Chapter 327: The Victors Write History
Wrock's flight slowed to a stop.
'Spirit amount is on the lower side eh, I best improve that for the future.'
Straightening his attire he prepped himself for the meeting. In order to jumpstart the revolution he planned to use the 'IOU' from the Guild. The Guild he had helped upon his arrival at the new continent was named Wary Breeze. Nimin had stated that Wary Breeze was close to reaching a top-level Guild, but was commonly referred to as a mid-level one.
He had already scheduled a meeting with the executives, and he had come during the planned date. With a goal set in mind he approached their Guildhouse. At the entrance one of the members spotted him, Wrock was already quite popular anyway, and eagerly let him in.
The Guildhouse was far more extravagant than Dusted Bright's. However failed to reach the realm of a Guild Headquarters, for that building had a specific blueprint requirement. Additionally the cost to make one was… a little too expensive for even some of the top Guilds.
Many of the Guild members whispered amongst themselves a Wrock's arrival. Attempting to pry any information of why he was there. Ignoring them, he walked through a specific set of doors. The site of the head executives sitting at a table greeted him. One of the executives smiled and greeted, "Wrock, glad you finally arrived. You said you finally had an idea of what we could do to reward you?"
Wrock nodded, "That I did, I assume this is everyone you can trust?"
Some of the executives questioned the way Wrock had put it. Confusion was bounced across the table, reflecting off their gazes.
Someone asked, "Is that important?"
"It is, what I ask of isn't so simple."
"I can assure you everyone here has been with us for many years. If they can't be trusted then our Guild is done for."
"Excellent, then I shall get straight to the point."
Wrock pulled a piece of paper from his bag and slid it across the table. An executive picked it up and read it, a frown forming on their face.
The paper was passed around, each executive had roughly the same reaction to the paper.
Once everyone had read the contents, one of them spoke, "Are you aware of the scale of what you are asking?"
"That depends on what, exactly, you mean."
The executive tapped the paper, "If I'm understanding this right, you want to start a revolution against Perina?"
"That I do."
"And what is it you are asking of us?"
"I'm asking you to spread rumors of this revolution. I need word from a trusted source to get out."
An executive leaned back in their chair, "If we are caught, our Guild is done for. Direct confrontation against Perina is suicide."
"I am also aware of this."
"Yet?"
"I am also aware of the atrocities that Perina has committed. The danger she poses to the player base is not to be ignored."
"Yet as we show even an inkling of strength we are quickly extinguished."
"Do you really want it to remain this way?"
"We cannot fight back, Perina's strength isn't something we can contend against."
"We have a plan against Perina, I am more than fully aware of how strong she is. That's why our strongest is going to go against her."
"Then why do you want to make a revolution this grand?"
"Because Perina is not alone. We need fighters to go against her army."
"You want bait."
"We want soldiers."
Another executive spoke, "Alright, theoretically let's say you have these soldiers. What's the plan? Rush in blind?"
"I can't say that, the less that leaks the better."
"So you want people to contribute to something that has no defined plan? To fight for an uncertain cause?"
"I want people to fight for their freedom. Their right to gain strength. If you let Perina sit and continue her growth, you'll never be free."
"This isn't about emotions, this is about outcome. So far you have given us blabbering about rights to freedom and our suppression. Sure, you might be able to rile up some players. But in the end the only thing that matters is the outcome."
"What exactly is it you want to hear?"
"A fail-proof plan."
"Go figure, you want to ride the chariot to victory. A typical Guild thing to do. Take the side that is guaranteed to win and give you the most benefits."
"Like I said, outcome is what matters."
"The outcome this game is going towards is one of no more fun. Will people willingly play a game that suppresses their playerbase? As people become more and more aware of how little they can accomplish here, why even bother playing?"
"This is more emotional speaking."
"No, this is what you wanted. The outcome. At this rate the playerbase will die, your investments will come up empty. Your efforts will be for naught. And what could you say? That you sat back like the rest and watched this game die?"
"So we're supposed to sacrifice ourselves? Is our efforts supposed to be destroyed to give others a chance?"
"By the way you say things, you assume that this is going to end in failure."
"It is! Perina is a Third Star! A. Third. Star!! We cannot fight that! We haven't even heard of a player who reached Second Star yet! Yet we're supposed to fight a Third Star?!"
"I told you I'm already aware of her strength. Despite that we are prepared to go against that kind of strength."
"Strength that can't be beaten."
"Do you even know why Perina is crippling player accounts?!"
"She's doing it for some goal."
"To reach even higher heights! She's close to reaching Fourth Star! This is the greatest chance we have of taking her down before she reaches a point of no return."
"Even more reason to not go against her!"
Wrock sighed, "The fear she has spread was actually rooted this deep. I overestimated you."
"You overestimated yourself. Perina isn't someone we can fight."
"She is, you fail to see this. Her strength isn't her own. Her everything was built by taking from others. Built on a shaky foundation that just needs a push to fall over."
"So she's a weaker Third Star, that doesn't change the fact that she is a Third Star."
"I'm not asking people to fight Perina. There are multiple fighters of, and above, my level. We are going to band together to fight against her. We just need soldiers to fight the others that are under her control!"
A different executive spoke up, "And what exactly is your level? I highly doubt it can contend with Perina."
"I can take this whole Guild on and win."
"Ha, alright sure."
"Listen to me, I've fought against Perina and her right hand man. I can feel the chance of victory."
"You fought Perina? And your account remains fine?"
"I fell victim to her ability as well, yet-"
"I've heard enough. You fell victim to her ability? Meaning you're account is crippled? And you expect us to help? Like a injured wolf running back to their pack. The difference is, we aren't your pack."
"No-"
Another executive got up, "I agree, this chat is pointless. Consider it done."
"Listen to me-"
"You can go now!"
Wrock closed his eyes, "The change in treatment once I said I fell victim to Perina is astonishing."
"The strong are respected here. We have no use for someone with a crippled account."
"It's always that, 'the strong are respected'. It's become a motto at this rate."
"It's how it is."
"Those who accept it as 'how it is' are part of the problem. Sitting and twiddling their thumbs because 'they can't do anything about it'."
"I believe we asked you to leave."
"If you're afraid of fighting just say it."
"Leave."
"Tell me to my face that you're afraid of fighting for what you want."
"We said leave!"
"I won't accept help from those who hide behind lies of 'it's how it is'!"
"Do not make me repeat myself!"
Wrock snapped his eyes open, "Tell me! Reveal it to everyone your true selves! The frail and scared people you really are!"
"Oh screw off!"
The executive grabbed Wrock's arm and attempted to pull him out of the room. However he was surprised to see that Wrock didn't even budge. Wrock shook his arm free and grabbed the executive.
Squeezing their arm Wrock said, "Yeah I fell victim to Perina. But she isn't always perfect. We found a weakness, and because of it I grew stronger than before. My account isn't crippled, it's far from it actually."
The executive kneeled in pain, "Let go!"
"This weakness is what I believe will guarantee us our victory. So I ask you, will you be known as the cowards who hid from confrontation, or as the heroes who fought for their freedom. Let the victors write history, and let us be those victors."
Wrock let go of the executive, "No need to escort me, I know my own way out."
Not waiting for any replies Wrock left the Guildhouse. Although it didn't go as planned, he hoped the seeds of revolution had been planted in their hearts.
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