie silent, dawning down the clothed shadows while letting his body suffocate them, destroying them from within.
With no way to escape, The assassin's that was left in the abomination's range were met with an unfortunate fate. Whilst the other group who were faster was able to escape in nick time.
"What the fuck was that! "
"You tell me, I don't even know how i survived! "
"Fuckers its the Necromancer! Gamer's back up is here! "
With thier tail behind them, The left out assassin's ran as far as they could to get The Gamer. Gasping for air, thier lungs were slowly gving up on them, with an unbearable pain dwell within thier chest. The smog was getting near...
Meanwhile, Dave was left defenseless, his heart beating fast as the ground vibrated with it, his hands pulsing with sweat as he looked up while in his knees. He was at his wits end.
Deathly shirne and abomination took a huge toll on him, though they do complement each other with life force, he mana needed to sustain them was still on his hands.
'Do i really have to do this again? ' Dave though for a moment. His eyes glared with expectations as the assassin's showed thier contempt with him. 'This prideful fuckers! This is why i always raid your guilds whenever i have the chance! '
"How cute... " One of the assassin's spoke as he lifted Daves chin, holding it so that he is able to sustain eye contact. "Where is the powerful necromancer now? HAHAHAHAHAHA "
The assassin laughed along with group, with a mocking tone, they removed thier glove's as they trow it to Dave's face.
"Not so powerful now, my dear necromancer?... " Added the assassins leader, "If it weren't for this lush expanse, we would have lost. But since we are here, Your Necromancy is useless... "
"Like how i did your wife! HHAHAHAHA " Dave laughed hysterically. His eyes puking blood as his gut was torn out of his body with a fist.
With one fell swoop, his heart was soon taken out also, "Motherfucker, take it back!!! " The assassin leader shouted, his eyes red with anger, with his glaw clenched almost shattering his teeth.
"I bet she liked it... Even when i Summoned a skeleton general horse, she rode it like a bull... " Dave mocked, but soon he was knocked out senseless.
His eyes sprawled around the ground, with a trail of blood the whole canopy became bathed in blood. With the assassin's leader fist spraying it all around, without stop his whole face became drenched in blood as flesh and meat fell down his fist.
Dave died...