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Ashen Fantasy Online

A VRMMORPG titled "Ashen Fantasy Online" had been released worldwide. With the acclaimed Omni-A.I. Terminus controlling the whole game. --- One day, our protagonist a boy who skipped his school for a reason. Went and tried the latest fad, Ashen Fantasy Online that is. "No wonder the capsule-net is always crowded" The boy said as he experienced the Ashen Fantasy World. Follow the story of the boy on his journey playing the famous "Ashen Fantasy Online", watch as every single steps he take will make ripples on the two worlds. --- "It doesn't matter whether you call them bunch of one and zeroes! What truly matters is in the end they are more genuine than the people you see outside the capsule!" The boy replied as he held his fist tighter. "That's why you are the best... You understand me more--- No, You understand us! You've figured everything, don't you?" The man said as he wiped the tears running down his cheeks, "You've followed the clues and everything that I've tried my hardest to keep away from the others, even though I already had no hope... but, you came on that fated day." "Who they truly are, Mister?" The boy asked. The man laughed, "They... no... if it's you... you'll know." --- Witness as the fate of two world collides. Will it bring more prosperity, or will chaos rise once more? Follow our protagonist as he unravel more than what meets the eye. --- If you want early access to other chapters or wanted to enjoy the extra stories to come, then I'll be waiting for you there~ (p)(a)(t)(r)(e)(o)(n)/ImmortalRoad --- Updating around 3-4 Chapters per week, randomly through the day.

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Chapter 13 "Raid Preparation"

The following morning, as the sun cast its warm rays over Ruina, Ioki awoke to find himself in the Spartan training grounds of Sensei Sairiki's dojo. His body ached from the previous day's intense cleaning, and his head throbbed with a dull hangover.

After the fated meeting yesterday, instead of teaching Ioki techniques and such, Sensei Sairiki made Ioki clean his dojo thoroughly...

With a sigh, Ioki rose to his feet and looked around the serene but empty training grounds. The polished wooden floors, previously marred by his combat, now gleamed, and the training dummies stood in pristine condition. He had scrubbed the walls and even re-stacked the neatly organized weapons rack. It was a thankless task, but Ioki had thrown himself into it with determination.

Once the dojo was spotless, Ioki approached the entrance where Sensei Sairiki stood. The sensei regarded him with a mix of disapproval and pity.