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He felt it. The way helplessness kicked in and showed him the sweet but suffocating cage he was locked in. He just wanted to break free and feel the thrill of being alive. Having been granted that wish, he'll find himself amidst the conflicts of creatures lurking in the shadows and super-powered humans that prefer basking in the daylight among the average.

It's not a problem though, he'll thrive and survive. He has a system after all.

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The world of dreams, relentless crimes, paranoia, unspeakable horror, dream trips...

Since the day Athanasia plunged a knife into her parents murderer, life has never been the same. Trapped in a constant turmoil of paranoia and desperation, Athanasia is forced into a political marriage with a man who is as equally uninterested in her as she is he. However, as life takes a turn once more, will she be willing to spill more blood to her beloved sister?

For everything that happened, there was a reason behind it. For the longest time, Zen wondered about the intention of the Godfather. Why did the Godfather summon five hundred candidates for a battle royale tournament? If this was truly a battle royale, why did they have the option to become the Godfather by clearing the game? Shouldn't it be a simple slaughter-fest like what Johan wanted to do?
No, it wasn't that straightforward. He didn't know if anyone else understood the Godfather's intentions, but Zen had an inkling the Godfather wasn't just looking for a strong candidate.
Several things made Zen think that the arrangement was odd. While there were several candidates with unawakened blood, Zen didn't know why the Godfather would arrange a slaughter-fest on the first day with four hundred candidates eliminated. The only plausible conclusion was how there was a need to build a certain mindset into candidates before the selection.
After meeting Bolt and Yelena, Zen's suspicions became stronger. Those from the Echo organisation should be considered enemies of the Godfather as well as the mafia. While the Godfather was a figurehead of the mafia meant to be citizens' voice, the Echo organisation was meant to represent the resentment of civilians under the oppression of the Round Table. They weren't on the same side, but they might not be completely enemies either.
The pledging system for invigilators was the biggest clue Zen had about the Godfather's true intentions. What the Godfather wanted wasn't a strong or ruthless killer as his successor. If anything, it was the opposite. He wanted a powerful but kind person with the ability to buy the hearts of masses to create a change, standing against the Round Table.
If the next Godfather could unite the Echo organisation and gain popularity votes from the civilians watching this broadcasted game of death, they had the highest chance of standing against the Round Table. Zen didn't know how this happened, but his actions pulled the first Echo invigilator under his wing. If anything, he might be the closest to becoming the next Godfather despite his ranking in the game.
Speaking of games, Zen still did not fully comprehend the dungeon's design. However, there was one thing he managed to confirm. It was designed differently from regular games. Even as an avid gamer, the gamer's logic did not work fully in this VR dungeon.
Liu Feng told him that the first ten floors were tutorials, but Zen thought otherwise. The dungeon had a hundred floors, and there was one level designed specifically to cripple Liu Feng's progress. If Zen's paranoia wasn't just paranoia, the dungeon floors were designed with each of the hundred candidates in mind. Why else would they make everyone's character profiles and game highlight clips available for everyone?
If Zen followed this line of thought, the following discoveries would make even more sense. In a game, the area boss was usually weaker than a floor boss. Today, they discovered the secret birth of a secret boss when Zen used Liu Feng's irrelevant trivia given by an NPC about a repellent herb. He was the first to unlock many things, including a foraging encyclopaedia skill, a party raid skill, an area boss skill, a researcher title.
The Godfather wanted the next Godfather candidate to be a team player. He never wanted soloists to become the next Godfather. Guilds and Parties were part of their game because they reflected reality. Mafia families were divided into different alliances. Some were in it for mutual benefits, and others were there for each other as blood brothers.
Betrayal was a common thing in the underworld. It wasn't a pretty thing, but ambition did many things to a person's head. Today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy. Zen understood that he couldn't trust anyone here, except for maybe Liu Feng. However, the civilian in him could not help but see these mafia heirs and heiresses as people he didn't have to fight. In fact, many of them would opt for non-aggression if possible. The only few maniacs who were out for blood were people in guild Carnage. A very good example was Gambler. He was the shadiest person in Guild Survivors, but he was a useful person when dealt with the right cards.
Maybe the next Godfather should have the ability to bring people from all walks of life together under their name. It was a little hard to believe, but the more Zen thought about it, the more he started to understand the game's true purpose. His decision for tomorrow's huge event remained the same. They didn't need to win. They only had to survive.
To bridge the gap between the naturally strong and the handicapped, weak candidates of all ranks, the Godfather came up with the dungeon system. Initially, Zen expected this to be about strategy. However, he wasn't too sure if strategic thinking was required. Akiko and Liu Feng were very good strategists. However, they still stumbled. Perhaps the Godfather was looking at someone who had new perspectives and the ability to invent a solution by thinking for others.
At the same time, Zen felt that the VR game was a simulation exercise. It was the same reason why Zen made a request for his VR set and all the games he purchased. If he had these games, he would be able to do mental training despite his limited physical abilities. During the opening ceremony, Zen already found the loophole.
The mind was able to overpower the physical limitations. Zen could never run as fast as he could, even if he was in danger. It was only through sheer willpower that he survived Sasha's attack. When he was shot, he felt pain. However, when he compared it to the calculated damage of the in-game logic, something did not make sense.
Back then, he couldn't see it clearly, but when he drank the memory shots at the bar, Zen started to analyse everything in more detail. There was something interesting about the replicating of everyone's abilities. Those who used their abilities more often had better control of their virtual bodies. It could be seen in the way Liu Feng and Akiko moved.
However, for wild cards who only relied on instinct like Johan and Sasha, the virtual bodies did not give them time to adapt. Sasha would never have missed her shots with her skills. Zen was very sure of that. However, her state of mind was severely affected back then by Zen's ambushes, and she did not know how her body would have reacted in a new situation. Hence, her shots missed, and Zen survived.
When Zen fell, he did not know how his body would land either. He did not know if there would be rocks waiting for him. However, the one thing he knew was his need to survive. The scene of him almost drowning was not included in the memory clip, but Zen recalled how the burning of his lungs from the lack of air only happened when he remembered it. In other words, the VR game program was very dependent on reading the candidate's subconscious.
Zen knew how fast he could run. It wasn't very fast. However, when he was running from slimes, he felt that he was getting better at it over time. Practise made better, and Zen was fifty percent convinced that the VR game was a secret way to prepare participants for the big VR event. Why else would there be such a convenient skill on the first dungeon floor similar to the skill order Zen put in for the event? The Foraging Encyclopaedia and the Egg Encyclopaedia might be just a coincidence, but Zen had a feeling there was more to it.
Whatever. Zen yawned. He might be resting on a bed now, but his mind was tired from thinking so much. He should get some rest before the event starts. Zen did not want to be caught off guard. It wouldn't be funny if it happened while he was in the toilet.

