On the “Death Gun” incident that occurred in the gun and steel filled VRMMO called Gun Gale Online (GGO). “Players who are shot by a mysterious avatar with a jet black gun lose their lives even in the real world…” 

Charlie Gray AKA Häyhä, (his account name), he is renowned sniper in GGO nicknamed the "Phantom". After logging on to the game  for the very first time in many weeks, he witness the first death that was committed by Death gun, but strangely enough he got a message from the killer himself, claiming to be his "old friend"  

Charlie took the matter into his own hand and logged on to a Japaneses server where he encounter another renowned sniper, a female sniper named Sinon who owns a gigantic “Hecate II” rifle. With Sinon’s help,  they decides to enter the “Bullet of Bullets,” a large tournament to choose the most powerful gunner within the realm of GGO, in hopes to become the target of the “Death Gun” and make direct contact with the mysterious avatar.


{DISCLAIMER: I don’t own SAO. Only my OCs}


-And this is a non-assassin’s creed crossover-

Two years after being trapped in a death game, Sword Art Online, Akio Fujimura was relieved to be alive but the guilt of the many fallen keeps haunting him. 

But he was wrong to assume this was the end. 

On the “Death Gun” incident that occurred in the gun and steel filled VRMMO called Gun Gale Online (GGO). “Players who are shot by a mysterious avatar with a jet black gun lose their lives even in the real world…” 

The situation worsens when the mysterious messaged Akio, claiming to be an “old friend”. 

Akio, AKA Nomad,(his in-game name), took the matter into his hand and return to Japan for one last quest. He’ll encounter a renowned sniper, a female sniper named Sinon who owns a gigantic “Hecate II” rifle and a few of his friends who are experienced at the game. With their help,  they decide to enter the “Bullet of Bullets,” a large tournament to choose the most powerful gunner within the realm of GGO, in hopes to become the target of the “Death Gun” and make direct contact with the mysterious avatar.


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"You go first. I hear this Haunted House delineates its scenarios into different stages of difficulty. Since it is not often that we get to visit the hardest scenario, I wish to look around some more." Ye Xiaoxin stood inside the director's office. 

The noise that came out from the tape recorder grew louder, and some other sounds could be heard within the white noise. It sounded like gasps of air and also crying. 

Han Qiuming looked at the time; they still had two minutes left. He did not have time to dawdle. "Okay, you take care of yourself." 

Then he turned toward the exit with the recorder. Watching as Han Qiuming's back merged into the darkness, the eyes of Ye Xiaoxin, who had kept her cool throughout, bulged wide. Why is there someone lying on his back‽ 

She was someone who did not believe in the supernatural, which was why she could so bravely review so many Haunted Houses. However, just now, she saw something that her experience could not explain. Who was that lying on his back? Is it one of the workers? 

… 

Han Qiuming ran at the top of his speed with the recorder. Two minutes left! 

His body temperature fell. Han Qiuming did not know why, but there was a chill that radiated from his back and suffused through his body before finding its way into his heart. 

"Pain…" 

A voice appeared beside his ear. It was fleeting. 

"Who was that‽" Han Qiuming turned his head around to look behind him. It was like a girl was lying on his back, but when he looked, there was nothing there. "Was I mistaken?" 

He ran faster with a simple goal in mind, to leave as soon as possible. "I already have the item, and I'll win the moment I escape. I'll gain back the face that Tian Teng Medical School has lost!" Han Qiuming ignored everything and dashed madly ahead. 

"So painful…" 

The voice came closer, moving from his back to the side of his ears like it was trying to find its way into his earlobes. 

" So painful! " 


" Ahhh! " Han Qiuming waved his arms at the air around him angrily. "Come out! Who is it‽" 

There was no response other than silence. There were only the echoes of his voice and the tape's white noise in the long corridor. 

"Is it this recorder?" Other than himself, only this recorder could produce sound. Han Qiuming placed it before his eyes. The tape was still turning, and the play button's light had changed from the earlier green to red. "This has to be it!" 

Han Qiuming could not figure out what was wrong. Time was ticking. With a grit of his teeth, Han Qiuming grabbed the recorder and continued his mad sprint. There has to be something wrong with the recorder, but it is also the key to clearing this scenario! It took us so much time to find this—I'm not going to throw it away! It'll be a waste of all my previous effort! 

Han Qiuming cursed Chen Ge within his heart. Such despicability! 

He needed to exit with the tape recorder to win, and this was the hardest decision. Ditching the recorder meant losing, but keeping the recorder meant having to suffer the torment that it brough. This was a scenario that normal people would not be able to solve! 

"Argh!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth. He was going to give up his life to clear Chen Ge's Haunted House. He continued to run, but the weight on his shoulders gradually increased. It was as if something was pressing on his shoulders, and the chill seeped into his bones. 

"So painful…" 

The voice from behind him became clearer and clearer. From the initial fuzzy male voice, it had now turned into a female voice. It sounded familiar. It was a voice that was filled with helplessness and despair. 

Wait a minute! 

When this voice appeared, the hairs on Han Qiuming's body stood up. I've heard this voice somewhere before. 

His sanity was almost shattered. In a Haunted House that he had not visited before, he had managed to hear a voice that he was familiar with. Where did I hear this before? 

Cold sweat slid down his forehead. He did not have many female friends, practically none from his age group. No, I must have heard this somewhere before! 

A memory from about half a year ago floated up in his mind. When editing the design to Tian Teng Medical School to increase the attraction of the Haunted House, ignoring the objections from others, he had insisted on adding the death of Xu Zhenzhen and her father into the plot. To add to the authenticity, he had thoroughly researched Xu Zhenzhen. 

The girl had once worked at her father's hospital. Later, she had been fired due to medical mistake. At the time, the patient's family had made a huge deal out of it, and there was even a video online. The family had gone to the hospital to demand an explanation from Xu Zhenzhen. In a nurse's uniform, Xu Zhenzhen had been surrounded by other doctors and nurses. She had explained herself with her soft voice, but no one had paid her any attention. Later, the situation had spiraled out of control, and she had been shoved to the ground. Someone had even stepped on her fingers. 

"So painful…" 

Yes! This is the voice! 

Han Qiuming's head was exploding. He was listening to a dead victim's voice inside a Haunted House! 

He threw the tape recorder away instantly. Even if he had ten more hearts, and he would not go near that tape recorder again. 

Why would Xu Zhenzhen's voice be caught inside the recorder? Is it the work of that Chen fella? Impossible! He wouldn't have known we were going to visit the Third Sick Hall. It was my suggestion that the plan was changed. Han Qiuming wanted to give himself a huge slap on his lips. I shouldn't have said that! 

The tape recorder originally came from Tian Teng Medical School. Could it be that the Xu Zhenzhen that I took inspiration from returned as an actual ghost? 

His body temperature was dropping, and his skin was cold. The pressure on his shoulders continued to increase. I'll need to leave this place first; this house is too haunted. 

Han Qiuming continued to run, but he only took several steps before he started to gasp desperately for air. The soft mattresses did not provide his feet with any purchase, and every step he took made his body feel heavier. 

What's going on? It feels like I'm carrying something. 

Han Qiuming looked behind him. The tape recorder that he had dropped in the corner was unharmed because the fall had been cushioned by the mattresses, and it was still rolling. The tape that kept on turning was like a curious smile or a whirlpool that was designed to draw him in. 

I need to escape. 

The tape recorder was far away from him, but the white noise felt like it was just beside his ears. 

"So painful, so painful…" 

The woman's voice filled Han Qiuming's mind, and there was a crazed look in his eyes. "Stop talking! I told you to stop talking!" 

He punched the air and turned wildly about. He wanted to search for the source. In a flash, he saw a woman's face placed on his shoulder, whispering into his ear. 

"I've got you now!" He turned on his phone's flashlight and used the camera to point behind him. As the camera turned, the familiar face that he had seen many times on newspapers and medical reports appeared in his phone. "Xu… Xu Zhenzhen!" 

The phone slipped from his grasp, and Han Qiuming dashed down the corridor, running for his life. His body turned colder ,and the voice refused to leave him be. 

"So painful, so painful, so painful!" 

After turning the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the mess of mannequins. He did not notice the changes to the mannequins and charged forward blindly. He knew that he had paid attention to where he was stepping, but for some reason, something tripped him up, and he collapsed amid the mess of mannequins. During his fall, his thick glasses were sent flying as well. 

"My glasses!" 

Han Qiuming crawled on all fours. His surroundings were completely blurred, but he could still make out the shapes of hands, legs, and heads. He crawled toward his glasses, but the glasses kept on moving away from him like they were being moved by the mannequins. 

In the dark, he could sense the many heads and body parts moving toward him. 

"What are you‽ Don't come any closer! Help! Help!" 
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Edited by: Dr.Lock
Proofreader: Arya

Without any background banter or time for the demonized army to prepare, the battle immediately became a desperate struggle for life.

Struggling for their lives, facing the strange and paranormal means of attacks by the fiends and devils caused the demonized to not know what to do.

To be able to join an army of a Fiend King or Devil King, whose purpose was to invade other worlds, the troops were naturally veterans in war who had been baptized by blood and fire.

