Blue Online Headquarters towered above the city like a monument of glass and steel. At five thousand meters tall, it was the pride of modern architecture.Halfway up the massive structure, inside a sprawling command center, hundreds of glowing monitors covered the walls. Countless images and data streams flickered in rapid succession. The rhythmic clatter of keyboards filled the air, sharp, constant, almost mechanical.In the middle of the room stood a man who looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was jet-black, messy and unkempt. Faint bags hung under his eyes, and there were smudges of ink on his cheeks and hands. His shirt was wrinkled, his posture slightly hunched. Yet, despite his exhaustion, his eyes burned with focus.This was Raymond Washington, founder and CEO of Blue Online, one of the most advanced virtual systems in existence.Raymond was no ordinary man. He possessed an IQ of 2030, a mind capable of processing multiple streams of thought at once. His gaze d

After several days inside the merchant house, Henry and Juliet still hadn’t spoken a word to each other. Their tension was obvious. The rest of the group, and even the merchant’s family, had noticed the sudden coldness between them. Whenever someone asked what had happened, they both acted like everything was fine. They would exchange polite words in front of others, pretending the air wasn’t thick with unspoken feelings.While waiting for the military academy’s arrival, the group continued taking quests to pass time and earn coins. Their work paid off, after several missions, everyone’s adventurer rank had increased to Level E.One bright morning, Henry picked up a new quest: “Slime Dungeon Clearance.” According to the report, a nearby village had been suffering from a slime infestation. The creatures were devouring crops and damaging farmland.Following the quest map, Henry traveled for hours until the village came into view. It was a small, peaceful settlement surrounded by green f

It had been a long time since Henry earned a stat point. He sighed quietly as he walked through the damp stone passageway of the dungeon, his foots echoing softly against the cold floor. “It’s been a while since I got a stat point,” Henry muttered under his breath, shaking his head. He continued onward, careful but confident. After a few minutes, something squelched faintly ahead of him. Out from behind a cracked stone pillar slithered a familiar shape; a slime. Its green, jelly-like body shimmered faintly in the light. It had no limbs, no mouth that could be seen, only a pair of floating, liquid eyes staring blankly in his direction.Henry smirked. “Perfect. Let’s finish this quickly, my rewards are waiting.”He drew his flintlock pistol from his belt and leveled it with a steady hand.*BAM*![- 0 HP]The gunshot echoed through the dungeon. The bullet ripped through the slime’s body, leaving a small hole that immediately began to close.“Whoa, it's didn't decreased” Henry muttered,

Henry stared in disbelief at the creature before him. His eyes widened, and for a long, stunned moment, he forgot to breathe."That… thing couldn’t possibly be real"The slime king loomed over him, its translucent body shifting and pulsing with eerie light. What left Henry frozen wasn’t just its size it was the fact that it had arms.“Slimes don’t have hands,” he muttered under his breath, stepping back instinctively. “They never do. Not in the game, not anywhere. What the hell is happening?”He kept his bow raised, his fingers tense on the string. Every instinct screamed for him to maintain distance. A faint crack split through the slime core, pulsing weakly with light.Henry narrowed his eyes. “A crack in the core? Did splitting cause it? That must be the downside of its skill.”The Slime King suddenly lifted its massive, dripping arms and swung.Henry rolled sideways, narrowly dodging the crushing blow that cracked the stone floor. Using the momentum, he steadied his bow and releas

Its were silent, the last traces of daylight long gone. The market stalls had closed, their colorful displays now shrouded in shadows. Only the streetlights remained, flickering faintly against the deep black of the night.*cruch* *cruch* *cruch*An approaching footsteps could be heard, and from within the darkness a white haired figure could been see staggering with a bow in his hands, his cloth were roughly torn, that's to tell he had survived in a tough battleHenry moved quickly through the road, with his senses sharp, listening for the slightest sound. It came, low growls, barely a whisper at first, but they quickly grew louder."Grrrrrr…!"The wolves had caught his scent again.Henry stopped dead in the middle of the road. He raised his head slowly, lips curling into a grim, defiant smirk despite the exhaustion carving lines into his young face."So you bastards finally showed up,” he muttered under his breath and immediately drew the string on the Whisperfang bow. His finger