Eve is a successful romance book author and forever singleton who doesn't believe that romance could exist in real life. But with her last novel flopping in the market, she felt like she put herself in a rut that she can't get herself out of. On the day that her publisher threatens to drop her as an author, she finds an ad online about a guy selling an entire romantic wedding package at half the price. The catch, buyers should be genuinely in love with each other. 
In Eve's head, it sounds like a good idea to trick the seller, a practical business journalist, into thinking that she has a boyfriend whom she loves very much. Her heart says otherwise.

"I have to get away from here!" Maya, Estella's personal maid immediately came with a big luggage carrying Estella's stuff. 

"We can use the secret escape route if you want, Your Highness." Estella nodded as she changed into a civilian outfit prepared by Maya to disguise herself.

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"Find her and bring her back alive! Let she knows who is in charge." The finality in Adrian's tone brings a darkness that he will forever regret.

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"I never seen you here before. I'm Luca." He approached Estella with a warm smile, something that she never experienced from her own husband.

"I'm Estella." She blushed and immediately looking away from him, wary that she may have reveal herself to this strange man.

"Your Ma- ah Estella, I see you have know Luca." Maya interrupted the awkward exchange between the pair. She smiles knowingly to them as she walked away unnoticed

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"Tell me Adrian. Have you ever, even once treats me like your own wife?!" The formality between the rulers of the kingdom is gone and the only thing left is a pained wife and a regretful husband.

"Forgive me."

"I would never." 

How Adrian wishes he could turn back time...

Ameera Saveri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang memiliki pekerjaan sampingan sebagai "Pacar Sewaan" dengan tarif yang cukup tinggi. Namun dia tidak menyukai sentuhan, sehingga dia melarang kliennya menyentuh.

Lalu dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang ternyata berprofesi sama seperti dia, hanya saja dia bukan manusia melainkan "Setan" yang diasingkan.

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Luv

Ameera Saveri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang memiliki pekerjaan sampingan sebagai "Pacar Sewaan" dengan tarif yang cukup tinggi. Namun dia tidak menyukai sentuhan, sehingga dia melarang kliennya menyentuh.

Lalu dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang ternyata berprofesi sama seperti dia, hanya saja dia bukan manusia melainkan "Iblis" yang sedang menjalankan hukuman di dunia manusia.

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Luv

She cares for him but hates the way she does.  He is always on her mind since that day. But in contrast, he hated her for that. She wants to make it up to him but he avoids her like dirt. Sometimes he is good, sometimes he is the worsest. She hated how unpredictable he is and how he messes with her life. But she loves him, and she doesn't want to admit it.

That was in the last year of middle school.

Ria wakes up early on her first day of school in junior year. Bringing a nightmare with her she goes to her school and found out Keith and her will be classmates. New sets of problem arises then. But is this going to be a hell of a year for Ria? Or is this going to be a chance to get close with Keith and clear some issues?

On the busy streets, neatly dressed Orcs, Gnomes, Werewolves, other creatures, and Winterfell citizens were waiting at the public Beetlemon stop for the late public Beetlemon. 
Behind the Beetlemon stop was a Magic Stone bank, NeverReturnMoney.
At the bank entrance, a fully armored Orc guard was chatting happily with a female Orc bank employee. The female Orc looked disinterested.
"….the Sludge Monster said to me, 'It's not intentional that I ate your table.' Hahaha. He ate my table. Hahaha, ha…" The Orc guard laughed, but the female Orc was emotionless. The Orc guard stopped laughing and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," the female Orc replied quickly.
"Good… wait for a moment, those three…"
The Orc guard frowned as his hand reached for the sword at his waist. The female Orc took a glance and ran off immediately.
Three Hamsters with a mix of black and white fur wore shades as their claws grasped a large black bag. They stood at the side of the public Beetlemon stop, facing the bank. Their location had the most creatures passing through.
A fat Hamster gestured to his two companions to get ready.
Behind him was a rounded Hamster who raised up his claws abruptly.
"Big Boss, can we eat after this heist?"
"Fat Otaku, you have other options besides eating. You should stand out and do something that you'll not do for an entire life."
The Big Boss Hamster turned his head and placed his claw on Fat Otaku's shoulder.
The Hamster on the right surveyed the surroundings and said, "Big Boss, there are more creatures now. Shall we…"
"Okay."
Big Boss nodded and placed the black bag on the ground. He squatted down and used his meaty paw to take out an item from the bag—a black magical loudspeaker.
The two Hamsters behind him took out a guitar and piano from the bags.
Big Boss bent down and placed a big bowl in front.
"Deng, deng, deng~deng, deng, deng~"
Fat Otaku plucked the strings of the guitar, which produced notes belonging to the musical style of Western Cowboys.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong."
Second Boss played the piano, which emitted deep moody music.
The two instruments repeated and complemented each other.
Big Boss inhaled, and his chest was puffed up. Then, he sang in a helium-voice, "Don't ask me where I came from~My homeland is…"
"Sh*t! It sounds terrible!"
"D*mn! I'm going to vomit my dinner from last night!"
"Shall I give you money not to sing? Stop singing!"
Before long, the bowl in front of Big Boss was filled with rocks, soil, and worm skins.
Fat Otaku threw his guitar to the side and started eating the edible food on the ground.
A compassionate Succubus with canvas shoes and a slanted backpack walked over and placed a Magic Stone into the bowl. 
"Though life's difficult, you have to buck up!"
The three Hamsters gathered together. They opened their eyes widely as tears welled up.
"That's the group! Catch them!"
"Don't run!"
While the three Hamsters were moved by the Succubus' gesture, a team of Winterfell Garrison Guards charged over.
"Run!"
The three Hamsters grabbed the Succubus, who gave a shrill scream. Then they fled together.
"Eh? Wait! Why am I running? I'm going to work!" the Succubus shouted in panic. She wanted to be rid of the Hamsters, but they had an unknown strength that she couldn't throw off. She was being pulled along.
The three Hamsters and the Succubus ran into a blind alley as the Winterfell Garrison Guards charged over.
…
"Wait! We're innocent! We just sang a song on the streets! Is that wrong?"
"Shut up! You're a wanted arsonist! You have another jailbreak crime!"
"Big Boss! When did you become an arsonist? And a jailbreak too?"
"I've finished playing the guitar. Can we eat?"
"Shut up! Both of you! Both of you are guilty of arson and jailbreak too!"
"Wait, I'm just a Succubus passerby. I'm not related to them. I have to work!"
"Shut up! Do you think we'll believe you without bail?"
"Board the Beetlemon! Bring them back!"
…
At the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station…
A lamp was pulled over, and the blinding magic light made Succubus Evelynn squint her eyes. 
A Gnome Garrison guard sat opposite Evelynn. He slapped down a form on the table and said, "Female Bathroom Attendant of Winterfell Special Talent Center, Door Guard of Beyond Expensive Estate Sale Department, and Merchant Alliance Office Intern. The people whom you claimed know you didn't vouch for your innocence! What do you say?" 
"I… I don't know the three Hamsters…"
Evelynn's eyes were filled with tears as she looked on with grievances.
"Evelynn! How dare you say you don't know them!" The Gnome slammed on the table and said, "You've called them three Hamsters!"
"But I was really rushing to work. I saw them busker on the streets and felt that they were cute and pitiful, so I gave them a Magic Stone to encourage them. I really didn't know they were wanted criminals."
As Evelynn was about to continue to speak, she was interrupted by another slam on the table. The Gnome shouted, "Do you think that the Winterfell Garrison Guard will believe your nonsense?" 
The Gnome continued yelling, "Is there anyone who can prove your innocence? Or bail you out? If there isn't, I'll pronounce you guilty! We've prepared the verdict."
"Wait, I haven't gone through a trial."
Evelynn was trying to defend herself when the Gnome slammed on the table and shouted, "What a joke! Contempt of the Garrison Guard, you'll get a heavier sentence!" 
"Wait, wait a moment! Let me think!" Evelynn was about to cry as she pondered. Then she quickly said, "Lord Sherlock! Yes, Lord Sherlock still owes me five Magic Stones. He can prove my innocence. No, he can bail me out!"
…
Sherlock sat in front of the computer as he controlled the Undead on the screen to execute an ultimate roll to evade the fatal blow of a Devil BOSS.
Because he was focusing on the computer, he didn't notice a letter on the table.
Until he made a wrong maneuver and was crushed to death by the BOSS. 
"Shucks—"
Sherlock lifted his head, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and inhaled through the openings between his teeth.
"Lord Sherlock, take a rest before continuing your research. You have a letter that just arrived," Bru said.
Sherlock pushed the computer aside and looked at the letter that contained the words "Mr. Sherlock—Winterfell Garrison Guards".
"Since when did I have dealings with the Winterfell Garrison Guards?" Sherlock frowned. He was sure he didn't know them.
"I don't know. Did you empty the Ancient Ruins? I mean, were the gamers discovered when they emptied the Ancient Ruins?" Bru asked speculatively.
Sherlock shook his head and remained silent. He picked up the letter and started reading.
"Mr. Sherlock, Miss Evelynn indicated you as her bail guarantor. After receiving this letter, please proceed to the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station to apply for her bail. Remember to bring enough money for the bail—Winterfell Garrison Guard Station."


Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.
He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves.
They call themselves—Gamers!

 Kipo and Sarah were heading to the snake village and finish their mission to help the hamsters village.
Kipo : so I have asked you this question before.....but I want to see if the answer have changed....what's the plan ?
Sarah : I didn't change the plan yet.....first...we need to do some scouting....but this time I will do it alone....
Kipo : yeah yeah....I know.
After a while of walking they found the snake village, every snake was asleep, because it was daytime, but that does not mean that they can't wake up.
Sarah has already climbed the same tree Kipo fell off of. 
Kipo : I don't like this tree.
Sarah : I don't think the tree was the problem fatty...
Kipo : I'm not fat.....right ?
Kipo then checked her belly but it was flat.
Kipo in her mind : meh....I'm not fat.
Sarah started looking for any snake that might be awake, but she saw no one, she climbed down the tree and started to look with Kipo in the houses of the village through the windows, they saw many snakes, different sizes and heights, when Sarah saw them she realized that they can't win a fight against these creatures.
Sarah whispered : we have to leave....before we wake one of them up.....if one is up...all are up....let's go.
After they left the village and got far away from it, Kipo was confused of what's the matter.
Kipo : so what's next.....how will we take them out ?
Sarah : we won't.
Kipo : what ?....why ?
Sarah : you don't know much about biology.....do you ?
Kipo : I'm an astronomy scientist....of course I don't know anything about biology.
Sarah : snakes contain venom....this venom can do many different things to it's victim....some hurt...some immobilize....some make you bleed.....and some kills....one drop of a giant snake's venom is enough to kill you at least in like 2 minutes.....there is no way any of us will survive a fight with them.
Kipo : but how do we help the hamsters ?.....we have to.
Sarah : we need to find another way that doesn't involve violence.....unfortunately.
Kipo : we could get Zet.....if violence is still an option.
Sarah : if we do this fight even with Zet.....he might be the only survivor in it.....and that's a maybe.
Kipo : do we head to back to the hamster village now ?
Sarah : I think I have a plan....but we need Zet for it to work.....let's go to his tree house.
After a long walk, the night is almost sitting and it started raining, they have finally reached Zet's house, when they arrived Sarah climbed up to the door and broke it open, she knows that he's not in it.
Kipo : that was very unnecessary of you.
Sarah : sure....we can wait outside if you want.
Kipo : fine....
Sarah : we'll wait for him....he should be back soon.
The girls waited in the tree house for almost 10 minutes, then they heard Zet coming back.
When Zet came in he was surprised to see his door open, he summoned lightning in his hands before going to see who broke his door, he then climbed up and aimed immediately at the first thing he spotted.
Kipo : don't shoot !!
Sarah : oh hey Zet.....thought you'd never come back.
when Zet saw who broke in his house he turned off his lightning hands.
Zet : oh....it's you two....you couldn't more rude than this you know....oh...and hey Kipo.
Sarah : glad to see you too.....you know I broke into my house too.
Kipo : hi Zet.
Zet : what do you want ?
Sarah : long story....we need your help...and no...we're not going to kill or hurt anyone....this time.
Zet : fill me in.
Sarah : so recently we visited a village.....it was the hamsters village....they're dying slowly almost every night.....they're getting hunted by the snakes....they will eventually all die unless they get help.
Zet : and YOU want to help them?....I'm truly shocked...
Sarah : not me precisely....but yes...I do.
Zet : so what's the plan ?
Kipo : well....we tried to fight the snakes at first.....but luckily we realized we can't kill one of them without dying first.
Zet : you just found out?.....the snake that was chasing me was a blind snake.....but also a dumb one....it couldn't speak like the rest....but because it can't see it could hear and smell better than the rest of it's kind.....that one was average height and size to them....no one can miss with these guys and survive....I was lucky to find water on my way.
Kipo : wow....the mutation event did a real number on them.
Sarah : we need to go back to the hamsters village and see how they're holding up.
Zet : let's go then.
A while has passed when they were walking, and suddenly Zet asked Kipo in private.
Zet : hey does she know about what I told you ?
Kipo : no....I did not tell her anything.....yet.
By the time Zet and Kipo finished their private conversation, they have already arrived to their destination, the hamsters village.
Sarah : we're here.
Kipo was glad to see the population of this village didn't decrease as much as she thought.
Kipo : hi everyone !
The hamsters looked at her for a short while without saying any word.
Kipo : right...depression.
Zet : anybody cares to explain what's up with them ?
Kipo : they're usually depressed because of the snake attacks.
Sarah : and we're about to change this.
Sarah then headed to a high place, high enough to be able to gather all the hamsters in one place.
Sarah : alright everyone.....who's of you sick of the snakes attacks almost every night ? 
Many hamsters lift their hands up, while many others just left, they did not want to change anything and accept their fate by ending up eaten by a snake.
Sarah : we can change all of this.
The village chief : we won't fight them.
Sarah : why the hell does everyone find violence the first solution to everything....
Zet : what do you mean ?.....you did that too !
Sarah : shut up.....anyway....we have a plan to make you all safe from the snakes once and for all.
Some of the hamsters that left came back, they wanted to hear this plan before judging.
Sarah : but we need your help with this....if this plan works...none of you will ever be eaten by a snake again.
The villager chief : we're listening.
Sarah : we can change this whole village's location to somewhere else where they won't find you....and we will make decoys in these houses....so they won't suspect anything.....when they find out that you all left it will be too late for them...you would already be gone.
The village chief : but what about when they come at night ?
Sarah : this is why we have this guy.....everyone....meet Zet....he can control lightning and stuff...
