“Ladies and Gentlemen, AVALON!” The announcer Vile_Bard (V.B.) screamed.
There is a large floating screen in the middle of the plaza – showing the events that transpired within the war of the nine guilds against Avalon. The same thing appears on all cities and towns of Requiem. The war is broadcasted live after all. There is no way that such a rare event would be allowed to pass without proper footage.That is why the world government funded it. Even showing the events to those in the real world. Broadcasting it across all streaming sites.“There’s nothing like it. In the blink of an eye, the Emperor of Requiem has taken down all nine guilds by himself!” The announcer TatterTalks (T.T.) added.On screen, a zoomed in face of Merlin Warlock is shown. Silvery white hair tied to a high pony, crystal blue eyes and ivory white skin. A chiseled jawline and a fine body – covered by the robe of the greatest mage. Made with the dark blue scales of the Sky Dragon and adorned by golden silk taken from the three Archangels. Mighty creatures that Merlin has singlehandedly defeated.These all adds to the air of elegance around the Emperor. The expression on his face is stoic. Much so that he could be mistaken for an [NPC]. He isn’t. Merlin is a real player and, that just makes this new feat of his all the more amazing.
“I still get goosebumps no matter how many times I see him.” V.B. said. “Look at the grace and elegance of this man. If I fight him on a duel and land a hit by luck, I would probably kneel and beg for forgiveness.”
“I can’t blame you partner.” T.T. added. “Merlin’s reputation as the strongest is so established that nobody can deny it. He’s basically a god at this point.”“A god with a very specific weapon might I add.”A new feed is presented on screen. The infamous weapon of Merlin which floats on top of his left hand: [World’s End]. A spellbook that is constantly left open – blue mana coming out of it. This is a special weapon because only Merlin wields a book type weapon within Requiem. Not only this but the book can only be wielded by him as well. That’s right. [World’s End] is chained to the character that is Merlin Warlock.
Rumors say that all of Merlin’s cheat like powers stem from this spellbook. That’s why there have been countless offers made for him to sell it. And the prices are unbelievable. With some being enough for Merlin to buy a small island in the real world.
“What was that spell that he used?” VB asked.
“I think it’s something within the skill tree of Zeus or Thor.” TT replied. “Judgement Strike perhaps?”“You’re crazy. Only the Boss enemy Zeus can use that.” VB said.“It does resemble it though.” TT defended.This also happens a lot after a battle where Merlin is involved. The questioning part on the skills that have been used within the fight.
Merlin does not disclose much to the public. Most of the talking is done for him by the third strongest of Avalon, Morgause. The Sage works silently. That is why nobody has an idea what his spells are. Much more the real capabilities of [World’s End].
This is possible because he has possession over the unique blessing [Veil of the Void]. A blessing that prevents anyone else from finding out anything about his character. An absolute spell that even prevents the game developers from taking a peek.
Sure there can be speculations based on how the spells he casts look like. But it’s the power behind these attacks that always makes these speculators doubt. After all, what lightning spell can take out nine of the top guilds in the blink of an eye?
“Well that ends today’s coverage of the war!” VB cheered.
“Let it be known that in Requiem, there is only one true ruler!” TT added.“The Great Sage – Merlin Warlock!”“THE EMPEROR OF REQUIEM!”
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The thousands of cheers and celebratory music died instantly. All the bright colors of Requiem is replaced by a white room. A teenager got up from his bed and took off the VR Helmet he has worn on. His eyes are sunken and a dark line naturally forms under it. His hair is a messy black.He wears nothing but a ragged white shirt paired with loose black pants. There are scars on his thin neck and arm – signs of torture.“Man, they’re really making a big deal out of this huh Merlin.” A teenager said, sitting beside the bed which Merlin got up from.
Yes, the ragged looking person is none other than the Emperor of Requiem. And the man sitting at his bedside is the Vice-Captain of Avalon. The Sword Saint – Arthur Pendragon. The same person who owns Merlin’s life.“I did everything just like you asked.” Merlin said.
