Chapter 2 - The Coming Of king, Part 2

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"