Silence returned to his room. A silence devoid of interest and emotion.
Looking at the location of Cheo's user image previously, he released a sigh at the same time as he spoke the actual words that he was going to say at the end.
"I understand that you are tired, but since today I had many things prepared and that you are already here, how about I reduce the difficulty and make a short game?"
Of course, there was no response.
"Aaahhh ..." letting out a long breath from deep in his heart. He knew it, he couldn't bring himself to say those words.
The fact that Cheo was always tired was completely evident from the tone of his short conversation. But Cheo saw the email he sent and showed up today, even if it was to say that he would not participate. He should be grateful for just that. Wanting more would have been not only shameless, but also a nuisance.
"See you never ..... My friend" It was his words while he deactivated his microphone, of course, Cheo did not hear them, but he knew that those words were more for himself than for Cheo.
"Let's meet again in a different place"
"Let's meet again one day"
"See ya"
"See you soon"
"It will not be for long"
He had heard similar phrases one after another. But nobody had fulfilled them.
No one had returned.
He didn't know, this had been the last time he would speak to Cheo.
His shoulders began to shake and then her true feelings that he had held back for a long time exploded.
“SHIT, FUCK, THEY ARE TRAITORS, WHY? WHY? WHY?!! What did I do wrong? What was my mistake? I-I-I… .. AARR! "
With a furious scream, he hit the table on which his monitor was resting with one of his hands, it was fortunate that it did not fall from its place.
“How many adventures have we had together? How many great characters have we created? How can all of them drop all of this so easily ?! ”
What followed her fury was cold desolation.
"…No, is not that. They did not give up on this. They simply faced the choice between 'reality' and 'fantasy'. Ah, it couldn't be helped, and there was no betrayal. It must have been a difficult choice ... "
He muttered to himself as if he was trying to persuade himself.
He progressively recovered his calm, until he returned to a calm state.
"I'm an idiot" were his words.
While he was thinking about what to do, he looked at a notebook that he was near him, it was his notebook where he had all his notes with the information he needed for his departure, which would be impossible to do. perform.
"I'll take one last look at it, and I think later ... I will."
After looking at the map, the prominent places, some important NPCs, the nations that made up the world, among other things, I get to the most important detail, the main enemy of that campaign.
Currently I only had ready the final Boss of an incredible dungeon with a castle design, I also had some details ready such as the castle locations and the NPCs that would function as the Bosses of each zone.
At this time, he only had the final Boss character sheet ready, and he only had some initial concepts of what the Bosses in each zone would be like.
"A powerful Archicaster with the appearance of a High Elf who is actually an undead Fairy, his powers and abilities were so high that he could statistically be compared to a god. What was he thinking of making him so strong?" after meditating for a few moments he remembered "For more pleasure of course."
As he looked at the cards of the other bosses, he noticed something “His character sheets for him are not ready yet; unfortunately I will not work on these cards anymore since the game is canceled, it is a real shame. "
Putting the cards back in the notebook, he leaned back slightly in his chair, and one by one he remembered the names or nicknames of his friends.
Marcus, Cheo, Alan, Felix, Mecso, Jaime, Neolaris, Lalos, Ighor, Shade, Magnus, Raquel ...
Remembering the names of his companions was not very difficult for him, the names of his friends were deeply etched in his mind.
"It was fun, really fun ..."
♦ ♦ ♦
Slowly his sight was blackening ... he was dying ...
Knowing the imminent end of her he began to close his eyes, it seemed that what she had done would end quickly.
She was losing the sensation in her whole body ...
Her consciousness was sinking into a deep abyss of darkness ...
It was over…
... or so he believed at first.
But without him knowing how or why, his eyes slowly widened.
When he focused his vision on him, everything had changed.
He was in a dimly lit place, sitting in a humble chair with few details.
"Welcome. Unfortunately, you have died. It may have been short, but your life is over. " Someone suddenly spoke to him.
In the room was a set of office desk and chair, and whoever announced that his life was over was sitting in that chair.
He was an extremely old man, his wrinkles had wrinkles, his head lacked hair, instead he had a long beard, the beard instead of showing wisdom and understanding, reflected fatigue and exhaustion.
His hunched over posture, unkempt beard, and deep dark circles denoted an exhausted existence.
"My name is Guardian" the old man began "I am the god in charge of a distant world, a world different from earth, you have two options."
"two options?"
The old man nodded, but just before he could respond, he began to sneeze violently.
After wiping the slime from his mouth using his faded tunic, he spoke: “The first option is to return to the wheel of transmigration, you would lose all the memories of your life and you would be reborn as a living being somewhere on Earth, this would be what normal."
"What kind of option is that? You are literally asking me to leave my memories and start from scratch, it is the same as erasing my existence since my memories will disappear. Besides ... you said to be alive, it means that I can be reborn as an insect or even a silver "
“Yes… each of your words is the truth of the afterlife. But I have good news for you ”
"Well ... what would be the second option?"
“There is a distant world of magic and fantasy; a world with dragons, goblins and other creatures… ”Guardian confidently began to explain the so-called good news from him.
In short, Guardian's explanation was something very simple.
In that blissful world of magic and fantasy related by Guardian he is in a state of stagnation and was slowly falling into decline.
According to Guardian, the world functioned mechanically similar to a certain RPG with dungeons and fire-breathing reptiles.
Apparently Guardian had already sent other people to that world, some were more successful than others, apparently, according to Guardian, the vast majority of reincarnates, not to say all, had died, many died of old age and others had bad luck or took bad decisions.
As the explanation ended, the Guardian's next words were intriguing "You will be the last reincarnated one sent to that world."
"What do you mean by that?"
“I am already tired of that world, of its people. For that reason, I will give you the choice; whether to reduce that world to ashes or be the bearer of its salvation. "
"How will I do that?"