“You did.” Arthur smirked.“You didn’t even help out in the war.”
The next thing Merlin knew; Arthur’s fist is already planted on his face. Dropping him to the ground as the world around him spun. There’s no time for him to make up what’s happening as Arthur continued hurling his fists toward him. A beating that went on for ten more seconds. Leaving Merlin’s face bloodied.“It seems that your little victory earlier has gotten to that head of yours. So let me remind you that there’s a clause in the agreement for what you just did.” Arthur raised his bloodied fists; wiped by the attendants who came with him. “You aren’t allowed to speak your mind, nor to reply unless you are given permission. And I never gave you any sort of permission.”There’s no such agreement. Merlin never agreed to anything like this. In fact, the entirety of what the rest of the agreement contains is only forced unto him.
Arthur snapped his fingers and one of the attendants came forward. The muscular man wiped the blood off of Arthur’s hands. Then another one came forward with something shiny in his hand – a knife. The guard handed it to Arthur who grabbed it without hesitation. Pointing it at Merlin’s eyes and making it get dangerously close.
“Maybe I should take an eye so that you won’t forget.” The crazed teen suggested.Arthur has continued torturing Merlin ever since this person has been taken by his father’s organization. He has also proven that his threats aren’t empty. Time and time again he would lash out at Merlin. Battering the teen and even leaving him half dead once; just because he’s in a bad mood. That’s why Merlin should be afraid of him. But that’s the thing – he isn’t.Even with a knife pointed at his eye. Even with the real threat of it being stabbed and gouged out, the expression on Merlin’s face remains stoic. Mirroring the expression which Merlin also wears within Requiem. A bad idea as Arthur’s blood boiled, the trigger which made him continue on with the act. His knife holding hand swiftly going for Merlin’s left eye.…
An inch. There is an inch of distance left before Arthur could hit Merlin. He didn’t stop. He’s committed to the act if not for one of the guards stopping his arm. Not just any guard, but the personal butler of Arthur.“What do you think you’re doing Sam?” Arthur asked in a sharp tone“We’re not supposed to harm the product that much young master.” The butler answered calmly.“Huh?” Everyone in the room could feel the bloodlust of Arthur that Sam’s words raised. At this point, it isn’t only Merlin who could be stabbed. Any one of them could fall victim to Arthur’s violent nature.“My father bought this pathetic piece of garbage for me to play with, right?” Arthur stood up and stared at Sam. Knife now pointed below the butler’s chin. “Of course I can do everything I want with it.”
“Then will you also take care of your father’s wrath should your toy’s health accidentally fail?” Sam glared at Arthur.The flames that increasingly heated up got extinguished in the blink of an eye. All it took is the mention of Arthur’s father. A man whose acts would make his son’s look like mere pranks.
“Please hand over the weapon before things get complicated young master.” The butler extended his hand towards Arthur. Although not wanting to give up, the teen had no other choice but to do as he is told. Because if there’s one person that he can’t afford to be on the bad side of, it’s his own father.
“I can’t wait for the day you get fired Sam.” Arthur scorned.
“Oh I’m sure you would be delighted when that day comes young master.” Sam said in reply.“Get him up then. We need to discuss the plans for tomorrow’s raid.” Arthur ordered. “You can leave after.”“Don’t worry.” Arthur said as his earlier command made Sam look at him – eyebrow raised. “I won’t harm him anymore than I have. We need him to take over Inferno for us after all.”
“Just remember my advice young master.” Sam said as he and the guards finished tidying Merlin up. Even wiping away the blood on the teen’s face. Making them proceed to the sliding white doors opening before them.“You don’t have to keep on repeating it. I’m not stupid.” Arthur sharply replied, arms crossed below his chest.“Very well. We shall be taking our leave.” Are Sam’s last words as the doors closed behind him.There are a couple of seconds of silence that permeated the room soon after. Neither Arthur nor Merlin said a single word. But unlike the aforementioned individual, Merlin is staying silent for the sake of his life.