In a world ruled by criminals, civilians live a shit life. A cook gets shot to death for saving a man's life and gets an audience with God.

“Civilians are humans too!” he complained.

As compensation, God shoved him into the body of Zen Taro - the Taro Family’s useless third young master.

Given the ability to learn at hyperspeed, Zen has to find a way to survive this crazy deathtrap of an academy. Armed with only his superior gaming, civilian common sense and cooking skills, watch him survive the crazy VR battle royale in true Zen Fashion.
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We thought our normal lives will continue for the unforeseeable future. We had dodged so many bullets… that we were blinded by the soothing light of peace. But of course… happy endings never last forever; not until the Messiah returns. However, this wasn't the World War that has been feared by every expert in the world. In fact, it was something that was supposed to be impossible.
 
We still don't know where it started; some said it was frozen deep in the Arctic ice, some said that it was a mutation or a new species. Whatever it was, it brought death with it, literally. 
 
The first confirmed case was in Yangquan, Shanxi, China. A doctor attempted to tell the world about the new threat, which was assumed to be a coronavirus. No one believed him, calling it a hoax. News both national and international laughed at the doctor. However, they realized it wasn't a hoax when the disease had already spread to the rest of the world.
 
Symptoms during the first month of infection: mild coughing, throat burns, insomnia, and an upset stomach. The next month, the coughing will get worse and insomnia will turn into paranoia. Feces will contain blood and rashes will start to form on the skin. The final month: necrosis, red eyes, paranoia worsens, rashes become more irritating, and the coughs began to be vomits accompanied with blood. In July 2089, WHO confirmed that the disease has a lethality of 100% to anyone who contracts it. Panic arose in every nation; people began panic-buying and many deaths occurred from the chaos along with more infections. 
 