"I will make your last wish when you were alive come true"
The sight of what was in front of him simply left him speechless. The change of atmosphere from being in an endless cesspool to a fully lit space overwhelmed him.After making a deal with Guardian, the vision of him had blackened again, but this time he knew it was not the end.What was in front of him was a huge room: a space large enough to hold hundreds of people and with room to spare, and a ceiling so high that you had to look all the way up. The walls were white, adorned with a variety of gold decorations. Hanging from the ceiling, rows of opulent chandeliers made of rainbow-colored gemstones that gave off a fantastic glow. From the end of the hall to the vicinity where he was, a total of fifty giant pillars with different patterns were lined up and in the center of these pillars, as if it were a path, a huge carpet marked the path from the entrance. from the living room is the place where he was.There was a low staircase that had about ten stairs adorned
Hearing the name her, Keil was an indication that the old man's words were true, but he still had the doubt of him; but hearing the name of Zark Ar Zathot and knowing that he was Zark. He made her think. "The old man was not joking, he did not lie when he said that he would give me Zark's body" Zark Ar Zathot was a fictional character I believe by himself as the final Boss for his most recent role-playing campaign, unfortunately that campaign was never started. On the other hand, Damenburg Castle was the location where Zark and his subordinates were found, the villain's lair, the origin of all evil. A closed-minded person would think that all this was unheard of, insane, that it couldn't be real. Feel their common sense disintegrating, at the same time that they would feel restless. He was different, throughout the conversation with the old man he remained calm, a couple of things were able to unbalance his logical and rational thinking. In hi
Damenburg Castle, a huge and imposing structure that is located inside the deepest, darkest and most chilling forest; On the periphery of the castle, dark mountains frame a valley that lets a breeze of spectral sound flow. Delimiting the castle's territory, there is a robust solid stone defensive wall, capable of resisting any type of attack, be it mundane or magical; Thanks to the great anti-siege engineering that was used in its construction together with the powerful enchantments that were used, they make the walls of Damenburg Castle practically indestructible. Inside the impassable wall is what gives this place its name, the Damenburg Castle itself; a structure of a combination of designs between the classic Gothic architecture of the Middle Ages in conjunction with an outstanding style of the Renaissance period, combining both architectural styles in such a way that the only word to describe the place is ... Impressive. The entire northern secti
Although Keil was apparently friendly, would the other inhabitants of the castle be the same?As he thought about how to resolve his doubts, he fixed his gaze directly on Keil.She had a slight smile on her face. She could be described as beautiful but she also had an air of being a concerned smile that was apparently hiding something, which gave him a bad feeling.Was the loyalty of the castle dwellers immutable?If her loyalty could be broken, then what could he do not to lose her?Give them rewards? In theory there was a treasury in the castle. But he wasn't sure what was in that place, or if that would be enough to guarantee his loyalty.Then he remembered something fundamental that worked in his world.The power. If he has the power, then he has the power to be above all, the power to dominate them all, the power to destroy them all.He reached out his hand for the staff and as if there was a connection, it moved towards h
Zark, following Keil herself; Walking through the throne room towards the exit, he came to the front of a large door on the other side of the room. Rising more than seven meters, this masterful double door was meticulously engraved with an Angel on the right panel and a demon on the left panel. The engraving was so vivid that he felt like they might jump out of the door and start attacking. As if the door had some kind of consciousness, it slowly opened automatically. Leaving the throne room behind. They came to a huge dome-shaped room. A large four-color crystal embedded in the ceiling emitted rays of white light. There were seventy-two niches in the wall, each of which had a support for a statue, but they were empty which gave the place an appearance of desolation. As they advanced, he noticed that ahead there were some humanoid figures waiting, they looked like part of the castle staff. The first servant to catch his eye was a young butler
After exiting the teleportation room, the scenery of the luxurious corridor had changed to a dark corridor. At the end of the path he could see a large wooden door reinforced with metal bands, from under these an artificial light filtered.Zark, led by Keil, walked through the passage to the door.The door opened automatically the moment Keil was close enough. On the other side was a large arena, surrounding it were several layers of auditorium-type seating.This oval amphitheater had a length of one hundred and eighty-eight meters, a width of one hundred and fifty-six meters, and a height of forty-eight meters. This place could easily recall the great Roman Colosseum.The lighting in the place was as bright as daylight, and although it was a huge space, the entire amphitheater was covered, it was impressive that something so large was inside a building.But something made this place have a gloomy atmosphere, and that was the non-existence of an au
While being dragged Nyos replied "Well yes, but it's more fun the way I do it, don't you think?"When they were close enough, Keil let go of Nyos's hair like it was trash and put on a terrifying expression that only Nyos could see "Present yourself the right way!"Unable to resist Keil's intimidation, Nyos trembled slightly as his carefree stance was changed to a totally firm one."Yeah… Well…" With a much more terrifying look from Keil, Nyos was able to loosen his tongue and speak, although more than speaking, it was a prolonged shout "I am Nyos Minska! General of the Tower of Art and custodian of the west wing of the castle!""It's nice… see you?… Nyos. I hope I'm not interrupting anything "those were Zark's words; Although he himself had not realized that, his words conveyed enough calm and kindness to calm Nyos, who was in a tense situation on the part of Keil.Although Zark's words must have shown that there was no
If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints. The helmet had a vaguely tower-like appearance; It did not have vecera, there was only a cross design in the area of its face that allowed visibility to the outside, but due to the style of the helmet (and the enchantments it had) it was impossible to see any detail of the face, allowing only to see an empty black. On his neck and waving on his back, is in an outstanding crimson cape of incredible quality, without hindering Frey's movement, the cape moved with total tranquility with light and fluid movements. The shoulder pads o