“You are permitted to talk. But choose your words very VERY carefully.” Arthur said. “Now give me the details on how we’ll be fighting Azazel in seven days.”Azazel.
A new boss monster within the world of Requiem. A creature created through the metamorphic nature of the game. Actually, the creature has been alive for a long time already. It’s just that nobody has come across it yet. That’s why the unfortunate group of players who first got a taste of its power were vanquished right away. But that’s not what makes this boss monster frightening. No. The scary thing about it is that it has a unique power: [Character Deletion].
The whole party that came across Azazel got deleted. Their characters have been permanently taken out of the game. This is the same as getting yourself killed in the real world. Since Requiem is a good source of income, having a good character you’ve built instantly deleted takes away a person’s means to earn a living.Hence Azazel’s popularity skyrocketed. To a point where the first group that kills this boss will probably gain the same level of popularity as this Demon Lord itself. Something which Arthur cannot allow to pass. Even if he needs to rely on Merlin once again.He can already see it. His father praising him for this recent accomplishment and the glorious battle that would be fought for it as well. Yet this opportunity is immediately stripped for him.
“I’ll do it.” Merlin said.“What?”“The Demon Lord and the entirety of his Inferno.” Merlin stared into Arthur’s eyes. Not a single spec of emotion being present as he declared:“I will destroy it alone.”
Seven days. After seven days, the twelve members of Avalon began their battle in hell. That’s what players call it. But the real name of this place is Inferno. The place is filled with miasma, a substance that continuously drains the health points of those within it. A repugnant scent of rotting corpses, mixed with other vile scents linger in the air. Insides-twisting enough to make anyone want to throw up. The walls and the ground are seemingly made of flesh. Bare flesh with the faces of the damned being mixed into it – desperately screaming for them to be saved. If touched, and it also feels disgusting, the screams will turn into ear-deafening screeches. This is why nobody likes venturing Inferno. There are as many weak monsters in this plane as there are in Purgatorio and Paraiso. But the difference is that, the atmosphere here in Inferno makes anyone feel like they have actually descended into literal hell. The domain of the demons where all are tortured justly. Paying for the
Darkness.That is all that Merlin can see around him. Pitch-black darkness.He does not think that this is the afterlife. Merlin does not believe in such. In the concept of heaven or hell – believing it does not merit his life on earth. No heaven can save him from what he goes through every day, and no hell has ever punished evildoers that has ever come to be known.Now this darkness can also mean that he is blinded, or that his virtual gear is still on his head. Both do not seem to be the case because a better explanation presented itself. Literally.“I gotta admit, that was a bit anti-climactic.” A child-like voice said, echoing across the entirety of emptiness.It didn’t take long for the source to reveal itself. Something that didn’t take Merlin by surprise too much. He’s been with this almost every day after all. Yes. The voice he just heard seemingly came from his spellbook – World’s End.The spellbook is suspended on air. High above where Merlin is. The form then shifted to tha
[System Loading…][Collecting data from the Demon Lord Azazel…][Collecting data from the player Merlin Warlock…][Data Merge is underway…]Merlin felt something different. He’s warm and cold at the same time. It’s not a pleasant feeling, more like a tug of war between these two sensations. Where one wants to win over the other. Then there is the still darkness. Merlin can’t feel his limbs, nor any other part of his body for that matter. But his mind is intact, smudged and unreliable still, but intact.[10%][20%][Failed][Restarting data merge…]He has no control over this screen that he is seeing in front of him. It’s probably under Requiem’s command, are the words running through his head. Ah yes, his thinking is now becoming clearer at least. But that just makes the experience all the more dreadful. A clear mind won’t help him get out of there – it’ll only cause him worries.[10%][25%][Failed][Restarting data merge…]Slowly but surely the feeling of warmth on his veins began t