Zet : hi everyone.....
Sarah then whispered to Zet.
Sarah : show them....
Zet : oh yeah.....this will hurt.
He then showed off his powers to the hamsters, they were impressed, more of those who left started to come back, this plan was destined to succeed.
Kipo : NOW they're interested.
Sarah : he will be able to keep them away at night.....we will work hard for it....but it will be worth it....unless you all want to be randomly picked as snakes dinner.
The village chief : do you have more details? 
Sarah : yes....but for now...that's all you need to know to judge.....so...do you agree to save yourselves ?
The hamsters finally let out a small smile on their faces, the village chief nodded in agreement, Sarah nodded back, she was excited for her plan to work.
Sarah : alright then.....let's get to work !
Zet : wait...who came up with this idea ?
Kipo : I didn't even know about it.....all Sarah.
Zet : not bad.....not bad...so what we should do first ?
Sarah : ok....Kipo....go get wood from the forest....get a group with you...gather as much sticks as you can find.
Kipo : got it !
Sarah : and Zet....I need you to keep an eye on the snakes at all time....keep them away from here as much you can....if you're part fails....the whole plan fails.
Zet : no pressure huh ? 
Sarah : relax....we both know you got this....
Zet : speak for yourself.....but sure.
The village chief : and what's our part ? 
Sarah : work on transferring all your stuff outside of the village....and I will go and find a new place for you to live in.
The chief nodded in agreement.
The village chief : thank you....for all of this.
Sarah nodded with a faint smile on her face.
Sarah then left the village to look for the villager's new home. 
Hours have passed, the night has started to set, Sarah found 3 different places, she can't make the choice herself, it's all up to the chief to decide, it's time for her to get back.
when Sarah came back she saw progress being made, they are desperate to live a happy normal life.
Kipo and Zet had already came back after hard long day of work.
Sarah : Zet....report.
Zet : they don't show any action all day....only night....
Sarah : good news.....you'll have time to rest in the day.
Zet : heading to do my job. 
Sarah : and what about you Kipo ? 
Kipo leaded Sarah into one of the houses where she put all the sticks she gathered, it was a massive pile of sticks .
Kipo : is this enough ? 
When Sarah saw the pile she was surprised.
Sarah : more than enough....good job.....you can go get some rest now.
Kipo : you're not coming ?
Sarah : I'll be late....I need to speak with the chief.
Kipo : ok....see you later.
Sarah then went to speak with chief, he was in a private meeting with a group of villagers, she heard them talking about her and her group, she decided to hide in a place where they won't see her and started to listen. 
Villager : we have to do this....it will be way better than her plan.
Villager : but they're trying to help us.
Village chief : they're humans....we can't trust them....we have to do it....
Villager : it's simple....we capture them when they are defenseless....we deliver them to him and we will be rewarded with a wish....as he usually does....and he will get rid of all the snakes....he doesn't like them anyway.
Village chief : we will capture them tomorrow at dawn....be ready for them....we know where they live.
Sarah was surprised by this, it was all a trap, they were betraying them all this time, she had to do something fast, she ran away from the village without anyone seeing her and headed straight to their tent, when she arrived their she found Kipo sleeping. 
Sarah : Kipo wake up!
Kipo : woah....what's going on ? 
Sarah : pack the tent....we need to leave now.
Kipo : what ?....why ?....what happened ?
Sarah : I will explain later....but now we need to find Zet.....pack everything and wait here....I'll go call Zet....be right back.
Sarah then ran and searched for a 2 rocks and a stick, she then climbed a big tree as fast as she could and started to set the stick on fire, she then howled as loudly. 
Zet heard it, he looked up at the sky.
Sarah then set the stick on fire and threw it up in the sky.
Zet saw it and ran back to her as fast he could.
Zet has arrived.
Zet : what's the emergency ?
Sarah : no time to explain now....we need to get to Kipo.
Zet and Sarah then ran back to Kipo, she already finished packing the tent.
Sarah : Kipo....when you went to get the sticks....did you pass by Zet's house ? 
Kipo : yes....multiple times....there were many broken trees in that area.....is there anything wrong ?
Zet : I live next to the lumber cats....
Sarah : oh no....the tree house is compromised....we need to get all the stuff you need in that house and leave...now.
Zet : are you going to say what's happening ? 
Sarah : they're frauds....they were trying to capture us all this time....apparently they know that were humans and they're going to deliver us to him.
Zet : him ?
Sarah : I don't know either....they kept saying him....they are going to attack us at dawn....we need to hurry and get your important stuff and ditch that place....now !
Zet : let's go.
They ran to Zet's tree house, there was no one there, they had to hurry, when they arrived they were about to get in, but Zet stopped them outside.
Zet : stop here....I won't take long.
Sarah nodded.
Kipo : ok.
after 15 minutes Zet came out of the tree house with a backpack.
Zet : alright....I'm ready...let's get away from this place.
After Zet finished packing they all headed in the opposite direction of the hamsters village.
They have been walking all night, they were all tired, they needed to sleep, when they walked far enough from the hamsters village, they found a spot to set the camp in, it was in the forest, where the trees will give them cover to protect them from their enemies.
Everyone was tired, but Zet was angry, he waited for the girls to sleep then he flew back to hamsters village, when he arrived he sneaked into the house where Kipo stashed all the sticks, he grabbed a big amount and sat them all on fire and threw them at the villager's houses burning many houses they were sleeping in, he then flew back to the camp, he found Sarah waiting for him.
She was worried about him.
Sarah : where were you ? 
Zet : they took my home away.....so I took theirs.
Sarah : so much for laying low....
Zet did not respond, he was very mad, he can kill the whole village in a matter of minutes, but his conscious will always prevent him from killing.

