Jessica Smith
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Back then, our guild was nearly fifty members strong, and the Developers had just released a new patch introducing World Bosses—powerful monsters that required an army to defeat. I definitely underestimated their strength... We were utterly defeated by Duxweaver in our first encounter. By the time we regrouped for another attempt, someone had beaten us to the boss' lair. It was Kathleen Maher and her crew, already engaged in battle with it. Reluctantly, I had to admit, her guild was as formidable…
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(Do you see a staircase to your right? Go to the first floor,) Marissa instructed. (Marissa, do you also think I'm a nutcase?) Alan asked as he climbed the stairs. Alan heard her sigh, even though it was a telepathic communication. From his place, Alan saw Marissa looking at him. Alan snickered before turning around. In front of him, a series of doors. He read each sign as he passed them by. He took a deep breath before storming inside. "Marco Souza, we need to talk!" As…
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Marissa's black lynx, large enough to carry two people, soared through the sky with impressive speed. The wind slapped his face the moment he dared to peek down at Londorus. The expansive city was a bustling blend of mansions, diverse establishments, stadiums, parks, and public training grounds, each spaced generously from the next. Isabella had said before he entered the cryo-pod... ***** He also recalled the earlier scene: Amelia stretching out her hand to her sister, and…
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"So, there's an Engineer Class, eh," Alan muttered, consulting a System Screen. "What do they do?" "Is that the Class you're interested in?" Tamara moved closer to him and read over his shoulder. "Look, it's divided into three subclasses. One specializes in empowering themselves by crafting their own custom weapons, one acts as a support, creating healing and boost devices for their team, and one that allows the User to build their own robotic minions to fight for them." "All of them sound quite…
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Since the room was soundproof, the tranquility of the hall was broken once she opened the door, letting out the cry of someone inside: "Do you have any idea how much gold I lost last night?!" "415,000 gold," Amelia replied aloud, shutting the door behind her. "You've said it a million times." Karen Svensson, the enraged black-haired young woman, groaned as a response. She then cast balls of fire, blades of ice, and gusts of wind at rapid speed, striking a target 100 feet away from her. Her spells had…
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Alan realized how hungry he was when the smell of melted butter and coffee reached him. In the cafeteria, about twenty people were chatting while enjoying scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, and tea. His smile faded as half the room stared at him. The rest also noticed him once Tamara grabbed his hand to lead him to the food bar. "Come, Alan," she said, oblivious to the fact that the whole place had gone silent. Before looking away, Alan did not recognize any of their faces from the previous…
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It started as a group of shadows pursuing him, yelling unintelligible things at him. Alan saw himself running through brick corridors lit by torches. The place reeked of blood and oil. Its layout, strangely similar to the Santa María's engine area. When he came to a dead end, he turned around to face them, but no matter what he tried, the black silhouettes in front of him were indiscernible. Then, a giant hand rescued him from the hellish labyrinth and held him aloft. Alan could only…
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Alan pulled out the only weapon in his inventory, his rusty sword, and launched himself forward, but Marco got out of his sight. The next thing Alan saw was Marco's palm. "Mayor Dark Conjure..." "Stop!" "Slumbermare..." "MARCO, ARE YOU OKAY?!" Amelia cried out to the unconscious Warlock, who had suddenly collapsed. Marco sat down slowly, still shaken, before locking eyes with the smirking, sweaty guy kneeling in…
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"Glad that's over," he sighed, dropping his shoulders. "What is our next objective, Alan?" He looked up at the crescent moon, then checked the time on his menu screen: 8:15 p.m. "We still need a map and the location of the Shooting Stars' guild, but we'll handle that tomorrow. First, we need a place to stay tonight." "Do users need to sleep inside the Novus too?" Ashley asked, not taking her eyes off the path. "Yes, it's the same as eating. Humanity must never forget what makes us fragile…
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"What was I thinking?" he said, belching. "I feel minor discomfort in the stomach, but aside from that, it was an enjoyable experience." "Yeah, let's just call it that, After clearing the last plate, the waitress approached them, her grin eternal. "Did you enjoy your meal, sir, miss?" "Yes, it was quite pleasant," Ashley replied, nodding for the first time since logging in. "I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for coming to the Dragon's Belly. Here's your bill." As he squinted at the…
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