Capítulo 1: The Last Achievement
"Hurry up! Crypt Lord Duorda will emerge any minute! If you need to heal or swap equipment, now's the time," the squadron commander yelled to the hundred-man army.
Every player quickly checked their statuses and acted accordingly. Almost everyone clustered around the clerics and medics, waiting for their turns to be fully healed. In the meantime, they all checked their storages and began to switch armors and weapons, trying their best to counter the imminent threat specializing in death magic.
The squadron commander looked over his hundred-man army with pride before turning towards the ten assigned party leaders to relay commands. "Remember that we must be vigilant, be ready for anything."
"Oh, come on. Lighten up," joked the third party leader, boasting bulky armor and a war hammer bigger than his head.
"Quiet, pay close attention to everything," the commander was already scanning the army yet again. "You all know of the real threat we face. Didn't you check the achievement board this morning?"
Some party leaders were startled as they remembered, others just looked around and waited for someone to explain. The seventh party leader spoke up, "That fiend only has a single achievement left."
"What!?" the ignorant third party leader yelled as he finally caught on. "You can't be serious? But that's imposs—"
"It's true," the squadron commander confirmed. "Any guess as to what his last one might be?"
The bulky party leader shrunk back as he guessed, "None for all, all for none?" When the commander nodded, the tank party leader ran back to the others yelling, "Hurry up! Don't waste any time!"
Suddenly, dark mist shrouded everything and everyone, circling the tomb and marking the boss's arrival. Unlucky for everyone there, the randomized timer favored the dungeon boss and caught everyone off guard.
"Get in formation, what are you doing!?" the commander was furious at the terrible timing but could only move the plans forward without a second thought. "Tanks surround him! Archers and mages form an outer ring! Clerics and medics hide behind the archers and buff our soldiers! Stay in mid-range, anything long range can be countered by the black mists!"
Everyone followed orders and listened to their respective party leaders as they took control and assaulted the risen crypt lord. The grind to dwindle the boss' health went fairly smoothly as the boss reached critical health, where he'd be buffed and his attack's became randomized.
"Careful everyone! Get closer and avoid the mist! It's toxic and will drain your HP!" the commander reminded everyone of Crypt Lord Duorda's crit abilities. "Every attack he makes will drain your life and heal him, so watch it!"
The tanks were running low on stamina and skill points, doing their best to keep the boss from moving. Clerics and medics worked overtime to replenish everyone's skill points and health, not focusing on anyone in particular but maintaining the general health of the squadron just above the red.
"Hey! What are you doing?" a medic party leader yelled at a medic that broke formation and ran towards the tank. Many people hesitated at the sight, resulting in a timing issue of the once steady stream of attacks. What caught everyone off guard was what the run-away medic was wearing.
The squadron commander's eyes flared in fury. He immediately turned his bow away from the boss and toward the mad medic. "Archers and mages shoot him! That's a full set of Leeroy Jenkins' Battle Plate, the legendary 'kamikaze armor!'"
All eyes were on the rogue medic and all sixty-five archers and mages aimed. Despite the tension, the tanks felt with the boss and the fear in the eyes of the squadron, the rogue medic wore a smile as he reached the inner circle and easily squeezed past the occupied tanks. He dove at the crypt lord and yelled, "I've done it!"
Before anyone could finish him off, the 'kamikaze armor' was activated. Bright white light flashed across each of the hundred players' screens, blinding everyone from the battlefield. Three seconds passed before it faded, and everyone was left staring at the desolate catacombs. Nobody was left, not even the crypt lord. All that remained were the boss drops, left freely for whoever passed by the boss floor next. The last achievement, "None For All, All For None," had been achieved.
"YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!" Only a single gamer out of the hundred was excited beyond belief. "Finally!!! I did it!" Unlike the others, his screen didn't return to show him the empty battlefield. It cleared up to the now full achievement board. In bright gold, his gamer tag, Jack_J, stood at the top in spectacular fashion.