On the other hand, their enemies were youths under 30 years old who surrendered themselves to the [Demon King Order] as a shortcut to gain power by choice.

-----and at this time, the [Demon King Order] was currently dormant in evolution, unable to provide these demonized any help at all.

The scales soon tilted.

The evil creatures of the 7 worlds quickly gained the upper hand.

They got more and more proficient in killing the demonized.

Some of the smarter demonized noticed how bad the situation was and began to use their life-saving artifacts while hiding behind others.

Soon enough, the first deserter appeared.

He unwinded a scroll that enveloped him in shining magical runes.

With a flash, he disappeared.

Gu Qing Shan had already noticed this.

"Naïve" he shook his head.

A few seconds later.

The deserter's dead body fell from the sky.

The faint figure of a beautiful woman gradually rose from his body.

『 Naïve little one, once you enter the range of the Tribulation, the Laws of heaven and earth wouldn't allow you to escape 』

As the Tianma said so, she glanced around her.

A few moments later, her eyes lit up.

Not too far away from her, another fearful demonized had taken out a tool used for running away.

The Tianma licked her lips as her figure leapt and disappeared into the void of space.
…
All things must come to an end.

And the battle quickly reached its conclusion.

The rain of fire above was fading away.

The Flame-eater Fiend King brought its subordinate back, laughing as it walked up to Gu Qing Shan.

『 Thanks for the hospitality, I don't have much to give in return, so I'll let you have this 』the Flame-eater Fiend King spoke.

It gave a medallion that depicted a burning bright flame to Gu Qing Shan.

『 Crush that medallion and you'll be immediately transported to my world, you're welcome to be my guest at any time 』the Flame-eater Fiend King explained.

This wasn't a token used for communication, but rather a type of treasure.

"Ah, thank you" Gu Qing Shan clasped his fist and replied.

The Flame-eater Fiend King nodded and quickly walked into the void of space, leaving this world.

On another side of the battlefield.

At some unknown point in time, all the corpses here were gone without a trace.


The chaotic swirling shadow below the layer of ice had already disappeared, leaving just a layer of frozen blood.

The Shadow Fiend King stood here silently thinking for a while before it returned to the camp.

It appeared from the ground to face Gu Qing Shan.

『 Peace indeed does make wealth. Although I'm still mad because you destroyed one of my body, but a generous business partner as yourself deserves appropriate treatment 』

The Shadow Fiend King walked up to Gu Qing Shan and began to chant something at his arm.

A black flame came off Gu Qing Shan's arm and flew up.

This was the legendary curse that the Ruler of Purgatory had left on Gu Qing Shan when they met in the world below.

At Gu Qing Shan's death, the Ruler of Purgatory would have followed this curse to find Gu Qing Shan to take away his soul.

The Shadow Fiend King grabbed the black flame with its hand.

『 If you don't mind, I'll be taking this as payment for helping you dispel that curse 』

It pointed at the flame and said.

"Not at all, feel free to take it" Gu Qing Shan smiled and answered.

Earlier, he had tried many different methods but still couldn't get rid of that curse.

Now that the Shadow Fiend King had a way to remove it, of course Gu Qing Shan wouldn't stop it.

Now that the curse was gone, the Ruler of Purgatory wouldn't be able to mess with Gu Qing Shan anymore.

The Shadow Fiend King clenched the black flame in hand and nodded.

『 Farewell 』

"Farewell"

The Shadow Fiend King went back into the ice without a sound and disappeared.

From another side, the Asura King rode his white elephant away as he bid Gu Qing Shan goodbye.

「 I'm in a hurry! We'll talk more next time! 」

He loudly declared.

Saying so, the Asura King led his army back into the various cracks in space they had made.

------they still have another war to fight, so they're going to prepare and rush over right away.

The other three Devil Kings' harvests were also quite considerable, so after they said goodbye to Gu Qing Shan, they used the Law of Tribulation to return to their respective realms.

The Progenitor Fiendess smiled as she descended from above.

『 What a lavish feast that was, you had arranged everything so well from the start to the end without leaving any openings 』
Her tone suddenly changed a bit as she whispered: 『 How's this, I will allow you and my daughter Li Yang to continue your close business relationship 』

She put heavy emphasis on the word 'close'.

After that, the Progenitor Fiendess also went into the void and space and silently left.

The Tianma quickly followed.

Fiends and Devils, all left the world.

After a while.

The wind stopped blowing.

The world returned to silence.

Only the snow continued to fall.

Gu Qing Shan stood in the middle of the devastated ghost army's camp, glancing around.

The Tribulation clouds faded.

There wasn't any other single living being under the sky.

The 2 million demonized people's bodies and souls were thoroughly collected between the fiends and devils without leaving anything behind.

The only thing left uncleaned was the icy ocean water, which was now dyed red in blood.

Gu Qing Shan was suddenly surprised.

A line of glowing words appeared on the War God UI.

[Projection realm Tribulation, completed]

He seemed to have broken through some sort of door, or to be precise, recognized by the Laws of heaven and earth, as Gu Qing Shan's internal spirit energy began to increase.

Within the Laws of heaven and earth, every time a cultivator breaks through a realm, their life essence will take a leap forward.

-------the most obvious show of this wasn't just the fact that they became stronger, but also their lifespan greatly increased.

Naturally, other Professions also have ways to increase their practitioner's life span, but that's simply an increase in lifespan.

While a cultivator's existence itself undergoes evolution in every aspect.

This was a great increase that bypassed the limit of natural Laws.

Which was why the worlds test cultivators by forcing them through a Tribulation.

Gu Qing Shan closed his eyes and silently felt the changes inside his body.

His maximum Soul Point limit was increased to 600.

His total spirit energy reserve was doubled.

His lifespan was now 2000 years.

His inner sight was now much stronger, doubling the area it could cover while at the same time allowing him to monitor even tiny changes like the process of how a snowflake was formed.

"Projection realm…"

Gu Qing Shan sighed satisfyingly.

Finally, I've caught up to Shifu's steps, and I've reached the heights where she stands.
I am now a Projection realm cultivator.

Out of nowhere, an intense pulling force acted on him.

Gu Qing Shan's expression changed.

Then he realized something.

"Chao Yin sword, you're responsible for guarding me, if anything unexpected happens, freely use my Soul Points to protect me and escape" he quickly said.

The Chao Yin sword appeared from the void of space, giving an affirmative 'wu wu' sound.

With the short time he had, Gu Qing Shan tapped his Inventory Bag and took out a few single-use defensive formations.

Lights of various colors erupted.

In just the blink of an eye, the formation plates were all activated!

Gu Qing Shan took out a cushion and sat down.

"Earth sword, Shannu, come with my soul form!"

「 Sure 」the Earth sword replied.
"Yes, gongzi" Shannu replied.

Gu Qing Shan closed his eyes.

Immediately, the intense pulling force could be felt clearly from the void of space.

His soul vessel left his body, flew to the air and directly entered the space vortex.

His two swords flew close to his soul vessel as they travelled.

The ice layer once again returned to silence.

Gu Qing Shan sat still on the cushion with both eyes closed, unmoving.

The Chao Yin sword hovered by his side, silently protecting him.

Time slowly passed.

At some point, a glorious light appeared from a ripple in the void of space.

A clear chiming female voice came, singing faintly:
『 Jiǎojiǎo bái jū, zài bǐ kōnggǔ. Shēng chú yī shù, qí rén rú yù. 』(TN: The same poem from ch282)

The singing voice slowly faded before it couldn't be heard anymore.

A beautiful black-clothed girl came out from the void of space.

She lightly floated down to the ghost army's camp.

『 Ara? A formation? 』

The black-clothed girl reached out her hand in surprise, trying to touch something in the air.

A seven-colored light immediately came out.

『 Perhaps it would be useful for others, but for us Tianma… 』

The black-clothed girl smiled lightly as her body flashed.

She appeared inside the camp.

She slowly walked closer to Gu Qing Shan as she observed him, then asked: 『 You've just finished breaking through, so you're now solidifying your realm? 』

Gu Qing Shan didn't reply.

"Ooongg----!!"

The Chao Yin sword suddenly let out a threatening noise.

It came forward to defend Gu Qing Shan.

It was now that the black-clothed girl noticed it was there.

『 You should have already met me, I'm Li Yang 』the black-clothed girl said.

After thinking briefly, she added: 『 Don't worry, I won't do anything to him 』

"Oong…"

The Chao Yin sword let out a hesitant 'wu wu' noise but still didn't move away.

Empress Li Yang finally noticed something wasn't right.

She looked at Gu Qing Shan and carefully sensed him.

『 Ah? His soul isn't here------- to leave his body at such an unsafe location, was he in a hurry to do something? 』Empress Li Yang asked in shock.

"Oong!"

The Chao Yin sword nodded with its hilt.

Empress Li Yang understood.

Something really must've happened.

She asked the Chao Yin sword: 『 I understand, his body is currently at its weakest moment, so you're protecting him? 』

The Chao Yin sword nodded with its hilt again.

Empress Li Yang said: 『 Don't worry, I won't get any closer 』

She waved her hand to take out a bamboo chair, sitting down on the spot.

"Oong?" the Chao Yin sword asked.

『 It's nothing, I'm afraid that you might not be able to protect him well enough on your own, so I'll stay here to guard him as well 』Li Yang explained.

