The federation governnt panicked. News went out to all dia stations. The Virtual World had to be organized. Ergency plans were rolled out to tighten security and start the recruitnt of players.
Even the surrounding alien races showed similar reactions.
However, Liam didn’t know about any of that. He calmly sat in his training room until a green light lit up on his VR console.
“Is it ti?”
Liam pressed a button on the lower part of his console. A shock ran through his body. Liam was used to this feeling, his mind growing tired.
Closing his eyes he suddenly found himself in a black void.
“Welco, Player, to Fate of Crunaboul.”
C’s chanical voice rang out accompanied by festive music. The world changed, placing Liam in a closed room.
A fireplace nearby spent a comfortable warmth. Strange items floated above small displays.
A colorful flower emitted a comfortable sll, luring a fly to co close. As soon as the insect was within reach, the flower suddenly shot out web like a spider, swallowing up its prey.
An artful grandfather clock ticked slowly, its pendulum swinging in a hypnotic rhythm.
Liam let out a smile as he scanned the room. He recognized it.
This was the room of Vasily, one of humanity’s most famous mages.
“Player, a fascinating world filled with ancient myths, famous warriors, and powerful magic awaits you.
But a few prep…”
“Ok, C. We both know that I need no introductions. Can we get to character creation?”
[…]
[…]
[Ew Othb Wnko…!]
“What? Are you… swearing?”
“… a few preparations have to be completed.”
“Let introduce myself. I am C, the omnipotent AI making sure your gaming experience will be fair as well as fun.
The world of Crunaboul was designed by . If you find so glaring mistakes, please report them any ti.
Next, so basics.
Player, please open your status. To do so think ‘Status’ in your head.”
Liam rolled his eyes.
Status.
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