Rika

When James arrived at the gym, he found his sister training there. As soon as she saw him, she greeted him. "So Minorca, you're not supposed to be playing Medieval Fantasy right now, what are you doing here?"

James' sister was currently twenty-one years, almost twenty-two, like their mother, she had long black hair, and large emerald eyes, but unlike their mother, the features of her face were not perfect, but rather an all-doll. She was currently wearing a sporty tight outfit that perfectly accentuated her charms. And she went by the name of Rika.

Not wanting to say that he was left with the game's slave species, James gave a crooked answer intended to change the course of the conversation. "What do you think I'm doing in a Rika gym? Maybe I'm here to sleep."

"Okay, there's no need to answer badly, I already understood that something didn't go well for you, are you going to say what it was, or are you just going to do physical exercise with the intention of disburden whatever it was that put you in that state?"

"Physical exercise." The two brothers knew each other too well for when one was angry about something, the other didn't provoke him.

"Okay, remember I'm here when you want to talk."

"I know, you don't need to worry about me Rika."

After the brief conversation between the two brothers, James began to practice physical exercise until exhaustion, to see if he stopped thinking about the specie he had in "Medieval Fantasy", but unfortunately it proved to be ineffective.

It was just after half past nine in the morning when James' cell phone rang, with a formidable speed James stopped the physical exercise he was doing and answered the cell phone, making Rika pay attention to him.

"Yes, good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. James." A male voice spoke on the other end of the line: "I'm contacting you on behalf of Evolutionis customer support, due to the problem you communicated to us today around half past five in the morning. And I'm sorry to inform you, but the Your case cannot be resolved…"

James interrupted the voice on the other end of the line as soon as I heard something he didn't like. "So you're saying I'm going to have to be trapped in the slave species forever, is that it?"

Across the gym, Rika couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as she learned that James had become a Dungeon Master, and found out the reason why he was exercising instead of playing when it was his first time playing virtual reality games.

"Sir James we know of no slave species, all species are born free and are free…"

Exalted and angry James wasted no time in replying. "Free my ass. As far as I know and everyone who plays Medieval Fantasy, or even those who don't, can confirm that Dungeons Masters are slaves of big companies!"

What James meant by Dungeon Masters being slaves of big business dates back to the early months of "Medieval Fantasy". At the beginning of "Medieval Fantasy" there were lots of players who chose the Dungeon Master species, over time players discovered that Dungeons Masters can create all kinds of resources in their dungeons, then they started selling the location and functions of their kind to big companies in exchange for large sums of money. Later it was discovered that if a Dungeon Master has his core destroyed, he will have to start all his progress over from the beginning. Big companies took advantage of this fact and began to threaten players who had the Dungeon Master species with the destruction of their cores, forcing players with the Dungeon Master species to have two choices, the first was to have their core destroyed and start all over again. The second was to produce whatever resources the companies wanted in exchange for a minimum payment instead of the old large amounts they received. The amount paid was not null, because Evolutionis does not allow a player to work for a company without receiving at least a minimum wage, or the equivalent for the time worked.

"Mr. James, first of all, please calm down. Medieval Fantasy is a game for people to enjoy first and foremost. It was only due to the greed of certain people that the Dungeon Master species became one of the least sought-after species in the game. Furthermore, I must tell you that all species, classes, spells, weapons, etc... are balanced in the game, that is, it has its advantages and disadvantages."

"I just want to change the specie; I don't care about its advantages or disadvantages!"

"Mister James I ask you to be calm. I'm sorry to inform you, but you can only change your species within a period of five months and twenty-nine days, which is when you can delete your current account and create a new one."

A sobbing James after completely losing hope asked one last time. "Is there nothing I can do to stop being a Dungeon Master?"

"As I mentioned there is nothing you can do, I'm really sorry Sir James. But between us, Dungeon Master is one of the best species to play in Medieval Fantasy, if you give it a chance you will see what I mean. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

'Well, indeed, I didn't even give it a chance, I can always see how it is for six months and if I don't like it later I'll change it, after all, there's nothing I can do now, although I seriously doubt I'll enjoy being a Dungeon Master.'

"Mister James? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, can you repeat what you said?"

"Need me for anything else?"

"No thanks is all."

"Then excuse me, I'm going to say goodbye." After saying this the call was disconnected.

"Not a peep!" James said with a threatening face to Rika who was currently rolling on the floor laughing so hard.

"Of course, hehehe, but I don't promise anything, you know after all I am an ice phoenix I need to eat a lot of ice creatures to evolve my lineage, and a Dungeon Master is a species that happens to be able to provide me with that, hehehe."

"Don't even think about it..." While talking James threw the towel, he had against Rika who was still sponged on the floor. "... I'm serious, a word to someone I'm a Dungeon Master, or I never speak to you again."

"You know parents are going to ask you and you're going to have to tell them, right?"

"I think about the parents later." After that James went back to his room, intending to experience what playing with the Dungeon Master species is like.

(End of chapter 5)