Capítulo 129: The Vanishing

August exchanged a few words with the chief, noting the new players around who were still struggling to leave the village. Most had not yet met the requirements to progress to higher-level zones, and a few looked visibly frustrated.

One particular player caught his eye—a short, slightly round man with a mop of curly brown hair and glasses that looked out of place in a fantasy setting.

He was pacing near the towering Tree of Life, muttering to himself. His avatar name read *GregoriusMaximus*, and his constant failed attempts to get near the tree had gathered a small crowd of amused villagers and players.

"Ugh! Why does this game hate me?" Gregorius exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. He tried once more to approach the tree, only to be pushed back by its invisible forcefield. He landed flat on his back with a loud thud, groaning. "I'm starting to think this is personal."