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Nyctophobia. Intense fear of the darkness or of the Night. It was unexplainable, unfortunately, Luke had no real reason or understanding of what caused this. He was called the unluckiest man alive, but at the same time, he had the ability to conquer most of what was thrown at him. Bored of what this reality had to offer him, Luke was ecstatic to see what Gensis2076 would show him. It was a VRMMORPG created by genius scientist Kenny Smith. It was a game like no other, it was more than realistic. Luke saw this as an opportunity to escape from his rather stagnant lifestyle. Unfortunately for him, no matter where he went, along with his best friend, the only other thing that would follow him was his horrible luck. He had the ability to face off against anything, but what could he do when he was partnered with the one thing he feared the most, the Night. Current Release rate: 3 chapters a week For any queries-mythical.rebirth105@gmail.com Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Also, I'm not a professional author and don't consider myself anywhere close to one as well, as I continue to write I can assure you my quality will improve (^_^) // // // Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)

Myth_7754 · Games
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294 Chs

162)Night's boring?

[You are being summoned to "xaldb29741#@"]

[Cannot resist!]

"....."

[Teleporting to "xaldb29741#@"]

"Ssshh he's here, shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"It's the same thing dumbass! Now hush!"

The rancid smell of poison, or was it rot? It was too strong to properly differentiate. It was pungent and a single waft was worse than standing next to a garbage dumpster. The room seemed like it was dully-lit, however, that wasn't particularly an issue for Night anymore. 

The sound of something dripping. It was like a broken pipe, although, the drops seemed denser and heavier, and every time it reached the surface it would make a hissing sound. Night's head felt full and hard to control. Every time he wobbled it felt like he would fall to one side. Was it due to what just happened? His eyes weren't particularly useful at the moment, he felt uneasy, so much so that opening his eyes seemed like an arduous task.