The story revolves around 
8 kids who have different powers in a world where humanity is in a war against mutated animals.
Each one of them has stories to be told, and adventures to be talked about....hope you enjoy this. 


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"Ever played other VRMMMOs games before?"
Chikinsupu asked Bob.
"I don't recall ever playing vee are eminem o's before. What are those?"
Bob replied while still staring at the horned rabbit that was in his sight. He was alert and he clenched his behind. It seems Bob has experienced a trauma.
Hearing Bob's reply, Chikinsupu laughed.
"Haha. Dude. For real? Stop pulling my leg." Chikinsupu now accepted Bob's silliness.
"Hahaha, why are we laughing?"
"Hahaha. Give me a moment."
Chikinsupu found Bob's roleplaying ridiculous but he learned to just enjoy the act. He soon finished collecting himself and looked at Bob's idiotic face.
"Pfft. Hahahaha"
"What's so funny?"
"Haha. Forgive me."
Chikinsupu stopped for a moment and once again collected himself. He will now continue what he was supposed to ask Bob.
"So, Bob. You've never played VRMMOs before?"
"I don't even know what those are."
"Hmm. At this point, I can no longer tell whether you're joking or not."
Chikinsupu looked at Bob with an inquisitive gaze. All he could find within Bob's visage was confusion without a hint of guilt for lying.
'He's telling the truth.'
Chikinsupu realized that Bob was not just any noob in Immersion online.
'He's a boomer, isn't he?'
"Then I'll explain to you how combat works in VRMMOs. First, virtual reality is just like real life."
Chikinsupu began explaining about the game mechanics. He was having a hard time dumbing down techinical terms so that idiots like Bob could understand.
In Immersion Online, you could move your avatar(character) according to your will but the speed and power of your actions are based on your stats. For example, a child playing with 10 STR could bring as much power as a trained martial artist with 10 STR.
However, there will always be a difference due to technique. The power distribution towards a target will always matter when it comes to hitboxes in an online game.
Hitting a leg does less damage than hitting the stomach or the head. The importance of technique made the game popular within Asia because of the skill cap.
But it does not mean to say that regular players do not stand a chance against trained players. That is where stat superiority comes in, where even technique could not overcome.
"So what I need you to do is observe. What do you think about the nature of your opponent?"
"You mean the horned rabbit?"
"Yes. I meant the horny rabbit."
Chikinsupu pointed towards another player that was brawling with a horned rabbit.
"What I need you to remember, is that you never show your back against an aggressive enemy."
'Because this one in particular with **** you.'
Bob took Chikinsupu's words to heart. He was learning for the first time in his life. What Chikinsupu didn't know was that his words today were what will drive Bob forward.
"Okay. I'm ready to fight!" Bob said with confidence.
"Good luck."
Bob walked towards a horned rabbit garnered its attention. He took a fighting stance with his sword and focused his gaze towards the rabbit.
'I won't lose again.'
He thought as his butt clenched. There was a phantom feeling that he just couldn't shake off.
"Hup!"
Bob moved forward with his sword. He was not trained with the sword but he somehow managed to do a proper lunge. A miracle.
'Ah. I forgot to tell him that he can't fight a Lvl 2 rabbit while being Lvl 1.' Chikinsupu slapped his forehead at this thought.
In other words. Bob got hit by a kick that was faster than he could move. The rabbit's kick was not fast but the limit of a level 1 body was trash. So despite seeing the attack, Bob could not evade and got kicked back.
Bob was thrown back and fell to the ground. This time, he was face up so the rabbit could not do its signature thrusts so it just continued assaulting Bob with its kicks.
'He's going to die. I should intervene.'
Chikinsupu jumped into battle and drove the rabbit away. The rabbit was dissatisfied because it felt it got blocked but it still moved away.
"Sorry, Bob. I forgot to tell you about the importance of levels. Especially when just starting the game."
Every level up gives a player 10 default points to distribute to their stats. For example, a level 50 player would have a default 500 stat point distribution, and a level 51 would have 510 stat points.
The rational difference between the two was negligible and the difference between skill and items would change the outcome if they were to fight.
The case is different for low-level players though. A level 1 player only has 5 as default stat points for each stat. That meant that their STR and AGI were at 5 by default.
Now imagine a level 2 player that put all of his points to STR, that would mean that the player now has 15 STR which is 300% more than the level 1's.
"It's alright. So how do you think I should level up for now?" Bob asked. He was not bothered by another loss.
"You should get some tutorial quests first, they give a good amount of experience and you could level up to 3 by the quests alone."
Chikinsupu explained about tutorial quests to Bob. And he got to thinking, about which NPCs within Bagel Village.
'Now that I think about it. This guy is way too similar to Bob the Barn Owner. Is this guy an NPC?'
Chikinsupu grew suspicious of Bob. He was certain that Bob was a player because he was autonomous and roamed around.
'His stupidity is questionnable too.'
Now, Chikinsupu could not tell whether or not Bob was a player or not. So he decided to confirm it and that is by-
"Hey, Bob! How about we party up?"
Inviting Bob to a party. It should not be possible to invite NPCs to your party. In cases that they join your party is when you are doing a quest that nobody wants. Escort quests.
"Party? Okay!" Bob replied with glee. He thought that they will attend a celebration. Common mistake.
*Chikinsupu invites you to a party.
*You have accepted the party invitation.
*Party has been created with Chikinsupu as the party leader.
'Oh? He's a player then?'
Chikinsupu cleared his suspicions. Bob was a player, not an NPC. But what he didn't know was that the two were not exclusive of each other.
"Is this it?" Bob disappointingly asked.
"Hmm? Yea, now we can share experience point when we kill monsters. But for now, you should do the beginner quests."
Chikinsupu busied himself with his menu.
*Chikinsupu sent you a friend request.
"Hmm? Friend request?" Bob said.
"Just accept it. I'm here to help you understand games, old man."
*You are now friends with Chikinsupu.
"Oh. We're friends now?"
"Yes. To tell you the truth, I have to go so I'll have to teach you next time." Chikinsupu explained.
"Oh? Where are you going?"
"I have afternoon classes so I'll see you later when I'm done with them. Just do the tutorials for now, and whatever you do, don't die while exploring by yourself."
Bob thought about Chikinsupu's statement. He remembered a prompt that he saw a while back.
"Oh. I won't die." He confidently said.
"Of course you won't. Just be careful, exploding hamsters are just beyond the outskirts so stay here until I log in, You got that?"
Bob nodded his head but he didn't take Chikinsupu's words seriously. Likewise, Chikinsupu also didn't take Bob's confidence about not dying seriously.
*Your friend Chikinsupu has logged off. (Connection Terminated.)
"Woah. He just disappeared!"
Bob was surprised that his friend suddenly vanished. He saw this phenomenon frequently but he never understood what that meant.
"Let's see. He said to go beyond the outskirts, right?"
And so, Bob the airhead did not follow his friend's advice. He avoided all of the Horned Rabbits that he saw and made his way towards beyond the outskirts.
Bang!
Bob could now hear explosions. The explosions were not of an exorbitant magnitude but they were loud enough to ring for dozens of meters.
"Wow. Are those the Exploding Hamsters Chikinsupu was talking about?"
Bang!
An explosion went off under Bob's feet. Bob was blown away and took a lot of damage from the explosion.
*Your HP value has reached 0.
*You are an Essential. You can't die.
*Your HP is set back to Minimum.
*You have gained a huge amount of experience from exterminating a monster 4 levels above your own.
*You have leveled up.
"Wowowowowowow" Bob was still rolling due to the force of the explosion.
Exploding hamsters are monsters that kill themselves upon contact with a player. They were intentionally put within a low-level area to force coordination between players.
Immersion Online, in essence, is a game for socializing. The developers thought that giving an early challenge would force players to properly party with each other and get through the perilous plains to reach the nearest city.
The hamsters were a good source of experience for new players but the huge amount of damage they cause exhausts a party's resources. Therefore, the hamsters were not a monster to continuously grind.
One reason is that there was a risk of dying, and dying causes the death penalty. Another reason is that when players are strong enough to withstand the explosions, they became high leveled enough that the exp was worth nothing.
Therefore, the hamsters were never farmed by anyone.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
*You have leveled up!
*You have leveled up!
*You have leveled up!
Until now.