September 2089, WHO calls for all nations to burn all bodies. The governments did as told; the citizens… were stubborn to follow their traditions and illegally buried their dead. 
 
December 25, 2089, WHO realized that the disease wasn't a virus, but a parasite. They were too late. Final symptoms of the Isaiah Parasite: the dead will rise from their graves. 
 
By New Year, hundreds of millions of people had fallen prey to the Revived and the last message from WHO before they disappeared was its name. Named after a book from the bible which has a verse on what was happening: The Isaiah Parasite.
 
Those countries which had more buried immediately became hell on Earth. India, all the countries in Africa, central Europe, most of South America, and Southeast Asia, to name most of them, were gone. Those which remain began a game of cat-and-mouse as a boom in military technology began. All communications with the outside world stopped.
 
January 2091, humanity began fighting back. At least… the only humans that I know are still living. Japan took back its northern territory and enacted Project Isamaya, named after the creator of Shingeki no Kyojin. Walls were enacted, separating Japan's reclaimed territory into multiple districts; Sapporo being the new capital after Tokyo was decimated.
 
Technology continued developing, mostly to be more efficient in killing the Revived. Soldiers that were trained specifically to deal with the Revived, the Reapers, were born during that boom. Women began to shine as most of them were considered to have more aptitude than men, especially the Valkyries, the most elite of the Reapers. For decades, we had kept the peace and return the dead to where they belong. However, as long as we're still here, living on this Earth, happy endings never last forever.

This has been deleted as I think it would be better if I don't write on this website first and keep my story to myself until the time is right.

"This doesn't make sense, there's no quest.." Soren said to himself, and falling to his knees confused at his opened front door after not being able to see who had come from the window. 

What made Soren at such a loss wasn't the fact he couldn't see who had come to his door with the intent to kill him. Nor that fact that same person could be who tried to kill him at the cave by leading monsters.

What shocked and terrified Soren was the doorknob of his front door being corroded by something similar to the same exact ability as he had. 

"Midas," Sorren said with great anger. 

[Midas Activated] 
 
Sorren summoned as much mana as his new body could hold in one move.

[Mana: 50/100] 

"Half of my entire Mana right here huh" Sorren had said.

Drenched in a rich green aura, Sorens hands held enough aura that even with his low resistance skill, he could feel his skin itch from the highly potent poison. 

Quickly, while all his power was concentrated in his hands. Soren slammed his hands at the door to compare whose skill was higher in the fastest way he knew. 

What he had seen shocked him…

The damage that Soren had done couldn't even compare to the melted handle in front of him. His poison ability was child's play in comparison. Leaving light damage comparable to if a normal person had punched the door. 

Now Soren's paranoia was at an all-time high. His system, which he thought he finally understood once again perplexed him and left him in a corner. Before when he was in danger, he had a kill quest. However this time nothing came.

'What if next time I'm not alerted like it's a quest?' Soren thought in great disappear. 

'If that's your worry, then get strong enough to not fear another ambush.' the system said with a joyful tone and then continued. "You're a monster now, unlike any other creature. Even i don't know if there's a limit or capabilities of your body.

The system was right, and even as cliche as it was. Soren knew it was right. He had always been weak, and finally, he is getting stronger. But not enough to where he doesn't have to worry. 
"Your right" Soren said. 

As Soren was getting ready to lay back down after all the commotion to collect his thoughts. The system proposed something even Soren was surprised to hear after everything that had happened thus far. 

'What do you say we play a dangerous game and nip this problem in the bud' the system said with great amusement in its tone. 

"You couldn't mean…." 

[Quest !]
<A bully needs a bully>

[Kill]

<Reward: Entrance to a Dangerous game>

Soren expected a quest or task at the least to investigate his pursuer. But to kill? That was far beyond his expectations. And for the system to already know who it is. 

'You need strength, and what do ya know. It seems the system wants to help.' the system said with arrogance. 

'Oh great, this isn't about becoming a bully that's worrying me. You want me to kill a human!" Soren said holding back tears. 

Soren had a general idea of the system, and he knew his luck wouldn't last long. He wasn't sure if he could kill one of his bullies. 

'We wouldn't want cold feet now do we' the system voice said. 

[Update to quest!]

[Death = 48 Hours if the quest is not completed]

"Your sick" Soren said without hesitation aloud. 