Kobolds. These are the normal monsters that can be found within a cave. Kobolds tend to live within closed spaces such as these – similar to goblins. Though a major difference is that kobolds are better at handling weapons and setting up traps. Evident in how they are able to capture the woman that is fleeing from them.“NOOOO!”The woman screamed from the top of her lungs. Frantically running for her life – with her vision being tunneled to the path in front of her. That’s why she isn’t able to see the kobold arrow that struck her from the side. Making her fall down as it pierced her waist. The searing pain being evident from her scream.“AHHHHHH!”The woman will die. A couple more seconds and her life will be forfeit. She can feel this. The cold and alienating embrace of death. Welcoming her to the nothingness that comes shortly after. But Merlin isn’t going to let this happen.“Flicker.” The half-demon teleported to the nearest kobold. Utilizing one of his two starting skills. [Sk
There are reasons for Merlin’s advantage in the fight.The primary one is because he’s Merlin. The name has a weight on it – that which carries the title of the Emperor of Requiem. Unlike his former guildmates who climbed their way through the ranks with the use of money, Merlin is able to achieve this solely through the use of his skills. A large portion of which is his vast knowledge of the world of Requiem. There isn’t any other player who has reached his level of understanding of the game. Sure there are guides and other sources of information, but there are certain things that only Merlin knows. Things which he learned by understanding the game’s logic. The same thing that drew [World’s End] towards him.That’s not all. There is actually a factor of equal importance that made the entirety of this bout flow in his favor. That is, the other skill that he has. Not the one that he kept on using since the beginning. No. The other skill which you, dear spectator, have not been told of
[Baphomet’s Dungeon.] That’s what Merlin saw when he accessed the incomplete map looted from the female adventurer’s items. He already had an idea that this might be the case – judging from the feel of the place and, from the recent encounter with the woman and the kobolds. “Baphomet’s Dungeon huh.” Merlin remembers the place. More precisely, he remembers the information connected to it. One of the reasons why he became the “Emperor of Requiem” is because he read all of the files of the game. The lore. The tutorials. The dialogues. Maize takes every detail into account. That’s how he’s able to attain [World’s End] as a mere [Level 15] magician. That’s how he sharply rose to power. Overtaking everyone without any delay. As for this dungeon, he knows that it’s not supposed to exist. It’s a place that’s already cleared in the main storyline. Meaning, when the VMMORPG “Requiem” began, this place is already destroyed – a thing of interest for him right now. After all, it’s because o
“Get up Merlin!” Gerald’s voice echoed through the empty training hall of Avalon. The walls are painted gray, with training dummies and other equipment being placed in a corner. It’s early. Too early for anyone else from the guild to log in to the game. Only Gerald can see the crimson that Merlin stains on the gray floor. Coming from the bloodied state of the Emperor of Requiem. A sight that pleases him who has always thirsted for power. If you hate your life so much, why don’t you just die? These are the words running through Merlin’s head as he slowly got to his feet.He can’t say this out loud. Doing so would increase the level of his beating. That’s why he has to keep his mouth shut. Not that it’s that difficult to do in his current state. His vision is already blurry and his head isn’t in the best shape as well. Considering all the blood that’s coming out of his nose and lips, it’s already impressive that this is all that he can feel. It’s even more impressive that he can sti
Gerald AlistarThe [Vanguard] of the top guild Avalon. A six-foot-two black-haired man with a chiseled chin and a well-formed body. Sea tanned skin and ocean blue eyes complement the look that he has going for him. One that fits a hunky islander. He is the top-ranking defender of the game. A man who boasts of his level of defensive capability because of it. There are various videos of him taking blows from swords and arrows without wearing any armor. Leaving nothing more than scratches on his steel-like body.This is only the base of his defensive prowess. He has armor made from the finest black ores and twin shields fashioned by the legendary dwarven blacksmith Heimdal. All of these combined allowed him to reach a point where even the full strength of a dragon’s flames will do nothing more than leave a slight char on top of his skin. Nothing more than the feeling of getting a tan under the hot summer sun.He is an image that is idolized by the entirety of the shield-user community.