The Chao Yin sword returned to silence, no longer letting out any sounds.

It recognized her goodwill.

But it didn't leave the area around Gu Qing Shan either.

Li Yang sat across from Gu Qing Shan, silently watching him.

She was paying close attention in all directions, just in case something might happen.

A few moments later.

There truly weren't any other living beings in the area.

Li Yang slowly calmed down.

She giggled deprecatingly and muttered: 『 A Tianma is guarding a human against harm, even if I say it no one's going to believe it 』

Very naturally she looked at Gu Qing Shan.

After a few moments, her eyes became gentle.

Then she quickly turned away awkwardly.

The Chao Yin sword noticed everything.

It suddenly remembered a certain sword and what it was taught.

After that, the Chao Yin sword lightly swung its hilt and made a decision.

------it maintained an alert state, but silently hid into the void of space, no longer visible at a glance.

Time kept passing.

The snowflakes fluttered as they fell from above.

The blood-red ocean water was quickly covered up bit by bit by the pure white snow.

Everything had ended on this vast frozen wasteland.

The world maintained its silence.

Only a single black-clothed girl was seriously staying on alert for anything that might happen around a devastated military camp.

At certain points in time, she quickly stole some glances at the man sitting across from her.

She remained here.

She was guarding him. 
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      "Have you heard? The president is letting us have a week's leave again!"
      "Oh my gosh, does that mean that she's going to make another show-stopping invention?"
      "What will it be this time?"
  While the employees were whispering, my assistant was scurrying around the place. It takes me to do an impulsive decision to put the whole company on lockdown so that I can construct and build in peace.
  What differentiates us from other companies was the fact that I actually build the products that my company sells. When I want to invent something new, I need to have a clear head so clearing out the company is a way to take out the noise.
  In the lobby, I sat down on a seat with a drawing tablet and stylist and seemed to be drawing something. They knew not to dare go near me. How they knew? Well, it was simple. When I was inventing, I wore a pearl-white lab coat and put my long black hair up into a ponytail. My grandfather used to tell me that was the way to get into the zone.
  I then smiled when I finally finished sketching the preliminary design and smiled proudly at my work. I then took out my system phone and sighed with relief.
    "No more tasks..." Sunny's face popped up, grinning per usual.
    "You're lucky! The operators haven't sent any down yet! Must be because your life is so uneventful now!"
  Okay, I could almost take that as an insult. I surveyed over my design and immediately rose out of my chair, making some people shiver at my deep concentrated stare. I was an imposing person who was fearless when it came to others. I never let myself become intimidating and in return became intimidating myself.
   "Sunny? Why is there a notification in the Gacha icon?"
   He chuckled and I watched as he travelled back and pointed towards it, as excited as usual. He flew around the Gacha icon and was quite to tell me what it would do.
   "The Gacha pull is a feature where you can pull real-life objects from here."
   I'm a billionaire who owns a company. What could this system offer me that I can't get myself? I think that they didn't expect me to get this far...
   "I know what you're thinking. 'Wow, I've got all of this money so why should it be of use to me?' Well, Miss Smarty Pants, you can also pull enchanted items." he said and I immediately clicked onto the icon.
   Enchanted items... like armour from video games? No, I'm not fighting monsters nor am I in a world who needs it. Well, apart from cosplay of course. The app opened up and I got met with a huge wheel of fortune.
   Sunny quickly flew around the screen and gestured towards the 'Roll One' button and the 'Boost Luck' button. 
   "Okay, so here are the rules." he declared, trying to sound as professional as possible. "The more difficult the task you complete, the bigger luck roll you will have. You can increase the luck of your pull by recycling items that were previously pulled from the Gacha. You got yourself a free 50% luck spin from completing all of those tasks yesterday. Try it out!"

This book has been deleted. Forget that it ever existed :).



I walked further inside the clothing store followed by Coco Adel. I didn't know how to feel about this meeting.

"What are you looking for exactly? Something casual, cool, tomboyish, special, smart, flirty or between?" Coco put her right hand on her hip while smiling at me.

What language is this woman speaking... "Casual is fine."

Coco looked me up and down for a moment. "Just sit down there for a second, okay?" 

I nodded at the girl before sitting down on a black chair near shoe area.

I looked left and right seeing all kinds of clothes meant for women. There was a lot of young girls looking at them. It seemed like some of them were secretly giving me glances.

Feeling bored I started to practice the flower summoning skill I got previously.


I felt my aura and tried moving it. Soon the tip of my finger had pink glow. This is easier than I thought.

The way I had to manipulate aura to form flowers was quite unique. It was like trying to speak using aura. I could make noise, but it didn't sound like the word I wanted to say.

So I should first learn how to speak? How should I do that. I know what I need to do, but don't know how to do it.

It seems I need to practice more how to control my aura to make it speak how I want it to.

I stopped seeing the stylish girl coming back with bundle of clothes. "This is the first set. Try them on." First set, there is more?

"The changing room is here, come I'm sure they will look great on you." I followed Coco as she showed me a changing room with curtain in front of it.

I stepped inside the white room with single bench, big mirror and clothes hanger. I saw Coco smiling confidently as I moved the red curtain to block her view.

Now lets see what she found.

...

..

Little while later, I stepped out seeing Coco's smile turn into a proud grin.

"You look stunning." I nodded turning little to see myself in a mirror mounted on pillar near us.

I saw a beautiful girl with pink hair an deep pink eyes... as usual. The clothes Coco picked for me were mostly white. White high heels and white socks that ends just below my knees. My white thighs are open for all to see. How scandalous...

Coco had picked white jeans shorts with black ribbons hanging from both sides. I turned around feeling they were kinda lewd with how they shaped my butt for all to see.

I pushed the white shirt inside my jeans while adjusting the pastel brown wool coat that reached to my knees. 

"Just need this... and done." Coco put something around my neck. I lifted it seeing it was some kind of black cross. only it was hanging tilted shaping like X.

"Mmm... not bad." I titled my head seeing the young woman in sunglasses nodding to herself.

"Okay and next are this." Coco suddenly pulled another bundle of clothes from somewhere. "Wha..." I yelped as Coco pushed me back inside the changing room while pulling the curtain to hide me.

...

Did I perhaps make mistake somewhere. I looked at the bundle of clothes in my hands before sighing. This won't take too long... I hope?

...

..

.

_♡_♡_♡_♡_♡_

Finally...

I shuddered seeing mirror near the shopkeeper while I was waiting for my turn to pay the big lump of clothes I was carrying along with Coco beside me.

"So you free after this?" I looked at the girl beside me, now looking at me, while lowering her sunglasses for me to see her deep chocolate eyes.

"I'm free..." 

"Cool, Let's hang out, okay?" Coco smiled while not seemingly even considering me refusing.

Well... I was free and I kinda liked the company of the girl. She was little arrogant and overbearing yes, but also kind and pleasant person to spend time overall. 

I would have been hesitant to pick so many clothes to even try on my own. The word embarrassment however wasn't in her vocabulary seemingly. I almost stated coughing when she used her hip to push another girl aside while taking last article of a cloth she wanted me to try. I grinned at that yes.

"Sure." I smiled at the girl little making her smile turn beaming.

"That will be 22 000 Lien, Miss." I blinked hearing how much.

... well I kinda excepted that. I paid it without blinking not wanting all Coco's help go to waste. And I had now three different set of clothes at least?

That is 220 tokens though...

So many spins...

"Primrose wanna throw this clothes to your place before going if it's not too far?"

I nodded at Coco waking from my thoughts. "Yes it's the Vale Hotel not too far."

"Oh that place, you on a vacation here?" Coco carried two of the paper bags with my clothes in them as I carried the two other.

"Yes... permanent vacation on Vale." Not sure how to go back... and if I did, would I still be Primrose? Hey mom! I'm girl now. *shudder*

"Haha..." I felt Coco pumping into my side little while laughing pleasantly. "How can you be on permanent vacation?"

"By not going back?" I smirked too.

"Seems reasonable." Coco hummed little.

"Here it is." I dropped the bags on floor for a moment to open the hotel room. Lettin Coco inside.

Coco looked around noting that I had nearly zero personal items in my room.

"... why do you have only black rubber duck here?"

I turned seeing the duck with angry expression on it looking from the table.

"Mr. quack?"

"What?" I bet this was the moment Coco learned I was little weird too, but it's already too late!

"Haha... just kidding. I didn't have much with me when coming to Vale." I smiled with little sadness mixed in.

"Can I ask about it?" I looked at the beautiful girl sitting on chair turned towards me organizing the clothes I had just bought.

"Well... It was sudden exile and loss of earlier connections. I will start over in Vale." I have no other choice really.

"I'm sorry for your loss." I nodded at the girl.

"It's fine." I smiled while feeling happy overall with the current situation. I could make a new friend here perhaps?

"Have you already found what you want to do here?" I tilted my head little.

"I sang at a concert yesterday?" Coco blinked seemingly trying to process what I just said.

"What?" Not inputting it huh.

I brought out my scroll finally having found a way to access other apps than the ones forced down my throat by the gacha.

I soon clicked a mytube app open showing a currently trending video of a Vale Summer Night concert from yesterday.