Bob the barn owner from Bagel village. An Essential tutorial NPC, typical of any game. One fine morning, Bob gains sentience and begins to question his immortal humanity.

Immersion Online. A Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Open World Role-Playing Game (VRMMORPG) that took the continent of Asia by storm.

In that game, nobody expected a certain tutorial NPC would dominate the meta.

Follow the adventures of Bob on his journey to discover just what he really is and laugh along with his shenanigans.

Just a heads-up, this is a gag novel so if you laugh you lose.

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It was early in the morning and his host wasn't up yet, Viers let him sleep. After yesterday, he would need much rest. Viers went to the lawn of Mercer's house, tossing a ghostly pale blue ball into the air. As it slowly fell downward, Viers slashed it with his sword in one swift stroke. Unlike the usual watery blue, the sword was wreathed in milky green color.
"Hmph!"
The bluish-white ball split into two parts.
"Hyah!"
Another stroke and the ball separated into four.
"Shih!"
Again, and again, and again.
After Viers reduced the ball into tiny pieces, he continued observing it, eyes picking up the slightest of details. Before long the soul dissipated. Slowly, he returned the sword to the sheath like a samurai, finishing it with a satisfying click.
'Even with that I still couldn't destroy it completely. Some part of the soul simply… went away, not destroyed. Did they really go to Heaven or Hell?'
The soul just now was Tarakai, the one who tried to give him a poisoned soup and wanted to kill him. Viers already excavated any memories worth noting -although it wasn't much- and decided to discharge him from his service.
Simply releasing the souls he captured was a simple affair. They usually floated to the sky then disappeared, beyond even the reach of his tier 5 Soul affinity.
With Viers forgoing the necromantic facet of his power, he experimented with many things, such as what he was trying to do now, soulkill.
'I managed to harm the soul, gravely. But I am unable to completely extinguish it from heaven and earth… at least the current me that is. It will have to do. In the stories, unlike bodily harm, injury to the soul is often very difficult to heal. I'm sure it will be useful in the future.'
"How are you holding up, Mister Mercer?" Cain spoke to the person watching from behind, his ears were sharp. He knew Mercer had been watching since a short while ago but it seemed the older man didn't want to disturb his training.
"I feel… refreshed. How can I not be, after you bestowed a kindness I'm unable to repay for my whole lifetime."
"Glad to hear it," Cain turned around, looking at Mercer's face. "Still thinking of taking your own life?" He already knew the answer from what he saw but Cain still asked for politeness' sake.
"No, it would… make Martha sad," Mercer smiled bitterly.
"The burden you bear is heavy. How you live with such a burden I cannot tell you, no one can. You must decide, despite the pain and grief. Dying is easy, living is hard. What can mere mortals such as us do other than living the best we could in this world?" Cain said, trying to convey some words of wisdom.
"It is as you say, lord benefactor." Thanks to Cain's show of power yesterday, Mercer took Cain's words as revelations from an angel.
"I must leave soon," Cain saddled his backpack up. "May the Radiant Lady light your way," Cain said his farewell.
"And to you, envoy," Mercer kneeled on the ground with his hands joined in front of his face.
'Oh no, I hope not. Aunt Estelle might smite me for all the bad deeds I have done,' Cain thought while smiling bitterly.
"Remember, don't tell anyone anything about this matter and myself."
"I will hold the sanctity of our pact. I swear this once again."
Cain nodded with satisfaction and turned around. With that as the parting words, Cain left towards his next destination.
Mercer watched until his figure was no longer visible, the golden light from the morning sun warmly enveloped him. It felt like the embrace of his family yesterday night.
"Thank you, lord angel..." Mercer whispered.
Viers, the maverick mistaken as an angel of the Goddess Estelle was walking in a good mood. Doing something good and getting rewarded for it brought warm feelings to his heart.
'It's been a while, let's do a quick check. It's now at... 36.57%, huh? Very good. Keep on rising, my power. Hahaha!' Viers' mysterious number kept rising.
***
"HOLD THE LINE!!!"
The man who said that braced the impact of a 200 kilograms hamster the size of a tiger.
"Rggghhh!" The man grunted, clenching his molars very, very hard.
He was not alone in this, left and right of him stood men and women of various ages. They too were holding their ground against other hamsters although not as big as the one in front of the man wearing a dark-colored metal plate. One used a wall of earth, one used a rampart of wind. Each of them were using different ways of fighting against the horde.
"Iron Spike!"
A cone of metal jutted out from the ground. It had a diameter of 1 meter at the base, becoming smaller until the tip was a sharp point. The cone-shaped metal pierced the stomach of the hamster monster, making the unnaturally sized monster squeal.
"Raahhh!"
Using his sword, the man embedded his weapon in the skull of another monster that came from behind the orange-furred hamster he just defeated. Before he could breathe, another one came from the side, wanting to take a bite at his stomach. In a hurry, the man moved his left arm between them. The hamster gnashed his vambrace with frenzied fervor, its two front teeth looked very menacing.
"DIE!"
His hand turned metallic and gave the hamster a punch on its skull, smashing its head to a pulp. The man saw his friend beside him was almost overwhelmed under the assault of three hamsters.
"Aldo! Let him go, you beasts! Iron King's Decapitation!!"
The man created a massive sword of iron and swung it downward, slashing the three hamsters in one go.
"Thank you Captain, I-"
"Shut it! Next wave incoming, Frag Explosion!"
The man threw a sphere of metal he created with his Arte into a clump of five hamster monsters. The sphere burst into tiny slugs with such force that the hamsters lost their lives in a heartbeat.
That only brought a moment of respite before the man must again kill another monster that replaced the ones he just killed. Those men and women were like a wall, battered with waves of water. Still, the wall stood valiantly, not giving an inch.
For an unknown amount of time, he kept fighting. At last, he witnessed the last tiger-sized hamster monster slain by one of his comrades. Then the cheering came, they had claimed victory on this ground.
"Captain Jarret, news from the left wing." A messenger called him out.
