2025-08-11 02:00:56"Come on, it's still at two downloads? Why is no one playing my masterpiece?" A man who sat at his workbench lamented in a sorrowful tone as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had been on his computer for hours, and his eyes were red with bags under them.
"It's been three years since the Aero game was released on Eyeplay, and no one has yet to d******d it," the man known as Everett Lang muttered as he leaned back in his chair, eyes glued to the screen.
Everett was a 23-year-old avid gamer who was a professional in all types of RPG and survival games. But among all the games he played, his favorite was Blood Battlefield.
A game that was launched seven years ago and quickly gained popularity within a few weeks. In less than two weeks, the game already had a total of one billion downloads on Eyeplay, and every individual around the country and beyond was addicted.
Everett was one of the addicts. He played the game on his outdated personal computer day in and day out, and he also downloaded it on his phone in case he was away from home.
Everett was so in love with the Blood Battlefield game that he got fired from work because he was caught playing the game during work hours.
After getting fired from work, Everett knew he had to do something if he wanted to survive. Finding another job in the city wasn't on Everett's list since most companies and shops only hired people who graduated from university with high grades, and Everett was a school dropout.
His parents died when he was in his first year, and he had no choice but to drop out since he couldn't afford the fees anymore.
Since no company would hire him, he chose to create something with the little knowledge he had about programming from when he was a kid. He chose to create his own game after being inspired by the Blood Battlefield game.
The game creation took him months because he had to add several tough levels and also features that hadn't been used in other games.
The game was similar to Blood Battlefield, but Blood Battlefield was more advanced than Everett's since it was created by professionals who had several essential tools and materials.
After several months of creating the game and adding all that needed to be added, Everett finally launched it on the Eyeplay app where it would be easy for people to d******d it on their computers and mobile phones.
But unlike Blood Battlefield, which only took one week to gain billions of players, Everett's game took three years to get two downloads. And the two downloads were him downloading it on his phone and computer.
"What's the matter? What didn't I do right?" Everett questioned himself as he sat there helplessly. "This game is far more interesting and tougher than Blood Battlefield if you ask me, but no one seems to be interested. Could it be because of the graphics?" Everett mused.
His game's graphics weren't on the level of the Blood Battlefield game, since he lacked the equipment to add good graphics. But the graphics couldn't be the problem why no one was downloading.
One could only tell if a game's graphics were bad if they downloaded the game and played, but no one had even bothered downloading, which made Everett even more confused.
"I guess it was a waste of time and money after all. I shouldn't have created it in the first place." Everett let out a sigh as he stood up from the chair and stretched his arms and body while yawning.
He walked towards the window and glanced outside. The morning sun was already shining brightly, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard.
"It's morning already, and I didn't even realize." Everett mused. He had been up all night trying to craft more interesting and captivating modes and missions in his game that he lost track of time.
"I better get dressed for work. Damn it, I hate that job." Everett frowned as he headed towards the bathroom.
While Everett began his game creation three years ago, he quickly realized that he would need lots of money to make it happen.
He searched for jobs in several companies and shops, but no one accepted him because he was a dropout.
But after several weeks of searching, he finally got a job in a store as a salesman. He hated the job badly, but he had to do it since he needed cash for his game.
In less than ten minutes, Everett stepped out of the bathroom now dressed in his work uniform. He combed his sporty black hair, grabbed his phone, and exited the one-room apartment.
Everett headed to the bus station after leaving his apartment and stood there in the station, waiting for a bus with other people.
While Everett stood there waiting, he took out his phone and went to the Eyeplay app to request them to remove his game from the app.
He saw no reason to still leave the game on the app when no single person had downloaded it for the past three years.
"I guess I'll just stick to being an avid gamer and not a game creator." Everett mused as he clicked on the app. The moment the Eyeplay app opened and he saw his game, his eyes widened in shock.
"Wait, it was two downloads this morning. But now." Everett couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the screen in shock.
"But now it's three!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, causing the people around him to shift their gazes towards him and glare at him in anger and hate.
"Someone actually downloaded my game!" He shouted once more with joy evident in his voice. "Let me see who downloaded it."
Everett swiftly clicked on the profile of the person that downloaded, and the second he caught a glimpse of the name, his mouth widened even more.