I patted the place next to me on bed. Making little room as Coco sat beside me our tights touching.

I pushed the play button soon seeing familiar stage with countless people cheering at an artist singing. As the artist walked away a familiar Grey haired woman in black dress started to speak on mic.

'And here comes our last singer, a surprise addition. Let's listen as Miss Primrose sings us a song full of youth!' The event MC showed a beaming smile full of white teeth.

I looked to my side seeing Coco watching mouth little open. Hehe...

Soon I walked to the stage making Coco take a double take on me and the video before continuing to watch as the band started playing.

Then I sang.

'They see you as small and helpless,
They see you as just a child,
Surprised when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild!'

...

..

.

"That was awesome! How did you get so good at singing? No how did you suddenly get into Vale Summer Night. Not every popular artist even get the chance to enter the event?" Coco had turned around completely at this point sitting cross legged towards me.

"I was dragged into it by an event organizer because the last artist didn't make it." It was something like that? Mrs. Mavis hasn't contacted me since... Well it was yesterday. So who knows? It was kind of cool to be honest.

"The adrenaline was crazy when I was singing at the stage." I grinned.

"Like finding your favorite clothes maker new season clothes on shop display?" What?

"Well... with little more fire and beating grimm with bare handed adrenaline?" I tilted my head not really knowing what I was saying. Seeing Coco nodding I decided to forget it.

"Anyway that was cool and I know where we are going to go hangout." I looked at the smiling girl. "Let's go to karaoke, my treat." 

I nodded smiling. "Sure."

...

..

.

Reaching the class of genius, Elijah saw a tall building. There he could see several students in potions shop, classes, an arena and all kinds of places, it even had a beach! this building was more of a city than anything else.

  For those who were in the genius class they were free to study, cultivate or anything they wanted to do inside here, they didn't need to leave the academy like the common students to go to the city and every floor had several class for different years, the 1st and 2nd floor were for the first years, the 3rd and 4th were for the second years and so on. 

 For the academic calendar of the common class in the academy, every week they had classes from Monday to Friday with only the weekend free.      

 As far as Elijah knew, the magical classrooms were on the west side of the first floor. There he searched the entire section and can not find a class for his affinities, until he saw a wooden door hidden in the corner of his eyes and for a strange reason drew him there. Elijah opened the door and asked in a curious voice.

"There is someone here?"

 As no one has answered he came in anyway. 

 There he saw a dusty room with several gadgets and things he had never seen before to see a small glass object the size of a hand at the front and with a double crossed swords logo behind. Finding there is something strange within this object, he looked several times until he found a small button on the sides of that object.

 Pressing the button, the glass screen suddenly lit up and the strange object made a noise that startled Elijah, causing him to drop the object and a voice raised behind him.

"Hey boy, your parents haven't teach you to not invade other people places and began touching things?"

Seeing he had been caught, Elijah turned and bowed.

"I'm sorry mister, this object had caught my attention and i had forgot where i was."

The man extended his to the object Elijah had dropped.

"This? Haha, this is one of my experiments. It is called smartphone or mobile phone and it is something from where I came from. You can have it if you want, it has a special type of battery I created using energy crystals, making the battery lasting an entire year before having to recharge. It has 13 Exabytes which is about 13 million terabytes. This phone is using the spatial pocket app created using spatial magic it's possible to store objects and even some of it's components... Ah sorry, I had become a bit more excited than normal and began talking about things you won't understand. I'm Damian Lang, a technology teacher."

Elijah hadn't understand anything Damian had said and only recovering his senses after Damian had introduced himself.

"I'm Elijah Branches, and what do you mean by technology teacher?"

 Then Damian turned to Elijah, and he could finally see Damian's face. He looked to be about 25 or 26 years old but he felt it was more on him than the eye could see.

 Even though Elijah looked like a 16-year-old and considered handsome, he was still a 10-year-old boy. Damian, however, had a height of more than 1.7 meters, along with a pair of strong arms, but he was a bit thin. 

 Wearing a white coat and the glasses covering his blue eyes gave him an air of intelligence and a finishing touch.

 "First, you must already noticed that i'm not from this world, I came from a far away place called Earth."

 "Earth?"

"Yes, but your kind call my world by Midgard. There I was a university professor and after some things happened and I fell down here from the tree you call Yggdrasil and discovered that other worlds, magic and gods existed ... So after knowing that I could not go back I decided to use the my knowledge and combining it with magic to create a new kind of magic, but from what you can see, no one had been interested with my class... "
 
 As Damian continued to speak, his tone was growing thinner until his eyes lit up and he looked at Elijah.

"You must be the one the teachers had talked about before with the perfect affinity right? Why do not you become my student so I can pass on my knowledge to you?"

"You want to teach me about this so called technology?" Elijah asked.

Damian stopped his steps, standing quietly in front of Elijah. "Are you willing?"

 Elijah naturally stopped too, raising his head to look at the man in front of him and watched closely. He did not open his mouth, he was thinking if it was worth accepting this man as his teacher.

Damian saw Elijah staring at him, and he smiled. "As I thought, you're really a smart kid."

 Damian knew the reason Elijah hadn't said anything was basically. "I don't even know what your class teaches exactly, so why should I recognize you as my teacher?" 

 Then he took the smartphone from floor and after sliding his finger on the screen several times, he pointed the phone to a chair beside him and the chair suddenly disappeared and the icon of a chair appeared on the smartphone screen.

"This is what I'm offering, so what do you say?"

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A successful game that everyone knows is called a national game and a failed game is named as a failed national game.
In Korea, there is no national game but there is a failed national game.
About 10 years ago, one game was launched.
Mobile RPG 'Player Master High School', also known as 'PMH'.
The present world transformed due to colliding with outbreeds.
 
A master school raised players with special talents.
 
It was a mobile RPG that had school as a background, and it was about controlling various characters to proceed with the story and clearing quests.
Before the opening, PMH would make headlines from the beginning. marking the highest development costs and marketing costs ever in the gaming industry.
The opening song was sung by a talented singer who ranked high on the music charts.
The commercial song which aired primetime on cable TV, comprehensive channels, and public channels.
Posters were attached to buses, bus stops, trains, and platform doors.
 
Banner and video advertisements were located on search engines.
 
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that half of the citizens saw PMH's advertisement.
'I've found the game of my life.'
I thought that as I was one of the 3 million users who pre-registered.
The day after the College Entrance Exam, PMH began its service.
Since I became free after the college entrance exam, I started the game with 3 million users from the first day of service.
However, PMH became a failed game for life for many gamers.
The game balance was a mess, including its characters, skills, and items.
The bugs weren't fixed, and the number increased day by day.
The controlling difficulty was so terrible and uncertain that it would drive users away from the game or piss them off.
There was little compensation with the repeating mundane routine that did not have an auto feature.
Not to mention, there was a lack of a multiplayer feature other than 'Request for help to other players' where other features were for single players.
The store was bombarded with low ratings and comments were filled with criticism and curses.
 
However, fans who were loyal to the game persisted.
 
It was full of faults, but the game had good features as well.
Beautiful high-quality illustration.
Character rendering that is similar to the illustration and in-game graphics.
Detailed and attractive character plot.
The maniacs couldn't let go of the game.
However, that didn't last long.
A story plot with no hope destroyed the mania's mentality.
[Let's get a refund for this crappy game since its opening.]
[I'm leaving as the character I raised, teachers, and all my friends all. If you managed to get a refund, please share your experience. I will reward you.]
[I'm ready to leave this game as my characters were raided. You guys should leave as well. I understand, but I wish people who want refunds to die.]
[I tried to quit the game and I received a notification to join the army. Is that a benefit?]
[The story plot is so lame. I feel like suffocating. Dropping!]
[I'm not staying long. Quitting. I want to go back to before playing this game.]
[Donating the manager position for this forum. If there is no application within 3 days, I will give it to someone randomly and will withdraw.]
After the story proceeded where the characters were slaughtered, a forum that shared unofficial information for PMH failed and the manias left the forum.
Afterward, this incidence was named as the 'Collapse of PMH Mania.'
There was a rumor present in the gaming community.
'You shouldn't even encounter the maniacs of PMH.'
PMH was a failed game that would be recorded in-game history.
Only the game producers and weirdos play the game and those two groups are dangerous so you shouldn't encounter them.
 