"Haah... haah... what?" Jarret wiped the splattered hamster blood on his neck while catching his breath.
"Sir, the left wing is almost broken! Hansen, Tommy, Vurg, and Sharon have fallen. There was a big one among the hamsters assaulting the left wing, we suspect it is the alpha, A Tiger-striped Hamster. It's a Rank 2 monster, sir." The messenger said with a pained expression.
"...Those fools, I told them not to die..." Jarret knew he shouldn't let emotions overwhelm him in a battlefield but he couldn't stop the feeling of sadness from approaching him. His discipline allowed him to focus once again after a few moments.
"Mister Holt, I'll assist the left wing. I leave the center in your command!" Jarret said to a man much older than him. Holt's hair was all white, he had been retired for years. Even so when the Tide came, he volunteered to stand at the front line.
"Understood, Captain. May the Goddess be with you."
"And with you. Juggernaut Armor!"
Jarret invoked another Arte. This time, he became covered in sturdy black armor from head to toe.
"Siiir! E-emergency report from the right wing!"
Before Jarret could move to the left wing's aid, a different messenger came in a panic. Jarret knew he would not bring good news.
"Speak." Even he himself was surprised at how weak-willed his voice became.
"A-another Beast Tide came from the east! At least a hundred apes led by a Rank 3 Thunder Orangutan are approaching the right wing as we speak. They must be drawn by the battle, for the meat and core of the dead hamsters! Your orders, sir?"
The message was another nail in the coffin for these men. They were barely hanging on against the hamster's tide. The appearance of the orangutans would break their defense line like a knife against paper.
Ten of them were in the center, now they were only seven. The swarm of teeth had claimed the lives of three of them. When the crisis was nigh, they came forward to fulfill their duty to protect the town. Now, after hours of fighting, they still stood despite being full of wounds. Healers were casting their magic full-force. One healer was trying to attach the severed arm of the unconscious Rudin.
"A Rank 3..."
"We're finished… The town is finished…"
"Damn those adventurers! They had to drag the whole town into their mess. May the Devils take those idiots!"
Jarret saw the hope and will of his comrades-of-war around him fade like mist. How could they not? There was nothing he -a mere Level 2 Pathseeker- could do against a Rank 3 monster. There was nobody in Osemore town that could match the boss monster in combat. Even if he tried, it would be great if he could delay the Rank 3 for a few seconds. All seemed lost.
"Is this the end?..." Jarret closed his eyes. His heart felt like ice.
A loud blast jolted him to open his eyes.
"Eh?"
"What happened?"
"Captain Jarret, look!"
A blaze of flame ten meters high could be seen from where they were standing.
"That's from the left wing."
Jarret used the Arte Farsight to see the hamster boss being engulfed in explosions. At a nearby hill, Jarret saw a lone figure carrying a smoking metal tube on his shoulder.
"Brother!"
"Kate? What are you doing here?"
Jarret saw his younger sister coming from the direction of the town.
"We have come to help," she said with an excited expression.
"No! There's nothing we can do. A Rank 3 monster is coming! We must tell the town to begin evacuation immediately."
"Don't worry brother. Someone strong came along with me!"
'Strange,' Jarret thought. His sister looked so confident. While they were talking there were a couple more explosions from the left wing's side. The hamsters on that side had been blown away, not a single one left standing.
'Was it him?' Jarret looked at the youth on the hill wearing strange clothes and a strange weapon.
"By the Goddess!"
"How could it be!?"
"He's flying! Is he a Level 5?"
After he was finished with the left wing, the youth rose to the air and went to the right wing, passing Jarret's position in the process. The mysterious stranger had some kind of fire coming from his shoes and back. He flew so fast and arrived above the apes' location in a short time.
He hovered in the sky, surveying the monkeys below him like a deity.
Because he was so eye-catching, it didn't take long until the apes noticed him. The biggest of them all, the Rank 3 Thunder Orangutan took it as a challenge. It had the size of an elephant, very muscular and imposing. Its white fur bristled and crackled with lighting then a thunderbolt appeared in its arm.
"UHHOOHH!"
It let out a primal roar and threw the lance of plasma to the flying youth, enveloping him in a blinding violet explosion.
"Not good!" Jarret wanted to go to assist but his sister held his hand back.
"Don't worry brother. He's strong," Kate smiled.
The smoke receded and he saw the flying youth once again. He was indeed fine, no signs of injury. A spherical shield covered his body without a blind spot. The barrier had a strange pattern on it, it was like something he saw in a beehive.
The youth with silver hair retaliated. He unleashed a strange… exploding arrow. The power was massive. From a tube on his shoulder, the arrow jetted forward leaving a trail of fire and smoke. It exploded with fiery fury and deafening sound. Jarret witnessed the mysterious youth create another 'arrowhead' with his empty hand, put it on the strange tube, and shot another exploding arrow.
A hailstorm of explosions came upon the monkey Beast Tide. A hundred apes or so were powerless before the explosions. The Rank 3 managed to hold against the first three blasts but the seventh overwhelmed it. The flying attacker used something different to finish the Thunder Orangutan. Jarret only saw a streak of blue light and the apes' alpha exploded to smithereens. Seeing their leader in such a sorry state was the final straw, the monkeys scattered in all directions. Screaming.
But the silver-haired death god didn't let them go.
"…Heavens, what did I see?" Jarret muttered. His sentiment was shared with the people around in the center battlefield.
"He's Sigma, I told you about a strong Idler that saved me from the goblins before, right? That's him," Kate explained fondly.

Hey, what would you do after you got isekai-ed?

Me?

Look! A cockroach villain has appeared. Let's kill him before he messes things up. Too cruel? That kind of character is always introduced to be killed by the protagonist anyway so I'm doing the world a favor here. Less CO2 emission. It's time to "Go Green" guys, even in another world.

See over there, that's a trash young master type right there. What do I do? Endure the initial insults and provocation then dispose of him when no one sees of course. Why make things difficult?

Hmm, a pretty girl in peril. Potential love interest there… but no, I have enough problems as it is. At the very least, I won't help her just 'cause she's a female. Same goes for males. What? I support gender equality.