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"No!" Everett grabbed the barrel of the rifle and pushed it down. "If you shoot him, the crowd will tear us apart to protect him. Look at them. They are completely under his control."Everett let go of the rifle. He pulled his heavy chain-sword off his back. He did not turn the engine on. He stepped out of the dark alley and walked into the rain.He walked slowly toward the back of the crowd. "Let me pass," Everett said to a tall man blocking his way.The man slowly turned his head. His eyes were dull and glassy. "Shh," the man whispered in a monotone voice. "Listen to the peace. Do not disturb the balance.""Move," Everett growled, using his broad shoulder to push the man aside.He pushed his way through the tight crowd. People stumbled out of his way, but they did not fight back. They were too peaceful. They were too compliant.Everett reached the front row of the crowd. He stopped ten feet away from the wooden box.The Pilgrim stopped speaking.The rain poured down between them.Th
Chapter 389
"No," Everett said. His voice was dark and heavy. He stared at the map. "There is no such thing as perfect peace. Perfect peace is just another word for control. If people stop fighting, they stop asking questions. If they stop asking questions, they accept their cages.""Everett is right," Rae agreed quickly. "And the pattern of his travel is too precise. Look at the green line on the map again."Rae zoomed out on the map. The green line curved through the towns, slowly moving inward. It was a spiral.And the very center of the spiral was Apex City. The capital. The location of the System Core."He is walking a perfect mathematical spiral," Rae whispered in horror. "Every time he visits a town, he glitches the local system. I think... I think he is absorbing the broken code. Everett, when you destroyed the Bloodline Hubs, you left broken pieces of magic all over the continent. I think this Pilgrim is walking around, picking up the broken pieces of the System, and eating them.""Eatin
Chapter 388
"I am just a pilgrim," the stranger said.The Pilgrim turned around. He did not ask for a bed. He did not ask for water. He simply began to walk down the muddy road, heading toward the dark gates of the town.The crowd watched him go. They stood in total silence until he disappeared into the dark night."What a wonderful man," the old worker said. He smiled. He felt better than he had felt in years."Did you see his face?" the young mother asked, looking at the old man. "I was standing right next to him. But... I can't remember his face. Was he old?"The old man frowned. He scratched his chin. "I... I think he was young. No, wait. He had a beard. Didn't he?""He didn't have a beard," the watchman said, walking over with his broken laser rifle. "He had a smooth face. I think his eyes were blue.""No, his eyes were brown," another woman argued.They all looked at each other in confusion. They had stared at the man for twenty minutes while he preached. They had listened to his every wor
Chapter 387
The town of Riverbend was a sad, gray place. It sat on the edge of a wide, muddy river. The people who lived there were tired. They worked all day in the wet mud, digging for old metal to sell to the rich cities. They wore dirty clothes. Their hands were covered in cuts and thick scars. They did not have much food. They did not have much hope.The sun was going down. The sky was turning a dark, bruised purple. The cold wind blew off the river, making the workers shiver.A small crowd of people gathered in the muddy town square. They were standing around a fire burning inside an old metal barrel. They held their cold hands out to the flames to stay warm.Suddenly, the crowd went quiet.A man was walking down the center of the muddy street.He moved very slowly. He did not make a loud sound when he walked. His boots stepped lightly on the wet ground. He wore a simple, plain brown cloak. The large hood was pulled up, covering his head. He did not carry a gun. He did not carry a sword.
Chapter 386
Three guards charged Everett with stun batons. Everett moved like a dark blur. He ducked under the first baton, delivering a brutal, bone-crushing punch to the guard's stomach. He grabbed the second guard's arm, snapped it at the elbow, and used the falling guard as a shield to block the third baton.Everett was not fighting with honor. He was fighting with brutal, terrifying, mechanical efficiency. He was a machine of war walking through a storm.The crowd of peasants screamed and scrambled backward. They suddenly realized they were not grabbing a sick god. They were trying to hold down an apex predator.Everett reached the bottom of the white marble stairs. He did not walk up. He leaped. He flew over the stairs, landing heavily on the marble stage. The stone cracked beneath his boots.The nine minor cult leaders, the other 'Voices of the Savior' panicked. They pulled out hidden daggers from their white robes and tried to stab Everett.Everett did not even pull out his chain-sword.
Chapter 385
"Do not listen to the mortal shell!" Lord Vane yelled, his voice full of fake sorrow. "The Savior is being tested! The wicked demons of the world have infected His human brain! The evil variable is trying to reject His holy destiny!"The crowd gasped. They nodded their heads. Yes, that made sense. The god was sick. The god needed their help."We must save Him!" Lord Vane shouted to the crowd. He raised his hands high. "The Chosen Stabilizer cannot deny His destiny! We must capture His mortal body and purify it! We must wash the dark demons out of his head so the pure white light can shine again!"The crowd began to murmur in agreement. “Save the Savior! Purify the body!”Everett looked around. The faces of the people were changing. They did not look like innocent, starving peasants anymore. They looked like wild, crazed fanatics. Their eyes were wide and crazy."Guards!" Lord Vane ordered. "Detain Him! Do not kill Him, but break his legs if you must! Bring Him to the cleansing chamber
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