'And you're a monster. So much we have in common don't we.' the system said with great joy'

"First you say that your not the system and act as if you're separate from its control! You lied!" Sorren said holding back tears.
Sorren had thought he could trust the system as much as he hated the voice at one point. But the past several days have been too much. 

"I thought i wasn't supposed to feel the same anymore," Soren said under his breath. 

'Your time is ticking, and id worry about those details later. Well if your living" the system taunted. 

Sorren knew he didn't feel the same. He was more emotional to betrayal and had more pride, equal to his paranoia. He didn't feel guilt for the wolves. Soren only cared for himself. And he knew this. The system as well knew this… 

With little to no choice, Soren grabbed a kitchen knife as he broke any and all hunting supplies on his last trip. Not having time to gather what little money he had left, or quest to prepare. Soren had to go out with what he had. 

"So be it" Soren said while walking out of his house.

Soren had many bullies growing up, and even on Planet Rowa where he resided. 
If Soren had to single out a single bully, it would Matilda… 

She was kind-hearted and her bullying was just teasing. Soren felt with all his heart after everything with the system that had happened, that it was merciless in its quests. 

'This is life and death, she would understand.' Soren said to reassure himself.

'She only raised you Twerp' the system said while breaking out in long laughter. 

No tears came from Soren, he simply hardened his determination and headed towards where Matilda, his caretaker. And possibly the only person who interacted with Soren fondly and cared for him was her. 

However, Soren was selfish. Far more selfish than anyone. So much so he became a scavenger for over a year because he couldn't handle sharing rewards with the likes of anyone. Even if it meant being on the bottom of the food chain forever. 

As Soren grew closer to his caretaker's housing, he began to have second thoughts.

"Could I even kill her…. Shes C- Rank hunter" Soren thought to himself.

What terrified Soren was the fact he could have these thoughts about worries if he could kill her in a fight rather than if he should. 

'A modern society Barbarian' said the System to tease Soren, and continued doing so during his entire walk to Matilda's housing.  'I think I like the sound of that for you twerp' 

'Stop calling me twerp, at least wait until… I finish the quest' Soren said.

'Got it Barbie'

'whatever ' said Soren. 

It didn't matter to Sorren anyway. At least not at the moment. He didn't have time to let it bother him. As he was finally at his caretaker's house. Matilda, the C- rank hunter's house.

My Entry For WPC-178

Join Sorren, an F-rank hunter on a foreign planet in the far future as he finds himself climbing the ranks as he discovers himself and many new creatures alike. 
Will he survive long enough to learn the mysteries of the world, and how much strength and control does humanity really have?

Once we stepped into Diamon CIty I noticed a significant difference, in the game Diamond City, was a small city with not too many buildings but right now before my eyes were a large city. When comparing the size of this city to the game, the city is nearly 3 times larger!
The marketplace was bursting with activity, something a few people would notice is that the city has no ghouls living inside the city. That's because of Mayor McDonough. McDonough was voted into office by fear-mongering residents opposing the ghoul residents in the city. He promised to expel them from Diamond City as part of his anti-ghoul "Mankind for McDonough" platform, which ultimately won him the election. New legislation was soon passed prohibiting ghouls from city limits. Following the activation of the ordinance, McDonough entered into a feud with his brother John over the rights of ghouls in Diamond City. 
John attempted to persuade him to stand down, eventually attempting to rescue the majority of the city's ghoul population from being arrested when the efforts proved unsuccessful. The feud resulted in the departure of John McDonough from Diamond City, with the eviction of the city's ghoul residents following soon after. The refugees, now banished out into the wastes, were forced to emigrate to outlying communities, a few had joined up with John, eventually settling down in Goodneighbor and eventually becoming the Mayor of Goodneighbor.
I went over to the Surplus Store which is run by Myrna during the day and her robotic assistant Percy by night.
When we neared her she just started saying "You aren't a synth right? I don't serve synths." she said hurriedly with paranoia.
"Calm down, I am only wanting to trade," I assured her.
Luckily I managed to sell 400 caps worth of Purified water to her. 
I then over to the different stores and sold as much Purified water as possible. Overall I got 4,000 caps worth of Purified water, which left me with 1,000 caps worth of purified water. 
I then went over to the Commonwealth Weaponry store ran by Arturo. I looked to see what he had and to my surprise, he was selling items that could be found in the Creation Club, also something else that I've noticed is that he was selling power armor pieces along with the Power Armor frames. Currently, he only had T-45  pieces of power armor available. 
Now that we were done with the market I started heading over to Valentine's Detective Agency. Don't get me wrong I am only wanting to save Valentine because I wish for him to join my settlement. In this apocalyptic era, detectives and any morally right officers is hard to find. 