However, I was considered a geek and I repeatedly played and quit the game.
As the story was updated, playable characters and other people died miserably.
The characters who survived suffered from mental breakdowns.
Still, I persisted to read the upcoming story.
'I will really stop if another character dies.'
At that moment, I really thought that.
However, I couldn't quit the game although dozens of characters died afterward.
After some time, I wasn't even quitting the game.
Even after I joined the army, I continued to play in my free time where I was allowed to use my phone for 3 hours.
"Hey man."
"Yes, Private Jo. Did you call me?"
"What game do you play?"
"…..It's called Player Master High School."
The dorm became silent all of sudden.
Sergeant Choi who was holding a remote control in one hand and a phone in another opened his mouth.
Sergeant Choi talked to me while looking at me as if I were diving my head into the ground.
"Huh, what a pitiful guy."
I was treated as a pitiful guy until I was discharged.
Until Sergeant Choi was discharged, I was treated as, 'Don't bother to deal with the pitiful guy,' so I had a relatively easy life in the army.
Annoying Corporal, I mean, Corporal Gye became Sergeant Gye and he consistently annoyed me until he was discharged.
After a few years, I really became a pitiful person.
"You are at the late stage for lung cancer."
I didn't know what I was hearing just now.
It wasn't something a gamer who couldn't buy a cigarette would hear due to in-app purchases.
"It's rare, but there are cases where you wouldn't experience any symptoms until the late stage."
The doctor also commented, 'There are many people who get lung cancer despite being a nonsmoker.'
Afterward, the doctor added more comments.
Half of the comments that the doctor said flew out of my ears.
The conversation I managed to understand are as follows:
At the earliest, I may die in 6 months.
If I get treatment and become healthier, I may expect to live for more than 3 years.
Even if insurance is applied, without a job, I cannot afford to pay for the hospital bills for a long period of time.
I told the doctor that I'd think about it and never visited the hospital again.
I graduated high school after losing my parents in middle school and stayed at relative's house.
I graduated from university after repeating many leaves of absence to earn money.
I stayed out for 1 year without a job after surrendering a job opportunity which the professor provided to someone with a connection.
Last month, I managed to successfully get a job after living as a part-timer.
I took a medical examination because I needed documents for a job interview and I received a limited life sentence.
Although there were hard times, the life that was worth living would end up soon.
I became a crippled person addicted to games.
Before, I was an ordinary gamer who had a normal social life.
However, now I quit all interpersonal activities and productive activities while looking at a smartphone with hollow eyes inside a small room.
I became a person addicted to games.
'One of the reasons why I got cancer is due to this game.'
I lamented that I had gotten cancer while playing PMH.
But then, even now while I'm dying from cancer, I'm still playing the game.
Recently, the coughs became worse.
I coughed blood about two or three times a day.
Sometimes, my body would experience so much pain that I couldn't fall asleep.
The painkiller sold at the pharmacy didn't help at all.
'Am I going to die soon?'
It was fine when I was playing the game but when there was maintenance, I only thought of death.
I tried to refresh the page for game news to think about something else.
The main article changed.
[Anticipated update the final chapter of Mobile RPG PMH today!]
Regardless of death, an explicative came out.
I pressed the article and left a comment.
[jo2god111: Why is the update of this failed game on the main article? What successful game? If you have money to give to journalists, remove the bugs, and improve the game.]
Within a few minutes, there was a comment below my comment.
[kye777ing: For real. The failing PMH game still hasn't closed its services. I don't hang out with those who play this game.]
It was true that PMH was a failing game.
However, I felt angry after hearing insults related to families.
If you are going to insult someone, you should insult only those who play the game.
If you had to insult someone, the person who plays the game should insult one of the rotten mindsets as a person addicted to games.
I impulsively added a comment.
[jo2god111: You are harsh. Are you criticizing after playing the game?]
Then, people were eating me up below my comment.
[zxYJ0008xz: What are you jo2god111, are you sick?]
[kye777ing: Are you nuts? Read what you wrote again.]
[dudtn90: Don't pay attention to this weirdo.]
[rkrehrl12: Let's be careful with what we say (harsh curse). Mmm, there is no subject.]
It was a comment that I made but it was crappy.
Soon, the comments were filled with half of them insulting the game, and half of them criticizing me.
I couldn't give a proper rebuttal and I turned off the feed after the maintenance was over.
'I will die after seeing the ending...'
I laid down in a small bed and turned the PMH app on to proceed with the update.
While the update file was downloading, I took out the files and concept book.
I printed out A4 papers of strategies and put them together as a file.
It was eight books of detailed concepts with more than 500 pages in each book.
I put it under the bed so I could read it at any time.
As I was reading while lifting the concept book with comments for strategy, the update was completed.
'Is it over now?'
The 6 months which the doctor told me passed a long time ago.
In a situation where I don't know when I will die, time and stamina were more valuable than gold.
I was pouring all of that energy into the game.
A fierce fight for hours was over.
'It's over.'
It was such a bad ending with no hope and mercy.
Overall, I couldn't get anything and no one was saved.
'White Tiger' was my best character until the final boss.
He lost everything due to an evil scenario writer and died cruelly.
'Those asshole scenario writers.'
I thought it was fine to encounter any bad endings.
Instead, I may feel jealous if there is a happy ending while I'm going to die soon.
However, that was the wrong idea.
I may have expected a happy ending.
As the story was hard to read, I dropped and rejoined repeatedly but it wasn't because I was a masochist who enjoyed pain.
If I was, I wouldn't feel miserable like this.
'I couldn't let go of this game because I expected a happy ending.'
As I have a limited lifetime, I barely realized it after clearing this game.
However, the game was over.
All the playable characters died miserably.
Also, I will die soon.
I force closed the game and threw the phone to the side.
Ring!
Then, I heard an alarm sound as if someone was complaining.
It was an alarm from PMH.
<You can obtain a reward for clearing the final chapter. Please check your inbox.>
'…Reward for clearing the final chapter?'
PMH was criticized for managing the game crappily.
They didn't even send advertisement or update notifications, so what was this all of sudden?
'It must be a crappy reward.'
I didn't expect it but I was curious.
I should see it.
It was a mindset of a person with a game addiction under the control of gaming companies.
While thinking like that, I opened the app while looking dead.
However, as I opened the gift box on the main screen, the screen froze.
No matter how long I waited, the screen didn't move.
Force close didn't work.
I tried to turn off the phone but I couldn't.
Since the battery was installed inside, I couldn't disconnect the battery either.
'Wow, another bug! Gosh, eww."
When I opened my mouth, a cough came out.
That was the end of the game which I played for almost 10 years.
There was a futile feeling due to the ending. It lacked seriousness.
I had a long playtime and less stamina due to my illness.
My body started to deteriorate quickly.
Cough, puke, cough, cough...
Soon, it sounded like shouts rather than coughs.
It sounded like shouting from a person right before death.
I thought there was saliva and I wiped my mouth but my hands turned red.
<You have been connected to a universe beyond imagination. Screening connected player's suitability.>
Beyond....what?
I started to hear things.
Dangerous.
It must be really time for me to die.
<Screening complete. Selected player 'Jo Euishin' is suitable for two-dimensional future innovation.>
"Hey Euishin, it's Seongheon. Are you okay?"
I heard Seongheon Cheon, who was in charge of managing the private rooms knocking on the door.
Due to coughing sounds, other residents may have complained.
There must be many people like me, so from next week on, there would be a spot available at the hospice.
If I don't die today, I may have to enter while laying down in front of a hospital room.
It will be a burden for Seongheon and other residents.
<Proceeding with dimensional synchronization and transforming for suitable two-dimensional future innovation 'Jo Euishin'. Ten seconds until completion.>
Seongheon, who was a junior in my university, used to hang out with me.
After meeting as a manager and tenant in a private room, his attitude stayed the same.
Instead of the food meals which I treated him to, he used to give me cough medicine and snacks.
He was an excessive person for someone who was about to die.
I prepared things in case I died suddenly inside the room.
If the funeral is over, there was some leftover money and my last will.
I wrote Seongheon's name on the envelope.
<8...7...>
I need to say I'm fine but I can't.
I kept hearing things and I was coughing out blood so it was a mess.
At least I tried to close my mouth to minimize the noise.
However, as the coughs intensified, the sounds grew louder.
Cough, cough, cough, puke, cough!
Seongheon knocked on the thin door.
"Euishin, open the door!"
Seongheon seemed to be looking for keys and I heard the noise of metal clinking a few times and the lock opened.
<2...1...0>
As soon as the door opened, a white light came into my vision.

When he cleared the final chapter of the national network game, he became an unnamed supporting actor in the game.
Unable to measure outside of the standard, an unknown grade, an EX-class supporting actor.

"Dun-dun-dun, please pick me up~ you got a call, call, call~"

What can you do when you're up against something as supernatural as ghosts?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

If you have no salt, no holy water, no bible, no talisman, no sage and no internet (the phone he had had no app to access the internet and only the phone and text app could be interacted with); then the next best thing to do is ignore it.

Or pray.

Praying will help you feel more at ease and empowered.

The things Gu Musheng had learned while watching those paranormal investigators was that entities like these feed off of energy. From humans, negative energy such as fear and anger would make them more powerful. 

So it was best to not be afraid. But that's a difficult thing to do especially when humans are prone to fearing the unknown.

"Dun-dun-dun, please pick me up~ you got a call, call, call~"

Also it was hard not to get annoyed with a jingle that repeated itself with no end.

"Dun-dun-dun, please pick me up~ you got a call, call, call~"

Really really hard.

"...you got a call, call, call~"

So hard that Gu Musheng could not resist answering the phone to end the noise.

".....huh? Oh, oh, oh! You picked up? H—"
And he hung up once more. He wasn't going to fall for those phone ghost traps.

Or maybe he did because he already answered and accepted the calls... He was probably going to die, or who knows, maybe he was already dead.

Well who cares, he was in a strange place, being bothered by a phone ghost. If he was going to die, he promised that he'd turn into a vengeful spirit and beat the phone ghost up!

