Bluzure
Magic Eight Ball
Chapter 1: Death trap
@Nico
In a desolate place not far from Urbus, the biggest city on the second floor, a group of players were herded into a tiny cabin facing the forest. Among them was Takuya, a boy with a dark shade of teal for hair and defiant golden eyes. Like the rest of the captives, he was tightly bound and pressed into the corner of the suffocating room.
Since he was a head taller than the people in front of him, he was able to see a boisterous man pacing back and forth with a dignified gait. Once the last of the captives had been squished into the tiny cabin, he began to speak at full volume. “So y’all are probably wondering why y’all are tied up here, instead of adventuring out there. Well… this world is pretty dangerous, ain’t it? Can anyone remind me what happens when you die?”
To demonstrate his point, he grabbed one of the males in the front and threw him on the floor. Then, he brandished his axe and began hacking away at his victim. Painful shrieks filled the dead-silent room as the man begged for mercy. Yet, his HP bar continued to drop, until there was barely left. Finally, the man brought his foot down at full strength, smashing his head into hundreds of shattered fragment.
“You die. Simple as that, not the kind of death where you’ll respawn in a town either, deaths in the game are permanent, irreversible. So that’s the reason why I brought you all here. In order to escape the game, we’re going to have to work together. Obviously, not everyone can be the hero either, for the strong to thrive, the weak must faithfully fulfill their duty as the stepping stone, only then will we be able to rescue everyone.”
He paused and scanned his eyes around the room.
“Let’s just say that you are all now a member of Blue Saffron, serve us and you will find freedom when we clear the 100th level, resist and find yourself stunned and crushed into oblivion. Since our actual guild is pretty big, no matter where you run to, you’re going to die. I suggest you just do your job and be content with helping the big boys.”
After the frightful speech, the man ordered his goons to pick out the seven prettiest girls among the bunch, apparently as an award for their undying allegiance to him—they must have been guild officers. After they disappeared with the girls, a few more players showed up to free the captives and forced them to join a 3rd party guild that was an extension of the Blue Saffron, mostly as a mean to keep a tab on their whereabouts.
Once the process was done, the two red named players spoke up, “from now on, you must turn over EVERYTHING you obtained from quests and grinding to the guild bank, if you don’t we won’t be able to guarantee your safety.”
What a fucking crazy situation, Takuya thought to himself. From what he had seen, most of the players who were a part of the beta test had an unfair advantage over those who started the game for the first time, like him. Without such knowledge, he found himself behind in level. But, it was still better than rushing ahead and meeting his end early, like the majority of the player population in the first week.
“Dammit, how the hell am I going to get out of this…”
@Nico
In a desolate place not far from Urbus, the biggest city on the second floor, a group of players were herded into a tiny cabin facing the forest. Among them was Takuya, a boy with a dark shade of teal for hair and defiant golden eyes. Like the rest of the captives, he was tightly bound and pressed into the corner of the suffocating room.
Since he was a head taller than the people in front of him, he was able to see a boisterous man pacing back and forth with a dignified gait. Once the last of the captives had been squished into the tiny cabin, he began to speak at full volume. “So y’all are probably wondering why y’all are tied up here, instead of adventuring out there. Well… this world is pretty dangerous, ain’t it? Can anyone remind me what happens when you die?”
To demonstrate his point, he grabbed one of the males in the front and threw him on the floor. Then, he brandished his axe and began hacking away at his victim. Painful shrieks filled the dead-silent room as the man begged for mercy. Yet, his HP bar continued to drop, until there was barely left. Finally, the man brought his foot down at full strength, smashing his head into hundreds of shattered fragment.
“You die. Simple as that, not the kind of death where you’ll respawn in a town either, deaths in the game are permanent, irreversible. So that’s the reason why I brought you all here. In order to escape the game, we’re going to have to work together. Obviously, not everyone can be the hero either, for the strong to thrive, the weak must faithfully fulfill their duty as the stepping stone, only then will we be able to rescue everyone.”
He paused and scanned his eyes around the room.
“Let’s just say that you are all now a member of Blue Saffron, serve us and you will find freedom when we clear the 100th level, resist and find yourself stunned and crushed into oblivion. Since our actual guild is pretty big, no matter where you run to, you’re going to die. I suggest you just do your job and be content with helping the big boys.”
After the frightful speech, the man ordered his goons to pick out the seven prettiest girls among the bunch, apparently as an award for their undying allegiance to him—they must have been guild officers. After they disappeared with the girls, a few more players showed up to free the captives and forced them to join a 3rd party guild that was an extension of the Blue Saffron, mostly as a mean to keep a tab on their whereabouts.
Once the process was done, the two red named players spoke up, “from now on, you must turn over EVERYTHING you obtained from quests and grinding to the guild bank, if you don’t we won’t be able to guarantee your safety.”
What a fucking crazy situation, Takuya thought to himself. From what he had seen, most of the players who were a part of the beta test had an unfair advantage over those who started the game for the first time, like him. Without such knowledge, he found himself behind in level. But, it was still better than rushing ahead and meeting his end early, like the majority of the player population in the first week.
“Dammit, how the hell am I going to get out of this…”
