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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 · Game
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A Counter Plan Part I

“Aghh! What are these things?!”

“Hey! Don’t be afraid! They’re only dolls!”

“I… I can’t… They’re undead!”

“Cut their heads off and It’ll be over.”

“No can do. We tried both the head and the legs, and they can still move.”

“Burn it all! AHHHHHHH!”

“W… Woahhh! Go away, freaks!”

The continuous screams sounded on the battlefield. The disarray hit them hard like ocean waves. Not only was the puppet army strong, but they were also very difficult to kill. If they were not cut to pieces, they would still be fighting. They did not even care who was who.

A lot of people had died because of them. So many of the players had been reduced in a short time.

“Scream more. Moan more. Make more of that scared face~!”

Miguel, the puppet controller, said with a cheery, yet terrifying, voice. Her facial expression showed that she was having fun. The more the puppets killed the players and the more she saw how much the players were horrified of them, the more satisfied and spasm she felt!