LOGINAildrin Gentrix—an award-decorated Esports player at an early age—retired prematurely when his parents died in an accident. Two years later, he received a note about an anomaly involved on the night of his parents' death. And if he wanted to learn more about the truth, he must return to play and join the World of Wargrounds—the first-ever VRMMORPG—where the powerhouses had already established themselves. He only wanted the truth. But with the truth came the burden to save the world. Because the virtual world was a real one in another dimension, and soon the NPCs and monsters in it would invade his home. But could he still face the invaders with the same bravery, knowing that it would no longer be a game and that death would now be certain?
View More"Aquarium?" Aildrin blurted. The orc's sense of logic made him uncomfortable; he knew that nothing good would follow from here on. He then struggled out of Brom's clutch. "Release me! Your hand is burning my skin!""He's a friend, Brom." Papa Bear's tone changed. There was a sense of threat in it.Brom snorted. He then dropped Aildrin. "Anything silly, human! And I'll fry you into crisp!"Aildrin scowled. He then removed the slime from his face that kept on interfering with his vision. "Why is your hand so hot?"Brom's huge round eyes sparkled. "Ha! This is my masterpiece! After years of research, here it is! The Tectonic Plate! Just in time for Master Ogni's match against those frozen bones!""What do you mean?" Aildrin said. He then absorbed his surroundings.Rows of pelt tents supported by gigantic bones sprawled on the parched earth. And from a distance, tusk-shaped pillars increased in size, and so did the buildings. There were no walls
Alistor's Throne Room was devoid of light. No one may enter except the King's most trusted aid. And those who tried to quench their curiosity about what was happening inside were now nowhere to be found.For hundreds of years, the citizens and soldiers continued their day-to-day living, oblivious of the fact that the one leading them was no longer a human.Eleven shadowy figures surrounded the King. Most of them towered over the throne while they stood in their full stature, while some only had half of their upper bodies on the floor, and the others perched like bats on the ceiling, except for one—Abandoned Hope. The Demon Assassin was on his knees before the King.The King looked like Silas, except that he was not him. His facade was all an illusion, for his real name was Karcel Krown.[Karcel Krown, Level 200, King Rank—Tier I, Demon Wizard (NPC).]He and his Twelve Malignants—now, down to eleven—were the very reason no gu
"So, shall we seal our fate, or shall we run away from it?" Aoki said, standing up from his seat. He then strolled towards Zaito with both of his hands inside his pants' pockets."Your fate has already been sealed. It's time to drag you out of your fantasy, come." Zaito did not look him in the eye and walked out of the locker room.Aoki chuckled."I'll create the room and send you the invitation," he said before turning to the other rookies, "Watch me, folks! This is how a real captain should play!"Excitement filled the eyes of the other members of the guild. They finally had something to distract them from their shameful loss against Titans. Their murmurs echoed while they emptied the room and crowded towards the training center. They then waited for the two players to set themselves in their Battle Stations."Are you sure about this?" Pacholo said while helping his unit captain put on the gears.Zaito nodded before locking his helmet. The
Nothing came out."Ahem! Rosarsio, the sword!" Still no result.Sisa pushed a water lily-shaped red stone in Aildrin's palm before rushing to save her children."Dang!" Aildrin said. He stored the stone in his inventory and the bow reappeared in his hand. He did not know what to expect, and he was not even sure if the NPCs in Fitz could be resurrected."Stan! Sven!" Sisa said when she appeared by the doorway, barely catching her breath."Ma, stay away!" the older of the two kids said. Two figures in black cloaks pointed daggers at their throats.Meanwhile, Aildrin crouched near the doorway, not yet revealing himself."Please let them go... What do you want?" Sisa raised both of her hands in surrender."Despair and death for all members of the Blood Sirens," the tallest cloaked figure said in a ghastly voice."No!" But Sisa's plea for mercy was too late.Blood showered on the wooden floor and hope fled Sisa's eyes.