Hey, I know the clichés, what did you think I was going to do? Simply let it run its course? Well duh, I'll twist it to my benefit.

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Humans were humans, not fork cranes. Black Mamba realized his mistake. He'd rushed to move without much thought. 

"Why's this so weak? They don't even know how to set up a pillar."

"Oh, tabiki[1]. What can they do with their hamster brains? They don't know anything despite the teachings of Turki[2] that lasted over 1,000 years." 

"Those golden hamsters only know how to dig holes. Everything they made is poorly constructed." 

The three agents raised their chins at the same time and clicked their tongues. It was an act of contempt. The agents strongly sympathized with his weak excuse. He had once heard that the ethnic tension between Turkey and Syria was beyond Korea and Japan's, and that seemed to be right. 

The Turks referred to the Syrians as hamsters. The highlands, where the golden hamsters were often raised as pets and test subjects, were located in Aleppo, Syria. The Syrians referred to the Turks as saffah[3], which established their mutual resentment. 

Syria had been under the Ottoman Empire's rule for a long time and had suffered several holocausts. In recent years, their precious Hatay was seized by the Turks. The Turks looked down on the Syrians, and the Syrians' hatred festered into torment. It was just like Korea and Japan. 

Boom— 

His resonance waves spread across the surface. He checked the areas where there were buried mines and began shoving the sticks down. There was no need to mark the anti-tank mines. They didn't budge, even if he jumped on them. Whether anyone would dare to do that on top of a mine was questionable.

"Can humans see through the ground?"

The MIT agents were in disbelief. The madman was jumping around everywhere while poking in sticks attached with red ropes. The two other men, who had followed him without hesitation while carrying backpacks, were also mad. 

"Don't bother. He must be one of those people with sensory abilities. There are plenty of people who can find things underground in Istanbul. We only need to do our job."


"Well, he's the hamster leader that brought along a herd of hamsters, so he should be familiar with the underground." 

When the agent, who had a rifle slung over his shoulder, spoke as though it was nothing, the other agent, who was holding onto the mine detector, also shrugged it off. 

Even the agents couldn't escape the Turks' arrogance. Turkish men with their resolute machismo tendencies didn't like acknowledging other people's talents.

It didn't take 20 minutes for him to mark the mines. Black Mamba checked once more with his resonance waves and raised the wireless radio. 

"Mohammad, send them group by group, in intervals of 10 seconds."

"I understand, sir."

100 men and women carrying wrapped luggage rushed out of their hiding place and crossed the hills. Black Mamba's eyes grew alert. There were approximately 900 meters of exposed distance to get to the barbed-wire fences. He had already cleaned out 300 meters on both sides and tapped over 1,000 meters, but it was still not time to relax. He raised his dimensional sight to its utmost. 

"If you insist on visiting Allah, I have no choice but to send you off."

Clang clang— 

The Dragunov fired away. The RPG gunner and finder that were 500 meters away collapsed forward. 

"Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa, everyone in group one has arrived," the religious guard-in-charge reported while panting. 

"Friends, lead them."

"Got it."

One of the MIT agents led the first Orthodox Christian group and disappeared. 

"Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa, everyone in the second group has arrived." 

"Good job. Friend, take care of them for me."

The second group also disappeared along with another MIT agent. By the time the third group arrived, nine MIT agents in farmer attire had appeared. 

"Sin Bay[4]. I'm Ocak Bir."

A sturdy man, who looked like he was in his early 40s, requested a handshake. Ocak was January in Turkish. Bir referred to the number one. That meant 12 groups were dispatched to assist him, and that guy was the one in charge. The Turks' class consciousness was no exception to the intelligence agency. Aside from assigning a temporary code name, the MIT also assigned a temporary number for every operation. The nickname "Alarek On" referred to the youngest of an operative team. 

"Ange de la Mort."

"Ha, you're more like the angel of salvation rather than the angel of death. It's astounding how you're helping that many people to escape. Refugees to be transferred into limousines, ha, it's unbelievable." 

"Limousines?"

"There's no need to head directly to Camuzkışlası. Limousines await you once you cross the DMZ. We're moving according to orders, but greeting hamsters at the border with limousines? Hahaha!" 

Bir laughed as though he couldn't believe his own words.

"Well, I suppose that's true."

Black Mamba didn't like how Bir looked down on the Syrians by calling them hamsters, but he understood the animosity between the two countries. It wasn't much different from how the Koreans referred to the Japanese as Jjokbari. For someone who's on the receiving end of help, he didn't want to cause problems, either. 

"Are you Japanese?"

"Non, Coréen," Black Mamba replied instinctively and flinched.

He answered that he was Korean after he was assumed to be Japanese. He must have relaxed too much nearing the end of a complicated problem. However, Ocak Bir was also strange. Informants usually didn't ask others for their personal information. 

"Nice to meet you. Turkey and Korea are brother nations. My father participated in the Korean War. I'm Havuç from the MIT's operations department. It means carrot in Turkish." 

"Kuk, call me Dong-bang-bull-pae."

Black Mamba silently laughed at Havuç, whose face flushed like the color of carrots. Havuç's code name suited him. As he was talking to Havuç, the last group, who were the Kurd tribe, escaped with the agents' help. 

Havuç's eyes followed the stream of people who avoided the sticks with red ropes. He had already received the report that the Ange de la Mort had marked all the mines, ensuring a safe passage. He was surprised that the man could sense that many mines. 

What an amazing guy.

There were several people with unique abilities among the operative agents. Some operatives could smell things several times better than others, and like a seal, some could even stay underwater for more than 10 minutes. It seemed like the Ange de la Mort was an operative with unique abilities too. 

Boom— 

Boom— 

Intense explosions were continuously heard from the north. 

Bang—

Bang— 

The brief explosions were from tanks. That meant the battle had progressed. 

"Won't there be any problems?"

"No, there won't. We have stronger tank power. The M48A3 Patton and M60 Patton will overwhelm Syria's tanks. We're a tier above them when it comes to both weapons and technology." 

Tutututu— 

A Heliborne Battalion flew in from the east. They were the reinforcements from Tell Rifaat. 

"The battle's intensifying."

"No problem. Attack helicopters will be coming in from Hatay. Assad will surely pay the price for provoking Hatay."

"I thought it was originally Syria's territory."

"Less than 10 percent of the Syrians live in Hatay. They are mostly the Turks. I heard there are mostly Koreans in the far east region of Manchuria. I don't understand why Korea's staking a claim over that territory." 

"Hah!"

Black Mamba was rendered speechless. Havuç spoke factually, as though his concept of territories were like tables having four legs. 

"The self-propelled artillery shootings will start soon. This place isn't safe. We need to leave this place as soon as possible," Havuç urged. 

"Bakri, what are you doing? You need to leave quickly," Black Mamba spoke to Bakri's group, who were still moving slowly. 