(Before you being reading please read the following warning: Although I have been writing for a little over a year, I have a track record of writing plot holes or do not even notice plot holes until I am informed or I go back and see them myself)

What happens when a Nerd awakens after falling asleep and mysteriously dying to find that he has somehow reincarnated into the Fallout Universe and to top it all off reincarnated into Vault 22 as some kind of monster?

As soon as we had driven away from the dingy alleys of the red street areas, I noticed that Anthony was glaring at the scenery that we drove past. The congested streets of the metropolitan city demanded that everything looked to grey to concentrate on. Everything was plain, indistinguishable and unimportant. There was no need to concentrate on details when it came to driving on the streets of the dull roads of cement mass. For people who watched over their back and took in every detail around them, the concrete was our personal hell. The paranoia of walking among things so unimportant only showed what secrets lay veil right in front of our eyes. In a moment of unguarded exalting of a victory that wasn't ours to celebrate, we almost got caught in the conspiracy of having the accusation of Joe's murder on our head. It would have pleased both Anthony and I to do it ourselves, but it would have led us to come in the fire of Anthony's associates who would have blamed him for the ongoing feud between Darcy and him. It could turn the game around in a fraction of a second, I realized.
It seemed almost mechanically choreographed. If our location had been compromised was not known, but it was a long shot. So far, the only one who was in the direct line of suspicion was locked up in her room with no way to contact the outside world. And there was no chance that there were bugs planted in the mansion or on any of us, the thorough checks that Ethan did on every person in the mansion and in every corner of the mansion were thorough and like the meticulous strategy the black cats used to comb through congested cement blocks and in the wilderness.
Then, in a moment of coincidence, we had experienced the joyful event of Joe death. Despite the worry marring Anthony's brow and the click of his jaws clearly stating that the sheer timing of such an incident had hit a nerve.
And just like that, our paranoia was proved.
The proof that we needed to throw Nolan out and kill him off was in our hands. We could use it as leverage to take the cargo back or we could use it as an excuse to track the man down and take him down. He had acted as an unprofessional agent by revealing himself so openly in front of everyone.
It left the question of his plans open for us to speculate on. What was his purpose for trying to maintain contact with the mob for such a short period of time? The way that he had gotten about dealing with Joe would have inadvertently ended in him being exposed and it wouldn't have taken us more than a few months to catch his scent. If he was there to ensure that the loss of losing business with Anthony could be overcome by eluding him, then why would he make such a stupid mistake? He looked like someone who knew how to handle situations, but then everyone makes their own share of mistakes. Maybe he had left it to chance to see how long he could play out the elaborate plot of being new to the business. What was improbable was that we hadn't estimated his rank in relation to Darcy. He was obviously someone who Darcy trusted, but he also seemed to fear the man (as any sane man would, Darcy was a cold-blooded mobster).
The urge to run over to my place and take out the records and review them again rushed through me. It was obvious that we would have a drastically different take on the conversation caught on tape, now that we had a better idea about the people who were involved. What fascinated me was the layered nature of the conversation. My memory of the exact words was blurred, and it only incited further interest on the topic. The urge to rush home seemed like the best thing to do. The curiosity and piqued interest could soon fade away or our minds could be less receptive to any new information that we might gain from the tape, and that would be highly inappropriate. It seemed like the logical thing to do—to go over to my place, but I was uncomfortable with the idea of Anthony inside my apartment.
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[COMPLETED] "Are you going to shoot me, baby?" "Don't tempt me.
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Mia Vincent only wanted one thing: Kill Anthony Murray. Kill the person who murdered her parents. Only his death would satisfy her thirst for his blood.

When she was assigned the task of infiltrating his gang, she agreed willingly and started plotting the ways to destroy him. Yet she failed... miserably at that. How could she fall in love with a man who caused her so much pain? So. she ran... as fast as the wind, hoping to never see him again.