"Dun-dun-dun, please pick me up~ you got a call, call, call~"

He answered the call.

"Wait wait wait don—" And then he hung up.

"Dun-dun-dun, please pick me up~ you got a call—" Answer.

"Don't hang up—" He ended the call.

"Dun-dun-dun, please pick—" Answer.

"Thisisn'tascamcallorapranknoramIghost!!!" Then he—

The finger that was about to press on the end call button paused.

"ReallyreallyI'mnot!...eh? I'm still on? Good! QAQ"

"Speak." Spoke Gu Musheng, his tone stern. And at this moment, he sounded like a bonifide CEO... 

...of a drama.

"Oh wonderful dear, please don't hang up! My metaphorical fingers hurt from pressing the call button over and over. Wuwuwu."

"Get to the point."

"Ah? Getting, getting! So um, what I was trying to say was: Congratulations! You've been randomly chosen as the super lucky lottery winner! Rejoice human! As you get a free super relaxing easy job! It's extremely easy—"

"I'm hanging up, don't call me again." What kind of nonsense was this? Not a scammer? Not a prank? Saying "rejoice human" and expecting said human to expect you to be human as well? Isn't this dropping the vest?

"No no no don't! I'm required to say all this! Just let me finish and I'll tell you everything you want to know!!"

"Everything?" Gu Musheng said slowly, full of unknown intention.

"Yes yes! Everything!"

Like a bored King waving off his minister, "Well then, continue."

"It's an extremely easy job! In fact, you can take it as a long vacation! You can do it in any position! All you have to do is just exist and look pretty! And it's all free with benefits applicable! No need to pay for travel fares or any of that nonsense, nor is there any need to be anyone but yourself! So what do you say human? Yes, you will agree?"

With a very enthusiastic tone, sounding oddly like one of those commercials saying "buy now and get another two products free". It sounded like a trap, but Gu Musheng went with it.

"If I accept this... job. Will I be completely free  and hidden from blood related acquaintances?"

The voice on the other side froze as if unsure and asked, "Can you please clarify?"

"Will my Mother and brother be able to contact me? If so, I will not take this job."

"Oh oh, if it's about that, then no worries. They won't be able to contact you anymore. You're already dead~"

Gu Musheng froze. Eyes twitching he glared straight ahead.

Unbelievable. He didn't even get to finish watching his drama!

"Hello? Are you still there? Darling? Dear? Oh no, did I break him?"

Deep breaths, Gu Musheng told himself and then with an oddly wide smile.

"So about those benefits..."

Gu Musheng did not understand what had happened. 

One moment he was blankly watching a k-drama and the next thing he woke up with people frozen around him. An entity that called itself System 644 had told him that he was the randomly chosen, super lucky lottery winner and as such was given (read: forcefully- this! Is! Kidnapping!) an easy job and a high-ranking system. 

“Just stand there and look pretty” so the entity told him. 

In other words, he was to be a vase, a pretty pretty flower vase.

This was something he could do, no problem. Gu Musheng nodded. The system also promised benefits like little golden fingers to make life easier and overall just a very very very (important things must be repeated thrice) smooth fulfilling life as a vase.

But... why won’t the people around him, just. Let. Him. Be. A. Vase??????! QAQ

Female lead please don’t drag me into your love life! 

Male lead I’m telling you, I have no redeeming qualities! I’m an ordinary pretty person just meant to beautify the background!

I ! Am ! Just ! A ! Vase !

And you random bystander X, don’t randomly upgrade into a villain and aim for world domination!

Ahhhhhh this one will become a broken vase soon! (Read: IM FRICKEN GONNA REBEL!)

Gu Musheng: System... didn’t you tell me to just stand there and look pretty? Look, look, I’m not to blame! QAQ

System 644: ... ORZ it’s not your fault ah.

Tears streamed down the face of a child, clutching its mother's arm to its chest. It was a child almost mature, but faced with such tragedy, a child nonetheless. The mother laid motionless, a flowerbed of crimson blooming all over her body.
There stood an evil darkness, looming over the floor-bound duo, breaking apart the very world of normalcy that had previously reigned over the scene. Its misshapen claws dripped with a foul-smelling, congealed liquid, its endless rows of teeth scraping against one another.
Against the backdrop of well-lit walls and cozy furniture, this presence radiated an indomitable dread. It possessed no heart, only dozens of crooked limbs and a malformed maw. No equal resembled it in nature, its whole, black appearance screamed abnormality.
Mere moments earlier, a beast of this caliber would be ridiculed as strange fantasy. Yet, here it stood, barging into the life of a happy family and tearing it to shreds.
The child cried, "Mom! Please! This isn't happening!" It grasped the wrist of its mother tightly, feeling the faintest of pulses throbbing within it. "This isn't real! This--can't be real!"
Unfortunately, not even the bawling of an infant could move a heart that doesn't exist. The leering blasphemy of evil raised its mighty talons, ready to strike and feast upon its mournful prey.
Before it could, however, a parent's heart forever stopped beating.
Silence.
Counterintuitively, the waterfall of tears subsided. No one cried or sobbed anymore, for all the youth within that room had died.
It felt as if time had stopped, a broken husk slowly accepting its fate of being devoured alive by a monster from beyond the veil of observable space. Except, the person that sat there accepted nothing.
Alongside remorse and hatred, a desire boiled deep within them. A desire to destroy this heinous monstrosity, to show it the same kindness it had shown in return, and to protect the innocence of Humanity from its kind.
A desire that was answered.
Like a torpedo, a blinding flash of scarlet burst forth from the heavens, piercing through a nearby window and into the beast's odious gullet.
A silver rapier, newly embedded where the light had struck, symbolised the death of the person who had watched their mother die. Theirs was now a new name, etched into the metal handle.
Clementia.
Without hesitation, the ALICE reborn rushed to her feet. Giving no quarter, she tore the blade free of its target's innards, jabbing it again and again into the monster's formless body. Her ferocious battle cry joined a series of terrible shrieks, creating a wild cacophony of death.
It bled. Vile shades of purple covered everything nearby in a thin coat of viscous sludge, including the two humans. As a last ditch attempt, the creature brought all of its clawed limbs barreling towards its assailant in a frenzied fury, rage dominating instinct.
Clementia ducked, diving to the floor with a pained grunt. This move let her narrowly escape demise, bearing witness to a brutal suicide. In its last moments, the being, previously untouchable, rent itself apart, cutting its body into two-limbed slices.
Doused in a thick film of sludge, the remaining combatant breathed heavily on the floor. She wiped her face with her hand, gradually accepting all the facts of what just transpired. She had known despair, experienced the fragility of life, but she survived.
Deep inside, she still hoped that she could wake up, that she wouldn't have to bury her own mother, but the coldness of the steel she held spoke otherwise. Yes, it was thanks to a miracle that she outlived the curse, a miracle as surreal as that very curse itself. Inspecting the rapier, it appeared quite ordinary. Aside from the etching, it stood out for its sheen and intricate, vine-like guard, all easily explainable as above competent craftsmanship. Its entrance, however, remained an utter mystery.
"Did I really use it to... kill that thing?" Clementia questioned herself. In the heat of the moment, everything became a temporary haze, one that she scarcely remembered already. In the 24th century, could such things really happen? Because of Earth's situation, aliens were out of the question, unless...
The girl rose to her feet, closing her eyes on the way to the broken window. Thankfully, slippers protected her feet from the shattered pieces of glass scattered around, allowing for a relatively safe trip. Once the fresh breeze whizzed by and caressed her face, Clementia braced herself and looked to the sky.
"Oh, guess not," she muttered. The sky remained as it had her whole life, grey and chaotic. Above the clouds, progressively darker layers of mobile debris blocked the majority of sunlight from reaching the planet's surface, acting the way treetops do in a forest. Some of man's greatest achievements floated there in pieces, orbiting the Earth and ironically preventing their creators from leaving it.
Currently, the shattered dreams of space travel not only painted a bleak, static future, but limited the origin of the silver sword to below the Kármán line. Clementia thought deeply, over-focusing on a singular topic as she did all too often. The idea that she wasn't the only person affected by a similar event entirely escaped her, even as her vacant stare fell upon the industrial skyscrapers looming in the distance.
Ping! 
Her head suddenly turned downward, disturbed by a beep emanating from her pocket. She reached inside, pulling out a sleek, thin smartphone. Funnily enough, consumer electronics had stopped evolving since years before her birth, put to the background as all major tech firms scrambled to fix the effects of the Grand Frontier space crash. In fact, the sacking of that fleet sent technology centuries backwards, and even now, new phone models still failed to support past glories like the internet or instant messaging.
That notification... didn't sound like a call being received. Clementia glared at the screen, inspecting her disheveled appearance in the reflection. Her hair was an absolute mess, kept short to the shoulders and now all over the place. Its orange-brown strands curled wildly, framing a teardrop-like face of approximately seventeen. Her appearance didn't come off as unusual, but carried a certain harsh beauty in its current state.
Eventually, the amber eyes unexcitedly studying themselves were covered by a thumb, tracing a complicated unlocking pattern and leaving behind a filthy purple trail. On the home screen, an unknown app stuck out immediately, bearing a strange name and icon.
"ALICEChat?" Clementia recited. Not privy to the dangers of a non-existent web and hungry for answers, she tapped on the white-yellow icon of a bow wearing silhouette, prompting a loading screen to pop up.

