Not Asking

***Inside the game, at the moment of the world announcement***

Azamus was sitting at a desk in his brand-new guild building. He had levied money from all his benefactors and sponsors, promising to make his guild the best in exchange for them paying for its establishment.

When the notification rang across the world, his smile immediately vanished, replaced by a gnashing of teeth and his fists clenching. He started cursing at his bad luck.

"That fucking bitch and her newb friend are at it again! Stealing achievements that are rightfully mine! I swear to the gods above, I will crush them!"

As he shouted out this curse, alone in his office, a chill crept up his spine. His anger kept him from feeling it too much, and it only lingered as an afterthought.

He called in his servant, who was now also playing the game, if only to serve his young master.