When Anthony met Mia, he fell in love with her feisty attitude and thirst for adventure. He loved her with every fibre of his being. Yet in his world, loving someone was a risk, a danger to his empire. So, he chose to hurt her... made her stay far away from him. However, he soon realized how important her existence was. He couldn't live without her.

Betrayals. Mobs. Guns. Violence. Will Anthony and Mia survive the wild ride?

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3. Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover - Complete 
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News Flash: <Origin> CEO Jeffrey Whitson passed away to reveal newest VR craze, Valerian!

Breaking News: Jeffrey Whitson, the founder of <Origin> has passed away and revealed his dying wish to release the new VR game, Valerian!

There it was. The latest craze happening on this planet... Valerian. I ogled at the ancient style box art. Too goddamn stunning! My friends around me did the same, not letting this out of their sight. Who am I? I'm Owen and my friends are Harry and Liam. 

I'm just an aspiring space-engineer studying at Bright Peak Academy, the cream of the crop academy founded by Jeffrey Whitson himself as a project to raise many stars and leaders for the era. As for me in there? I'm obviously the most talented one! Even though I'm in the 100s, I am a late bloomer! 

But this late bloomer only wishes for this new game craze, Valerian. The pre-character planning was opened already just awaiting midnight for the official opening of the game. Oh, how glorious it is! But my idol... rest in peace. I thank you for bringing this game. 

But goddamnit! Too fuckin expensive honestly what the fuck is this price! 2500 Galactic Coins!? I'm sorry but I don't have any shit to pay for it. Even the average student gets around 250 Coins a week. What the fuck!

"Hehehehe. What do you guys think? Want to try and check it ourselves??" Liam's glasses shone under the intense heat as he then pushed them up like the nerd he is. Damn. I forgot about this player. Liam Smith, the soon-to-be leader of the number one engineering family. His weekly pocket money is enough to squash me to death.  So many zeros... Too much for my insignificant brain to handle.

"YES PLEASE!" Harry exclaimed jumping up and down like a fuckin bunny, quite comical if you ask me. I let out a cough and replied.

"Hello! You rich ass bastards. Have you forgotten about me? I can't afford this piece of godly equipment" They both let out an "oooooh" as I then facepalmed and chopped the back of their heads. Liam let out a cry while Harry became even dumber. While Liam was soothing the idiot's head he asked.

"Then why don't I cover for you?" I then let out a contented nod and started patting Liam on his back, each stronger than the other. "You damn brute! Get those mitts off me! You're killing me!!" After withdrawing my hands from his sorrowful back, we rushed in and ordered 3 pieces of... SSS+ GRADE EQUIPMENT?!

"WHAT THE FUCK LIAM! SO MUCH GODDAMN MONEY." I shouted in his ears while backing away from that one hella expensive gear. So much money... I don't think I'll be able to earn that much in 10 fuckin lifetimes!

"What? It's only 2 weeks of my pocket money. I have so much I don't know what to do with it." He replied while shrugging. 囧 Bro. Become my sugar daddy... We excitedly ran to our shared dormitory but Harry was still drooling over the equipment so uhh... I had to carry him over my shoulder and he barfed quite a lot as my body was going up and down especially my shoulder which constantly smashed into his stomach.

I only sighed and let him experience his final moments of death. 

"You'll always be remembered," I said.

"HEY! IM NOT FUCKING DYING!" He cried out clutching his stomach, after a few hours he was feeling better and we decided to put the VR equipment on and enter the VR world but... I'm having a paranoia that it's going to be ruined by me... 

"Dude, are you going to continue salivating at it or are you going to put it on?" Liam questioned me while starting to plug it in and wear it... So this is how the rich live life. I shook my anxiety and put it on but couldn't help myself but yell

"LINK START!"

Humans are very complex... They sometimes make something brilliant out of thin air. They sometimes make something bad out of brilliance. Sometimes they make genius out of bad ideas. Sometimes they make bad out of genius ideas.

But if you paired both genius and brilliance? It scares me... 

As the final product of a dying billionaire's wish. Valerian was finally introduced to the society different from what we knew. But what was found as a simple game. Was something out of anybody's reach and a deep secret within.

"Oi, should we just leave him here?" Bloody Harvest asked as he saw Jay collapse and lose consciousness.