Seeing it in such a glorious fashion, he remembered how much more he preferred that character over his real-world identity, Jackson Jones the twenty-two-year-old high school janitor. With thousands of hours clocked in "A Hero's Tale," he genuinely wished to leave reality behind for his fantasies.
After a few minutes in awe of the achievement, he tried to click back to the home screen but wasn't able to. Instead, a highly decorated message from the game's creators covered the screen. Jackson read it carefully, anticipating some insane gift to be given.
"It is our honor to congratulate you Jack_J the Achievement Junkie for your accomplishments. Your countless hours of heroics have culminated in such grandeur that it is impossible to fully describe in words.
"As promised, we offer you this unique quest that will allow you to further dive into fantasy and escape your dismal reality. May you always adventure with heroics in mind."
At the bottom of the message was a button to open his new quest. Without hesitation, Jackson led his mouse towards it and clicked it eagerly. To his shock, he was being electrocuted by his mouse and computer. His muscles spasmed and his eyes flinched in pain. He could move away from the keyboard and could only watch as his screen faded to white and lit his entire room, blinding him from the old bowls of instant ramen and soda cans scattered across the worn-out studio apartment.
It wasn't clear when Jackson came to, he slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his face awake. Slowly he looked around himself to realize he was no longer in his apartment, or alone. He was laid out on a cold stone floor in the midst of what looked like a summoning circle from "A Hero's Tale." Outside the circle stood a small crowd of people with amazement in their eyes.
"What the..?" mumbled Jackson as he slowly stood up.
PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES 
TheSilverQuill
TheSilverQuill Hey readers! It's me, the author giving you a heads up!
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As my first webnovel, there are many things that I've learned from while writing this and many things I would rewrite in retrospect. The greatest flaw being my dated, incorrect, and mishandled approach to romance throughout the novel. After chapter 250 that picks up more and gets better, but I had already laid out a foundation too many errors to correct my wrongs with later chapters. So I want to apologize right now for the shitty romance writing of my first webnovel. I've learned a LOT from the well-deserved criticisms and have taken all of what I learned from AJ to my other novels, and I'll continue to apply what I learn from mistakes to the novels after that.
Thank you for trying my book and for giving my story a shot! I appreciate you, and you deserve a high five for making it this far in my note.
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Capítulo 2: Me, A Hero?
"What the..?" Jackson scratched his head and looked to the people crowding around him. "What's going on?"
"A HERO!" the man in front yelled in excitement. "It's a hero, the summoning was successful!"
While the crowd was in awe of Jackson's presence, he thought to himself about the situation. The last thing that he could remember was finally getting the last achievement and accepting the new quest. Thinking back to the quest description, if him being transported to a new world was the quest, then the description of escaping reality was very fitting.
"Hero, you must come with me," the same man spoke again and motioned towards Jackson. "My name is Arnole, I'm in charge of his highness' personal magic guard. I'll explain on the way."
Arnole turned and quickly led the hesitant Jackson through the stunned crowd. Jackson asked, "What's going on? Where am I?"
"Calm yourself, hero, all will be explained. You are currently in the capital of the Reinolt Kingdom and we are on the way towards his majesty, Leodoro Reinolt," Arnole replied.
"And why are you calling me a hero?" Jackson asked.
"Because that's what you are, a hero to the Reinolt Kingdom and the world. During drastic times in history, the various countries spare no expense to summon heroes to their cause. It's rarely successful and not many countries have been able to pull it off. But seeing that you're here speaking with me, we obviously succeeded," said Arnole with a proud smile.
"And what makes you think I'll help you?" questioned Jackson, stopping Arnole in his tracks. "I don't have a clue as to what's going on in the world or how bad things are. For all I know, this country isn't worth saving. Why should I join your cause?"
