It was the year 2169. The apocalypse finally arrived. Global warming, zombies, nuclear war, all at once. Just one tipping point and the world itself would crumble. Then, Nova Corp, a hegemon of the corporate world, seemingly convinced the global super powers into doing the impossible: Taking everyone online. And they did. Everyone, poor or rich, was taken into the VRMMORPG: World Online. A fantasy world where anything was possible. A utopia, unlike everything that the real world was. But what was supposed to become a method of existence, became a battleground for supremacy. Companies, world powers, and the rich battled to become the greatest. The disparity between the poor and the rich grew. There was no justice in this world. It took Darwin's words further than any other. Jake, as poor as one could get, was caught in the rift, torn apart by the unfair system. He was a dog of the Shadow King Guild, and even though he was absolutely loyal, in the end, the guild cut him off. He was without an anchor and left in the cruel world. He knew no Utopia like the others. But one day, when he opened his eyes, nothing was the same anymore. Opening his eyes, he found himself ten years in the past. He was done being the henchman now. He was not going to let himself be used anymore. Now, it was time for him to fight back. So what if the strongest were going to stand in his way? He was going to be unstoppable. My discord server - https://discord.gg/Dpddtatvge Consider voting with golden tickets and power stones to help me win this WSA. Gifting helps support me as well. Super gift = One bonus chapter at the end of the week Trending Monthly Goal Top 50 All-time trending - 10 Bonus Chapters Top 25 All-time trending - 20 Bonus Chapters
Slam!
The ogre on the left fell just as quickly and Myriad Arrows appeared above it.
"One other left?" He glanced to the side and looked at the ogre that was still struggling to stand up.
"Its health is down already. You take care of that. I'll take care of the chieftain." Jake looked beyond the fallen barricade.
There was no one left, bar an old ogre.
The ogre had gray skin, quite different from the other ogres. Wrinkles covered its skin, and the chieftain looked at Jake with pitiful eyes.
It had a staff in its right hand and a bracelet of beads in the other. With small, black eyes that almost closed down, it looked like it was about to go to sleep.
And it was much, much smaller than the other ogres. The chief was almost Jake's height, and for most monsters, that was pitifully low.
"So, you are the last one left." Jake stretched his hands and gripped his sword.