"Guys, this guy is just really weird. First he hugs me while naked and now he spouts some kind of random nonsense before collapsing. Is this guy really a player?" Hot Buns asked as he felt some weird premonition coming from Jay's actions.

[Roasted Boar dropped Normal Clothes]

"Geez, he did not even accepted the clothes before collapsing. Let's just leave him here. I feel the same way as Buns. Let's just leave the GMs to deal with this. Might be a bug." Roasted Boar said as the four of them left Jay alone.


Around nighttime...

"Huh? Where am I?" Jay asked himself. He then saw the Normal Clothes that his 'other self' dropped and he then remembered everything that occurred before he collapsed.

"Fate, how do I log off?" Jay asked the system since he at least had a little bit of hope that there is a way for him to leave the game.

"Unknown error detected. You cannot log off the game due to certain reasons. Sorry for the inconvenience." The system replied to Jay while Jay gnashed his teeth as he picked up the clothes and wore it for the time being.

"Fine. If you do not let me leave this game, I'll just break the game. No more 'Mr. Nice Guy.' I will just force myself out the moment I ruin everything in this game." Jay said softly. He then went towards a nearby inn.


Drunken Rooster Inn (Owned by NPC)

Before Jay entered, he already heard a lot of commotion in the inn so he thought that it must be pretty lively inside.

"Time to enjoy for now I guess. I won't have time to enjoy and relax after I set my 'grand plan' to leave the game in motion."

Jay then entered and immediately shouted:

"Hey boss! A jug of ale and a piece of bread please." He  then sat down at a stool located near the drink counter.

The bartender then replied: "Coming right up... Ehhh... Sorry kid, I do not serve ale to kids. Tell you what, I will let you try my new product instead! Honey Lime Juice!" 

"Okay then." Jay then waited. As he waited, he tried singing with the drunk people performing their weird song.


Over the hills, I met a lady named Matilda
Then we went to her house and met a Panda
We then watched the Panda roll over and over the hill
La la la la la...


The drunkards just basically repeated this weird song over and over. But for some unknown reason, it made a lot of the inn's customers laugh, including Jay. While Jay was enjoying himself...


"Here you go kid. Honey Lime Juice with a piece of bread." the bartender said as he handed over Jay's order.

Jay then gave the bartender 2 Silver coins and said:

"Boss. One silver coin for the meal and for a nice room. As for long how I will be staying, i do not really know. The other is for my other meals that I eat while I am staying here."

To Jay, 2 Silver coins might be cheap due to him considering many things, but as for the bartender, who never even saw a Silver Coin in his life, it was just like Jay handed over a gold mine.

The bartender then started treating Jay with more respect and introduced himself and told Jay many benefits that he will provide him. "Thank you sir! You can use any room you wish. By the way, my name's Salador, and if you have any needs in the future when you stay in my inn, the Drunken Rooster, just call me anytime. Cheers!" The bartender then grabbed a bottle of ale and drank it while joining the drunkards have fun while singing.

La la la la la....

Before heading to a room, Jay asked Salador for some writing materials like papers, ink, and a feather.


Drunken Rooster, 3rd Floor

Jay entered a room at near the stairs and decided that it will be his base of operations while he is in the vicinity of Murkwood. 

He then entered the room. Before he did anything else he first checked the entire room since he was feeling a little bit of paranoia. After checking that besides a table, chair, bed and a single window in the room, he placed the writing materials he got on the table and started writing some stuff.

"Now, I should try to remember every place in Murkwood that contains treasure, where dungeons and towers are located, NPC and monster spawn points and locations, etc...."

Jay muttered to himself as he started writing many things that he remembered. After he did that for more than an hour...

"I should first do the Legendary quest Fellis, the Great Treant gave me and clean Murkwood Passage of every treasure it has then head over the nearby 'Ruined Tower' in Murkwood Forest. But first, I should look for an NPC Class tutor tomorrow."

Jay then went to sleep as he finally put his 'grand plan' in motion.

The virtual massively multiplayer online role- playing game (vrmmorpg) "Dungeons and Towers of Fate" was released on the year 2064 and more than 64% of the people in the world bought and played the game. Jay Castle, a 28 year old shut-in, who reached an incredible feat in the game had a strange dream one day. The next day he gets reincarnated into the game.
 "Goddamn, not this s*** again." - Jay Castle

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