Welcome to ALICEChat, new user!
Please wait, downloading additional data. . . .
"Down... downloading? Did they finally..?"

Download complete!
ALICEChat was granted access to your:
  Gallery[x]
  Contacts[x]
  Soul[x]
  Location[x]
"H-hey! Don't I have any say in this at all?!"

Automatically redirecting to 2ndMillenium. . . .
Connected to room: 24thC Hangout.
  Please select username.
"This... I'm doing this for science. I killed an alien monster, some phone app isn't going to scare me! Let's see here..."
Clementia sighed, looking between the prompt and the handle of her weapon. Was that the name of its previous owner? No, somehow she knew otherwise. Nobody owned the rapier before her, and the name must therefore be her true--

You've selected: clementine
Is this correct?
"Yep."

The chat client released a cheap-sounding clapping noise, joined by a graphic of confetti spraying all over the screen. Finally appearing unobstructed, the design of the app proved to be simple and easy to navigate.
At the top, a thin menu allowed for the selection of servers, while the rest of the space was occupied by the chatroom itself. A single drop-down menu in the upper right corner let the user switch rooms and edit personal settings, their nick, profile picture and colour theme. Only one other person in "24thC" had the online tag next to their name.

Privately messaging: Merrigod.
"Hello? I'm new here."
"YEAH? FIGURES, REALLY."
"I... just watched my mother die at the hands of a monster. Then, a sword appeared and I killed it, only to be greeted with this app installing itself without a physical packet.
Should I be worried?"
"CONGRATULATIONS, YOU NOW KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE AN ALICE. GET READY FOR A SAD EXISTENCE OF LOSS AND MISERY."
"An Alice?"
"NO, DUMBASS. ALICE. IT'S CAPITAL."
"You don't need to be rude about it. It's kind of hard to tell with all the yelling you're doing."
"WOE."
"Listen, I won't annoy you for long, you're clearly not interested. Can you just explain what an ALICE is to me?"
"I'M GLAD YOU CAN SENSE VERY OBVIOUS SOCIAL CUES. FOR THAT, I'LL TELL YOU A LITTLE BIT.
AN ALICE IS CHOSEN BY THE GODS TO DESTROY EVIL AND PROTECT HUMANITY.
THE THING YOU KILLED IS CALLED A DEMON, VERY SIMPLE RIGHT?
YOU'LL BE GIVEN REVELATIONS AND GIFTS IN YOUR DREAMS.
YOUR ONLY GOAL IS TO KILL DEMONS, IT'S JUST WHAT YOU DO NOW."
"That's... quite a handful, but thank you regardless."
"DON'T MENTION IT."
"The demons are quite terrifying though, I'm not sure if I'll even be able to take on another one."
"OHOHOHOHO.
TRUST ME."

"YOU'VE SEEN -NOTHING- YET."

When faced with death and tragedy, Clementia chooses to reject despair and fight. Thanks to her actions and divine interference, she becomes an ALICE, a protector of humanity. In the dystopian 24th century, just living from day to day becomes a test of will.

