Chapter 1: [ Welcome!
Shadow-like hues with blades flashing before each stroke. "Back me up! There are assassins on my trail, and I'm not sure if there are more on the way." Running from the group of shadows was the Gamer, known for his cowardice. In the rough terrain, the Gamer was in a pinch. Having no experience in such fights, running was the best way to avoid fatalities.
Rising up from far away, a deep voice resounded, "There's no need to worry, brother..." As it ended, circles of magic formed. Very soon after the incantation, waves of black fog seeped out of the ground at a fast rate, and with one word, "CONSUME," all of the black fog concentrated in one form—a rotten existence made of decay. It opened its rancid mouth as it descended, crashing down.
Creating a whole change in the setting, as if it was expected that someone might interfere, a whole fleet now rushed to two locations. Heading forth from the caster and the Gamer, the ground had changed as the rotten summon had yet to implode.
The fight continued till the second day, with no clear winners. The Gamer and Caster were left unscathed, while the enemy assassins abandoned the fight with few survivors.
"Hey brother, have you cleared any recent dungeons nearby? Our reservation was sabotaged before we knew it," the Gamer asked as his figure flashed before the translucent system interface. It was sudden from Dave's perspective, who was the caster in the previous ambush. Dave, known to many by the nickname "Anonymous Necromancer," was quick-witted and careless at heart.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry. The guild guards were a little dazed when I arrived, so no one stopped me. I was running out of necrotic miasma." On the other hand, Dave was coupling a significant amount of dead souls, seemingly weeping in pain and grieving for an afterlife. All of the horrendous scenes were displayed on the system interface, as the Gamer chatted with someone.
"Oh, ok. I thought someone else took it. Anyway, do you have any advice for me?" The Gamer asked bluntly. He was a bit shy, but since Dave was his only friend in the game, he asked. Oblivious to the fact that he was talking to someone who literally had a skull in his hand.
"The gemstones should be there by tomorrow. Am I really the person to talk about such things, brother? Just work it out with her, and that's all," Dave said kindly as he tidied up everything since the dungeon raid the other day. He was a patron of the Gamer's guild for kindness's sake.
"Anyway, bye," the two said their goodbyes as their virtual bodies dematerialized and the capsule finally opened.
Leaving the capsule, a young and toned teenager woke up from the long fantasy. Opening his eyes, more tired than his brisk body, he headed down to the restroom to take a bath.
"Now that I'm fresh, what should I do? Grind back some heart steel? Sleep for my well-being? Mehhh, I'm going to sleep." After a long four days in the capsule, Dave needed nothing more than a good night's sleep. His room, nice and tight, was enough for two or three people, but Dave's allowance didn't permit anything more than that. But it was sufficient.
Dave fell fast asleep. But as a sudden tone rang between his ears from his cellular phone, ~ SLOWLY FALLING, TO DEATH ABYSS, FINAL SOMBER I MISSED YOU.~ he picked it up to see who it was.
"Brother, are you up for a little game?" It was the Gamer, and it seemed he had already found another new dungeon to raid.
"Sure, sure. But which account are you gonna use now? I know that your Blade Works account is on for a high bounty." Dave had nothing to do, so a little game was much more than enough to release some residue.
"The Michigan Clown. That bastard hasn't been used for a long time, so I bet they have already forgotten about it." The Michigan Clown, also known as the Mischievous Clown for his tricks, was also in pursuit of a 99-pound credit bounty.
"Sure bet. I know someone who misses you dearly..." That someone was more of a place than a person, the forbidden road where his virtual lover existed. Quite degenerate, but as his friend, Dave just ate the heart of some ogre while the wedding was ongoing.
Entering the capsule again after he ate, Dave was in awe as he saw the freak of life, injured and in an almost death state. It looked at him and pleaded, "Oh, you're already here! Can you buff me?" Cloaked in black with his summons prying on the injured clown, Dave simply said no.
"No, but as a kind person here, [Undead Minion]." Sarcastically letting out a skill might seem like bull to some people, but Dave had his traits. Soon after, waves of hue came out of the ground, cracks overflowed as a titanic spirit rose with cold shivers. Rising from the ground was one sole skeleton, brisk from no flesh and blood.
"Brother! Move!" Dave was oblivious to the foreign threat as the clown gestured in haste. "Huh, what do you mean?" Asking for clarification, but soon after the warning came, a literal 12-meter sword swung down at Dave's position with blunt force.
"See..." It missed by a long shot, but the fog dust had shown as if it had shaken him by 'twine.' "So that's what you meant by move? Anyway, experience hell, [Undead Redemption]." A bit surprised and pissed, Dave looked into the core eyes of the Dullahan before its death as his necromantic hue devoured its consciousness. Leaving nothing behind as the sole concept of its existence vaporized into thin air.
"No worries, brother." It was just a casual Tuesday for him. Brushing off the known danger, the clown just stabbed Dave in the back while he looked away. "Don't joke with me, Dave. I know this is not gonna even dent you, but fuck the defense." The clown was embarrassed as the dagger-like blade bent over like oil. Dave looked back and sighed...
The two traversed the forbidden road as the old and ruined tiles started to decay. The path further on led to the deepest part of the dungeon, holding fields and wraiths of monsters that many travelers had returned from. Currently holding down the forbidden road's demi-mode boss, they anticipated the loot from it.
"Brother? Did you get the notification?" Curious and worried, the clown stabbed the giant a thousand times in a second, and still nothing came out of it. Holding his dagger, the clown pointed at Dave to test if something was wrong.
"Weirdly, no. I didn't use any of my sealed patron magic, so why? Maybe this would help?" Answered Dave as his figure discombobulated into thin smoke, and a second later, the temperature compressed to coldness with shivers and wails. An existence made of necromancy and flayed belief came to life. It was Dave's second account, known as "That Flayed Fiend," which was essentially the epitome of his magic arts in one title.
Soon after the transition of existence, like something from fiction, the soul of the giant roared as its eyes went bloodshot with fury and hatred, like some baffled Greek and Nordic god. History was a fuel to time and space between the real and virtual worlds. The forbidden road was not to be taken lightly without clarification to fend off those above. As well as the unknown mode of this sanctuary, forbidden as it was, the soul of the broken god lay hidden in the titan as it awakened from slumber. The patron of belief, the one and only hatred god ascendant, stood before itself.
The soul frayed the whole titan's body to a crisp as it was reborn. The tattoo came with a ray of demographic aura. Now with one hand beside Dave's persona, the giant kneeled as it shook its petty figure of the roof. At the peak of its existence, one broken soul of the god before it, Dave was scared shitless as his joints cracked open from the patron. Devoured by the scene, Dave held his hand out and spoke, "Undead Purgatory: Teratenolli Capstpurse Cofinet Fibluwertment Hego Livent Helldiness Lufiness Hodenogo Sa Me Ne." A contract from the very embodiment of Helsingr's existence, Dave's fictional existence was erased.
Dave's flayed existence changed as the soul of the broken god traded his body and soul out of life and extracted it to its very core. The sole purpose and existence of the game were made by the new religion of a broken god. As it sought a new heritage for its so-called god, Dave was caught in its conspiracy and died in the terror of the game's purpose. The uncanny electric current killed him while in the pod or capsule. Dying in the capsule, as his vision blurred, the world stopped at that very moment. Eyes fawned over the sky as a being made of pure blood and flesh and all other unholy substances came into existence with one word: [So It Begins.]