"What do you mean?" Arnole was at a loss for words. No summoned hero had ever said such a thing. In all recorded history, each hero took up their calling with pride and without hesitation. He felt like it was his rotten luck to get such a reluctant hero.
"Like I said, why should I join your cause? What good does it do me to give my life for a kingdom that I know nothing about and shares no relations with me?" Jackson rephrased his question.
Arnole felt some relief and replied, "Of course, you will be handsomely rewarded for your actions hero. The king's throne room is further ahead, please hear what he has to offer before making any rash decisions."
"Fine, I'll hear him out," Jackson stepped forward, rushing Arnole towards the throne room. He chuckled to himself, confident that he'd be able to squeeze every benefit possible from the king and this new country he found himself in.
Before long, they stood before a massive door with guards at both sides. The guards made no motions towards the two approaching them and only opened the door with smiles, glad to see a hero following their captain.
Arnole and Jackson walked right in, not even looking at the guards. They both had their eyes glued on the man sitting atop the golden throne in the center of the room. Wanting to warn the king of the hero's concerns, Arnole tried to approach the throne but was cut off Jackson's self-introduction.
"Greetings your highness. My name is Jack and it seems that you've summoned me, mind telling me why?" Jackson decided to ditch his old name and identity completely. He was in a new world and was given a new identity from the get-go, so why not replace his old, boring reality with the one he had always dreamt of as Jack_J, the Achievement Junkie.
"Oh, greetings young hero," the king was caught off guard and gave a simple greeting. Arnole came to his side and quickly explained the exchange he had with Jack, leaving the king startled yet more at ease.
"Sir Jack, let me fill you in further on the state of our world. Chaos is spreading across the land, regardless of the country. The despicable Chaos Syndicate is the cause of this. They are a powerful organization that has existed in the shadows for centuries and only grows stronger with time," explained the king.
"With global chaos as their goal, they hope to topple the other world powers and reign supreme. We don't know who leads them or how they control the chaos, but their threat has grown incredibly over the past few years."
"So, you want me to fight this chaos?" Jack guessed. "And what's in it for me? Like I told Arnole, I have no reason to fight for a kingdom that I don't know or have any connections with. And if you're hoping to touch on my sense of justice, you'd have better luck summoning a new hero."
Both the king and Arnole were stunned at how blatantly Jack spoke. The king replied, "Of course, you'll be rewarded for your bravery and your willingness to help us in our time of need. What is it you'd like, hero?"
Jack began his list of requirements, "I will need all information on the country and world that you have; maps, trade routes, and a list of allies and enemies would be a good start."
"Easy enough," King Leodoro nodded.
"Second, I'll need funds to begin my adventures. I can't be going into battle naked, not again at least," Jack laughed as he remembered one of the more ridiculous achievements that he had to accomplish before.
King Leodoro was hesitant to reply, "Very well."
"Third, I need your complete trust. My methods can be… unorthodox at times, and I don't need you or anyone else interrupting them."
"Sir Jack, I can assure you that you will have my full support and the help of my Royal Court, the strongest force in the entire Reinolt Kingdom," said King Leodoro, who was trying to imagine how unorthodox Jack's methods may be.
"And fourth, I refuse to swear loyalty towards you as my king," stated Jack.
The room went silent. All guards were shocked at the new hero's statement, Arnole included. The king regained his composure and rebutted, "Hero, I have gone to great lengths to summon you and bring you here. If there is anything that you disapprove of, please make it known so that—"
"I never asked to come here," Jack interrupted. "Yes, I'm grateful for the opportunity to come here and explore a new world, but I have no reason to call you my king. Sure, you've summoned me and you reign here. I will acknowledge you like a king and show you your deserved respect, but what have you done for me other than dragging me into your problems? You'll give me these things that I've asked for, but that's only logical because it's to your greater benefit for me to solve your problems for you. Am I wrong?"
It was then that the king and those present got an idea of just how hard it was to deal with Jack, the Achievement Junkie.
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