I don't think he arranged it on purpose, but once again, I found myself fighting for my life. And now looking back, I think it was all part of his larger plan.
The fucking Sadist.
It took me a good few hours to finally fall into some semblance of sleep. Nightmares were now commonplace. I pictured myself stalking up and down the hotel corridors, sniffing at different doors, trying to locate warm bodies inside.
I ran along on hands and feet, returning to my quadrupedal style. I stopped now and then to check another door. My black-and-white – with pale hints of colour – vision was even able to pick up traces of heat residue left by unsuspecting people.
My prey.
I found no one this night, being overly weary because of the strange environment and unusual smells. Not the sweet-smelling outdoors, but the pungent smell of cleaning chemicals that stung my sensitive nostrils.
Suddenly, I was startled from my sleep, a loud pulsating alarm running through my body.
I sat bolt upright; my mind was all groggy from sleep. I rubbed my eyes while trying to understand what was happening – what was that blaring noise?
It was the fire alarm.
Fuck!
I could just picture him, having crawled somewhere to leave the body, and as he left the empty cocoon, the cigarette would tumble from his mouth, slowly burning on the corpse's clothing, feeding on the material, smouldering, then starting to consume the body's fat until it became an inferno. How many times had he left the body with the cigarette just hanging in the mouth at my home?
I couldn't believe how stupid he was. Or simply wicked, knowing I would have to flee once again. Was it some kind of game to him? You always hear stories about the Gods playing with mankind like they are simply pawns from a complicated chess set. Was that all I had become, a pawn?
The alarm rang loud and clear, making my ears throb painfully. I quickly grabbed my bag from the closet and swung it onto my back, leaving the wet underwear in the bathroom. I already had my clothes on, having fallen asleep on top of the sheets after he left. I always felt exhausted after being in his company.
I stood in front of the door, resting the palm of my hand against the wooden surface. If a fire was on the other side, the door would be hot. It was cold. I opened it slowly, inch by inch. If a fire was blazing down the end of the corridor, I didn't want to swing the door open and give it a rush of oxygen with which to feed it. Like most, I'd seen enough films about fires to know a little about its behaviour. The 1991 movie, Backdraft was now my survival guide.
I could hear people running up and down the outside hallway. Hopefully away from the fire.
I headed for the exit.
A young man and woman ran past me in the opposite direction, oblivious to my presences. They were both only dressed for sleep, her in a pink frilly nightgown and him in just blue pyjama bottoms. Neither had shoes on. A new-born baby bounced in the father's grasp as he held the child tight to his bare chest. The baby cried from the noise the alarm was making.
They shot past me like a stampede. I flattened myself against the wallpaper. I tried to shout at them over the blaring alarm that the exit was the other way. Both ignored me as they sped past, heading for a large fire door at the end of the hallway.
I turned to head for the lobby where I knew there was an exit. I didn't know if the door the couple was running towards headed outside, or to the stairs that led to the upper floors. No exit sign hung above the thick fire door, so I presumed not.
Suddenly, I was thrown to the gaudy carpet. A great gust of superheated air rushed over me along the passageway. It was like opening the oven at home to check on the food cooking inside and the heated air rushing out, attempting to remove your eyebrows. Amplify that a hundredfold.
I turned my head towards the end of the corridor, just in time to glimpse the couple and their baby become engulfed in an angry fireball that swept over them and continued up the walls, running like a living entity across the ceiling. I could no longer see the family.
As I have already mentioned, I had seen countless movies where fires roared around a house or a particular building. In the films, the sound effects were loud and eerie, sounding like the fire was alive, growling and muttering.
I lay on the carpet halfway down the corridor with the fire engulfing the ceiling behind me, and ripping the doors from the rooms, then engulfing the rooms in one violent movement. I swear I could hear unearthly sounds, like the fire was indeed a living entity, searching, consuming all in its path. It roared and growled, and sounded like it was muttering, unearthly words carried on the flickering flames – guttural utterances, sounding like some forgotten, ancient language. I found myself wondering what language demons – fallen angels – speak? Obviously not English. Maybe I was hearing it now?
The heat was almost unbearable. I could imagine the young couple having been completely incinerated by the initial blast, like a churning furnace, with them disappearing like dry kindling.
I tried to stand, but the heat forced me back to the floor. Electrical fittings popped and crackled under the onslaught. Wallpaper went up in quick flashes of hissing flames. The carpet started to steam. Paint started to drip around me, even though the flames were still a good way up the other end of the hallway. The dripping paint looked like raining fire. I could imagine Fire and Sulphur raining down on the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Time to get my ass outta here.
I scuttled along on my hands and knees, reminding me of my quadruped movements in my black-and-white dreams. Now though I wasn't moving with liquid grace, but rather stumbling along as a cripple tipped from a wheelchair.
The heat was blasting the back of my neck, and the eerie roaring sounds behind me sped me on, as I fumbled my way along the ugly patterned carpet.
A door swung open on my left; a mans face pushed out, then disappeared back into the room. The fire now had another source of oxygen with which to make it grow. Flames reached out like long searching fingers, crawling along the ceiling, searching for the source of its food. Then in one bright orange flash, the ceiling above me became an inferno. Crackling ceiling joists and popping light bulbs echoed above. The heat was almost unbearable, seemingly sucking the air from my lungs. The flames shot into the room on my left like a red tidal wave, having been created by a ferocious monsoon.
With the fleeting energy I had left, I forced myself to keep moving.
Suddenly, it was there in front of me. Smoke! Black billowing clouds of toxic lung filling death. It rolled across the ceiling like tempest storm clouds, sped up by camera trickery.
I stood as high as I dared, head leaning forward, almost bent double, using my off-balance to fling myself towards the exit. I raced for the door before I needed to gulp for more air. My lungs were already burning. I cursed all those years I smoked.
Behind, I could hear the screaming echoing out from an open door, but it died away as quickly as it started. Suddenly, a figure lunged from a room.
It was hard to tell if it was male or female because it was engulfed in flames, hair, clothes, and skin, everything, like a fiery demon rising from the great hall of Pandemonium itself. No noise issued from the inflamed person, as it shot past down the hallway, it smacked hard against the fire door, before falling down dead, the body still twitched as the flames ate away at the fat. The corpse lay spitting, crackling and hissing, like a pork chop that has just been tossed on the barbeque. The Korowai and Melanesian tribes from New Guinea call the human the Long Pig, because of its supposedly similar taste.
I continued to run, the image of the inflamed person giving me strength.
I reached the doorway and jumped over the burning remains, which was laying facedown, arms forward as if trying to get that little bit further. The fingers were all black and twisted, reminding me of the first man in the black suit after he had reached into the fire to light a cigarette.
I now stood in the entrance lobby, gulping fresh air.
The fire roared behind me as if upset at losing its prey, not content with the bodies it had already consumed. Like a gluttonous predator, it surged forward.
The fire door was not able to swing back into place because of the charred corpse. The fire was following, and now had a way to keep feeding.
People were running about, even though the doors stood wide open, some were running back into the building, either after family members and loved ones, and some, possibly, even for possessions.
I screamed at them, shouting that the fire was just down the corridor right behind me, but no one listened. I could hardly hear myself, with the loud fire alarm screeching. Shock makes people act in unusual ways. Common sense and rationality went, panic stripping them from the mind.
It was crazy; the door was right there!
There was nothing else I could do, time for me to get out.
An older chubby man ran past, dressed in only white boxer shorts, clutching a black briefcase to his grey-haired chest. He barged past, hitting my shoulder and spinning me around. I fell at the same time, landing on my back, knocking the air from my lungs.
Then the smoke started pouring out the hallway, first filling the ceiling – boiling and churning. A blanket of the thinner smoke started to descend, like a roller-blind being pulled down. All happening in seconds, and I had the perfect view from laying on my back.
A long fluorescent light fitting dropped, shattering on the floor to my left. Then several others, as if being dropped like a surgical strike. Powdered glass blossomed into the air.
I was still flat on my back. Everything was happening so fast. It was maybe not even a minute since the alarm started. It seemed like hours.
Then something behind the deck exploded, possibly a fire extinguisher. An expanding cloud rocketed out. The desk disintegrated. The man who had knocked me to the ground was stood beside it. He was blown out the front glass doors. I was rolled to my right side, allowing me a front-row seat, as he was shredded by the thick plate glass and wood. Strangely, his briefcase now rested on the ground where the door should have been as if someone had just gently placed it down.
Sound was now muffled, with a hollow ringing inside my head, caused by blunt trauma to my ears.
I forced myself to stand while holding my breath and ran out the shattered door. I kept running, getting a least thirty meters between me and the building. The air outside was cool, with a light drizzle falling. It was a beautiful spectacle. The cold rain was a blessing against my face.
The flames now churned into the lobby, looking for more objects to consume. In one sudden surge, the fire engulfed the reception area. The explosion behind the desk was small compared to what happened next. A fireball expanded out the front entrance. What was left of the large ornate glass and wooden doors exploded outwards. A thick plume of greasy black smoke was pouring out the remains of the large scorched, smouldering doorway.
My back was to the building when the large explosion erupted. Something flew past my leg, the wind whipping at my clothing. A briefcase embedded into the door of an Audi TT in front of me, the whole car rocked to one side, before righting itself – its alarm now adding to the cacophony of noise. My hearing was still ringing and muffled; the alarm sounded distant and tinny.
I turned and stood looking back at the hotel. Flames licked out all the windows, down one side, where I had been. Black billowing smoke poured out the burning window frames. Bright-red embers floated on the heated winds caused by the flames. Only a few windows were still intact, the fire doors having held the flames back for now. People stood behind the glass; their screams lost in the noise of the roaring flames and alarm bells.
One person on the top floor threw a chair through the window, in hope of getting out to safety. But with the window now broken, the flames raced into his room. He disappeared behind a fireball of angry red flames and pungent black smoke, which was pouring out his shattered window like a large fiery fist, announcing to the spectators that it had captured its victim.
The inevitable groups of morbid people gathered from out of the service station, to watch the free show. People gathered together into huddled groups. Some pointing at the engulfed figure screaming from the window, as he tipped over the edge and fell the three floors to the concrete beneath, with a sickening thud and the cracking of bones. Most had their smartphones held up, filming the disaster.
I had to get away from the commotion. I was shaking worse now than from the train crash. The train crash was fast, over in moments. I was flung about like a ragdoll. I was disorientated and confused, finding myself lying on my back in the wet grass. It was nothing compared to crawling away from an engulfing infernal, that seemed to hunt victims, and seeing burning bodies and others dying in painful convulsions.
The rain was getting heavier. At first, it was cool and refreshing, but now it was chilling me to the bone.
People ignored the biting cold winds and thrashing rain as they continued to gather. Now pouring out of the main service station like termites from a nest.
The wind was whipping the flames into curling thongs that reached to the roof, reaching and spreading the destruction. Burning embers swirling and dancing in the dark sky creating a ballet all of their own.
More windows could be heard shattering. Loud popping sounds echoed out of the building. Screaming, hissing smoke issued from countless windows and cracked walls.
I could hear sirens ringing through the wind, and through the sound of the burning building. The emergency services had been stretched to their limit over the last few days.
I knew the blue Vauxhall would still be where I had left it, but I decided to leave it, they would already be looking for it.
I remembered seeing a small signpost as I drove along the long twisting lane leading to the entrance of the service station, it proclaimed a small settlement was at the end of the road. The small village stood no more than a quarter of a mile down the back lanes. So that's where I headed. Head down against the onslaught of wind and driving rain, I walked along the narrow hedge crowded lanes.
After getting away from the main car park and entrance, with all the police cars, ambulances and fire engines flying past, no other cars seemed to be around. No other living souls apart from behind at the service station, where even now the battle to control the fire was underway.
I had no idea what the time was? I regretted dropping my watch down the drain. It was a present from my second wife. A Ulysse Nardin, two thousand-pound watch kind of stands out. Why didn't I just put it in my pocket? I was under a lot of stress at the time – I still am. It was a diver's watch anyway – stainless steel, so it would be okay until I went to retrieve it if I ever got the chance.
I missed using my iPhone. It could've told me the time, including my exact location down to a couple of feet anywhere on the planet. However, I couldn't risk turning it on; they would be able to track my SIM card.
I pondered going into a 02-phone shop and picking up a Pay & Go SIM card and swapping it with mine. Just putting a tenner on would give me a certain amount of text, but more importantly some megabytes of web browsing. With that, I could use any one of the numerous Apps my phone held. A Map App that would not only pinpoint me but tell me how to get to certain locations. An App called AroundMe, which tells you the location of anything from banks and ATMs, to gas stations, pharmacies, hospital and hotels. When I'm in an unfamiliar city, I always find what I need with this App. I could've also used the Sky News App, which would keep me up-to-date with everything that was happening at my home.
However, I hadn't seen a 02 shop yet, and I doubted very much that the small village I was headed towards would have one.
The small isolated village I now stumbled into was dark and deserted. Cats and dogs were the only wandering inhabitants of the narrow shadowy streets. Their fur was plastered to their backs, making them look thin and unnatural, the granny light reflecting off their large round eyes, like many wandering water-demons. Very few lights glowed from the drawn curtains. A handful of street lights spilt weak light onto the rain-soaked streets. With the ever-present sound of the rain drumming against the concrete pavement and slate roofs.
I wandered up the main street, a mere collection of old narrow dull houses and a scattering of small shops. Large ugly light green wheelie-bins sat perched along the streets, with big black bin bags stacked up around them. Some were torn into by hungry cats or foxes. An occasional head with glowing green or orange eyes would peer from beside ripped bags. Tomorrow was possibly garbage day.
Now and then, a shattering sound would cause me to turn quickly, sounding like someone throwing pottery from a window down onto the street.
The rain was heavy and pouring steadily. I loved the rain. Even more so if I was inside watching the rain spatter against the windows, or echoing off the conservatory roof. It wasn't much fun walking along in it. I needed to get out of my wet clothes and into somewhere warm. I couldn't get wetter, even if I jumped into a river.
I continued along the old main street. Few windows splashed light out onto the pavement, illuminating the large bins and rounded black bags, looking like hunched figures crouching in the rain, all lining the street waiting for me to pass.
Then, for some reason, that I can't explain, I turned down a small back street. No street lights illuminate the dark and ominous side lanes. The small lane was so narrow it wouldn't even fit a car down it. Front doors were directly facing each other. The houses themselves seemed like they were huddled together to protect themselves from the bitter wind and battering rain. Several roof tiles lay shattered on the cobblestone street, having been torn from their resting place and smashed like fragile glass. So those were the crashing sounds I had been hearing.
Then as I turned another corner, down an impossibly narrow lane, I saw a door wide open, with wind and rain lashing through. I headed towards it, head down against the pounding, relentless English weather.
I stood on an old worn doormat, looking into the dwelling. No lights issued from the small cramped house. Maybe the door blew open from the battering wind? I knew differently when an eerie, wailing voice rose out of the very wind and darkness itself.
"E… n… t… e… r..." it said, in a long-drawn-out voice, sounding like a person trying to talk while suffering from a bad asthma attack.
I stepped into the cold house and was engulfed in darkness. The door slammed shut behind me.

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