Jamal approached and whispered into Black Mamba's ear.

"Master, Bakri and his family have been guarding your wealth." 

"Aha!"

Black Mamba exclaimed even if he was late to the game. He was so busy that he had entirely forgotten about the papers, videotape, the bunch of dollars, and gold. It was careless of him since there were over 4,000,000 dollars and 400 kilograms of gold. Bakri and Jamal must have struggled while trying to carry all of that. 

He took off his backpack and threw it at Jamal. 400 kilograms worth of gold was approximately 21,000 cubic centimeters. It was 27.5 centimeters in length, width, and height. His backpack was more than enough to fit that capacity, but the weight was impossible for ordinary people to bear. 

"Jamal, you can do whatever you need to do with the money."

"Yes, sir. I'll protect it to the best of my ability." 

What does he mean?

Black Mamba had meant for Jamal to use it on the Orthodox Christians and the Kurd tribe, but his reply was unusual. However, he should be able to use it wisely since he's friends with Bakri. 

"Master, it's ready."

Jamal couldn't do anything to the heavy backpack and had to call Black Mamba over. Black Mamba lifted the backpack, as though it was light, and slung it around his shoulder. Jamal shook his head. It was about time he got used to it, but the sight surprised him every time. 

"Master, the camera that was used in Kaparja and other small things are in the outer pouch." 

"Good job."

The heavy backpack was reassuring. The gains he obtained from this Syria trip couldn't measure up to what he had obtained in the Sahel. He was definitely compensated for his labor. 

Once they escaped the DMZ, 15 limousine buses were waiting for them in a line. 

"Why aren't you boarding?"

The 540 Orthodox Christians and the Kurd tribe, who were standing in line, kneeled together. Bakri was the first to open his mouth. 

"Allahu Akbar!"[5]

"Allahu Akbar!"

540 people chanted after him.

"Akbar ha-da!"

"Akbar ha-da!"

"Afdal yaumin pi-hayati-duh shuduh Ddu-bai-buru-pa! Wa sadi!"[6] 

"Afdal yaumin pi-hayati-duh shuduh Ddu-bai-buru-pa! Wa sadi!" 

"Oh!"

Black Mamba's eyes started watering. It had been complicated and challenging, but it was rewarding. The warmheartedness of 100s of people rushed toward him. He felt as though something in the corner of his mind broke. The pressure, which seemed to hound the corner of his mind at all times, disappeared.  

Whoosh— 

Resonance waves swept past his entire body. He shivered. His body felt infinitely lighter. Something had changed. 

"Habibi! Let's go together."

Wael hopped forward but nearly tripped over a rock.

"Oh, you'll fall, habiba." 

Black Mamba teleported and picked the child up.

"Look, this child is everyone's hope. All humans need to be responsible for at least one life, and that is your own. You cannot take care of yourself when freedom is taken away from you. I give all of you your freedom. Now, you all must live to help this child and the next generation learn to take responsibility for their own lives." 

Without leaving a single person behind, his baritone voice reached everyone who had crossed the line.

"Huriyah![7]" Bakri shouted at the top of his lungs. 

"Huriyah!"

All at once, the screams of 540 people echoed across the border. The morning sun rose. Like a waterfall, the bright sunlight poured over the backs of the people who were dressed in worn clothes. Those who had never been deprived of their freedom didn't know how precious that was. 

Unlike most countries' military culture, the Korean military suppressed the freedom of their soldiers. Those who didn't suffer in the army would never understand why soldiers risked their lives to sleep outside the military for at least one night. 

Ahmad came forward, held hands with Idia, and kneeled. 

"Ddu-bai-buru-pa, ya hayati[8]! Thank you for the new life you've given us. We'll serve you with our lives." 

"Ahmad, I get sick when I hear someone offering their life. You're responsible for Idia's life. Value yourself. Idia, this is someone you've gained out of hardship. I hope you live happily with many sons and daughters." 

"Thank you. You saved me, Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa, and in return, I'll devote the rest of my life to serving you! Uuh, hic!" Idia cried. 

Her father was executed because she had fallen in love with a heathen, and she was supposed to die by stones. Although she was unconscious during the rescue, she found love thanks to Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa's grace. Was there a greater blessing than this?

"No, Ahmad is the one who saved you. If you're happy, I'm happy. Bassel, I'll find you a husband if there is no one you like. Aishe, I think you should calm down a little. What man would propose to such a scary person? There's a lot of handsome men in France, but they all have tiny galls." 

"Hahaha!"

All the Orthodox Christians broke out in laughter. The solemn mood was lifted instantly. 

"Stand, everyone. You've all suffered. A passenger ship awaits you all at the İskenderun Harbor. My Turk friends will guide you. When you arrive at Toulon Airport, French officials will greet you. I, Ddu-bai-buru-pa, reassure you that no one would be persecuted for their religious beliefs or ethnicity. No one would be arrested carelessly or punished without trial. All men and women in love can marry with their parents' permission, and the children will receive education according to their abilities. No one would be subjected to brutal customs like honor killing[9]. No one would be executed by such barbaric customs. We'll separate for now. Felicitations[10]. Je vous souhaite bonne channce l'ou vous se vivre[11]." 

Black Mamba waved his hand. His role was now over. The rest was up to Bonipas and the French officials. 

"Arak lahiqaan'[12]. Barakallahu Feek Ddu-bai-buru-pa![13]" the Orthodox Christians and the Kurd tribe shouted at the top of their lungs.

Bassel rushed forward and rubbed her cheeks on Black Mamba's cheeks. 

"Thank you for giving me a new life. I'll wait for the day to serve you."

As if she didn't want to lose, Aishe popped out from behind and whispered into Black Mamba's ear.

"I won't be greedy, but please let me be near your side."

"Uhh, um!"

Black Mamba didn't know where to turn when other Arab ladies rushed forward to show their affections. The locals rushed toward him to rub their cheeks and grab his hand, creating general disorder. When the chaos didn't end, Bakri and Ibrahim stepped forward to manage the crowd. 

"Amazing. A savior from the East, hm?" Havuç smiled widely.

"Ha, my face is burning. Regardless, they're honest people."

Black Mamba rubbed his face with his hand. He was unsure if they were naive or desperate. Compared to the Koreans, their customs were too different. 

[1] Of course.
[2] It is how Turkish people refer to their country.
[3] Butchers.
[4] It means the term "Mr." in English.
[5] "Allah is great!"
[6] "My master Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa has returned! May the greatest day of my life be praised!"
[7] Freedom!
[8] My life!
[9] A man's right to kill a woman if she has brought shame or dishonor upon the family, regardless of the truth.
[10] Congratulations.
[11] I wish you good luck where you live.
[12] We'll see you later.
[13] May God's blessing be with Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa!

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.
A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The image of burning flames surrounding him.
The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.
"It's a demon!"

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