The Kingmaker: Legend of the Undefeated Commander
"Saras Gayen! Are you reading those dusty old books again?" Nina Gayen's shout preceded her entrance as she banged open the door to her son's room. As she expected, she found Saras sitting on his bean bag, holding a paperback copy of World History: The Ancient Civilizations. She snatched the book from his hands and tossed it into the pile of other books covering a range of topics from politics to economics related to Earth. "Look at Ellie's daughter, Stivi. She has already reached Level 3 in the Dreamverse VR within two hours of its launch. Why are you still lounging at home?" "I am not lounging! I am studying History…" Saras protested, looking at the book pile before turning his gaze towards his mother. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him as if he had committed a grave sin by not entering the game as soon as it was launched. "You are turning 25 this year. If you don't play the Dreamverse VR now and join a good guild, how will you find a wife?" Thus started his journey as he once again navigated the VR scene through the mysterious game Dreamverse VR that was said to hold the keys to Human Evolution.
Weight of Responsibility
After Zorkan and Kross left, Samar and Stivi did not linger around for a minute more. He ignored the Blue Moon's Lackey and his team, who were fuming with impotent rage and left the Hall with Stivi.
At the exit of the hall, Samar noticed a commotion. Many players were surrounding the exit, watching the few players standing besides the Elven Guards with red eyes.
"Damn, so lucky! I feel like crying!" One of the Natureguards standing ahead of Samar and Stivi exclaimed, letting out a sigh of envy.
"What is so lucky about them? Enough to make you cry?" Stivi asked, hearing his sigh.
"Which bastard said that….?" The Natureguard turned around, ready to blast whoever it was with a verbal cannon.
When he saw the one questioning him was a beauty, the annoyance on his face was quickly replaced by his best smile. He was one of the handsome ones, the type who could usually score the girls.