Chapitre 526: Running Into A New Journey
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"I'm. . . sorry to be the bearer of bad news."
"Alice. . ."
Time seemed to stop. Only a fading warmth could be felt. A frail hand rested in his palm. Nothing else mattered. Just these last fleeting moments, ones he wanted to hold dear.
. . .
"Perhaps you need something to distract yourself. I heard about a game called A World's Legacy. It seems to be really popular, maybe it's what you need?"
". . ."
"I got one of those headsets, I'll leave it here. Just. . . try it okay?"
The sound of a door closing echoed throughout a mostly empty room. In the barely lit room a figure shuffled out of a blanket. A clearly disheveled appearance, devoid of any care. Eyes with heavy bags moved slowly towards a new and foreign object. A headset lay at the edge of the bed, fallen over and resting on its side. A set of cables spilled off the bed and onto the floor.
". . ."
A thin hand reached out and grabbed it, struggling to make sense of everything they gave up and placed it back before lying down. An hour passed before they made another attempt, this time with a strand of more vigor.
Repeating the same process for a couple of tries they eventually managed to place the helmet onto their head. Closing their eyes they completed the log in process.
"User account registration activated."
"Account linked to user."
"Welcome David Reed."
The world formed together with a series of white lines.
"Welcome to A World's Legacy player! I am the A.I. Bartholomew Vendict. However, you may call me Bart. I shall be guiding you through your character customization and registration." A hearty voice sounded.
Looking towards Bart they narrowed their eyes but remained silent.
A series of white lines moved and formed a perfect mirror image of the figure. A frown formed on their face upon witnessing it. Bart eyed the avatar before explaining, "Any changes can be done by simply imagining it! I will handle the fine tuning."
The figure turned healthier, younger. . . as if turning time to a better past. Bart nodded, "Are you pleased with your changes."
Almost nodding their head they hesitated. A saddened expression formed on their face. Caused by a fond yet painful memory resurfacing they made a slight alter to the avatar. The hair began to spike up and turn orange. It looked like they were the victim of a prank.
Bart viewed the avatar with a twinkle in his eye, "Excellent, now you may choose a starting race. Please keep in mind that some changes may be made according to your choice."
". . ."
"Human it is! Now I just need a name, this will be your display name within the game. Keep in mind that this may be viewed by players using specific methods, but your real identity will remain hidden."
". . ."
Bart stood idle, a pleasant smile on his face. A forever patient A.I. awaiting an input.
'She. . .'
"Geared Green."
"That name is available! Congratulations, on creating an account. Before I send you off I ask you pick a weapon you feel most suitable with. This will affect your starting class, but you are free to experiment."
Reaching out they grabbed a sword without hesitation. Bart asked, "Are you positive you want your starting class to be Warrior?"
". . ."
"Very well, I shall now send you to a beginner village. May your journey be blessed with fortune and luck."
The white lines began to swarm Gear, his body turning into the avatar. But just as his surroundings disappeared a faint voice echoed, "Don't give up hope."
A bright light pierced his eyes making him raise a hand to block it. As he realized that he didn't need as much time to adjust he looked around. Players and NPCs walked about, although small in number. It felt alien, how long had it been since he experienced something like this?
The weight of his armor, the sword on his hip, the wind hitting his face. Was something this real truly just a game? It felt almost like real life. . . except for the fantasy elements.
Walking about in the village Gear re-experienced the sensation of strolling through the streets. While the village seemed primitive compared to that of modern living, it gave a pleasant and comforting feel.
Turning a corner he suddenly was pushed against an incoming force and sent stumbling towards the ground. Wincing he looked up and saw a Player looking down at him. With an apologetic expression they reached out, "Sorry man, I didn't see you."
Reaching out he grabbed the hand and was lifted to his feet. Gear noticed how easily the Player accomplished this feat, and was astonished at their strength. The Player dusted him off as they continued, "You seem to be new, glad you found this game. It really is a gem!"
Patting Gear's shoulder they stared at him, "Here, take this as an apologetic gift. I have no need for it and it's far too outdated to be worth anything. To you, it might mean something else though."
Pulling a sword out of the air they handed it to Gear, "Take it, I'm in a bit of a rush so I gotta go."
Without waiting for a reply the player placed the sword in Gear's palms and ran off. Momentarily dumbfounded Gear inspected the sword in his hands. He wasn't sure what it was worth, he knew nothing of the game after all.
However he was aware he couldn't equip it, a notification from the system made that clear. Figuring out how to open the inventory he was about to place it when a group of players approached him.
"Ah so you're the punk who stole my younger brother's weapon. I'm gonna need you to hand that back."
Gear found himself momentarily dumbfounded, wasn't he just gifted this sword? How did he steal it?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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