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other man was. He didn’t seem affiliated with any of the merchants and rich nobles standing behind us. Not that I could see much with my face planted on the ground.
“Faint good that did. Commander Strongarm was worth an army by herself.” King Nero sounded sad for a moment before his imposing air resurfaced. I glanced up at the man, his eyes bore down toward me. They looked gray, almost absent. The longer I stared the deeper his black centers appeared as if they might swallow me whole.
“I-” A spear whacked me on the head leaving a [Stunned] message and mumbles coming out of my mouth. My body tried to move but the [ Convict Brand] reduced me to a weak kitten compared to these guards.
“And she was defeated, perhaps your lordship could conscript Hermes for the kingdom’s future,” my advocate stated calmly. He, at least, wasn’t smacked in the face.
“Without her we might as well be doomed! I have seen the blackness that awaits us, I have been into the abyss’ depth!” The king turned frothing in an instant before a polite cough from the aid holding a quill set him back. He even managed to drop the whole royal we act that had been going on thus far.
“Sire,” my advocate said. “We must think toward the future. Castrating a Traveler might reduce the need for vengeance, but by your own words, we will need a strength of arms in this world.”
“That is true.” He took a breath and righted himself. “We did say that warriors will be needed.”
“And a culling, I believe, were your words,” the well-dressed man said and bowed slightly. His clothes kept creating the sparsest breeze every time he moved. I tried to figure out if that was a gear trick, or something else, but even [Inspection] was locked. My last few hours in-game were filled with denial. Only the hope of getting to my [ Messenger’s Tube] and contacting Xin kept me playing. Today had been terrible and this game was trying my patience.
“That is also true, some Travelers are too strong for their own good.” King Nero looked at his aid to the rear, and the thin man nodded then marked words on the parchment.
“Then, as you yourself suggested, assign him to The Wheel, then make him serve as a hatchet man. Either he’ll grow stronger, which only serves the kingdom or the others will kill him, which will serve your desire for retribution,” he said sounding so calm when discussing my future.
“What the heck—” The world blurred as the butt of a spear pummeled my face.
“We have an agreement then. Punishment, where he’ll either grow strong enough to fight the looming darkness or die enough to help us sleep at night. Either method can be considered a victory.” King Nero nodded then looked at his aid again. Once more the thin figure scribbled down items with a quill.
So the king sentences me to a kill or be killed playground against other players? That was decidedly brutal for a Continue Online world, and what about Xin? Was she somewhere in the crowd witnessing my condemnation? Hopefully, she wasn’t here.
A spear came down and hit me once more. The repeated cranial abuse hurt in the ARC but was thankfully muted. My crippled character slipped into an [Unconscious] status and the screen went black. Playing Continue Online hadn’t improved the day.
Session Sixty Eight - Virtual Chain Gang
My character didn’t regain awareness in the next twenty minutes. No character meant no Xin. No [Messenger’s Tube] meant no contacting the Voices. I logged out of the ARC, upset, and passed out. Staying up late hadn’t been worth it, using my last [NPC Conspiracy] charge was an option. I disliked the idea of using such an insane trump card just yet, especially since the last one had shut down the globe for a few minutes. What would I do if men in black suits showed up and hauled me away? Being with Xin couldn’t happen if I was in a prison cell.
Dreaming plagued me with a wall of fears. My dad’s face stood there shaking sadly.
“Faint good that did. Commander Strongarm was worth an army by herself.” King Nero sounded sad for a moment before his imposing air resurfaced. I glanced up at the man, his eyes bore down toward me. They looked gray, almost absent. The longer I stared the deeper his black centers appeared as if they might swallow me whole.
“I-” A spear whacked me on the head leaving a [Stunned] message and mumbles coming out of my mouth. My body tried to move but the [ Convict Brand] reduced me to a weak kitten compared to these guards.
“And she was defeated, perhaps your lordship could conscript Hermes for the kingdom’s future,” my advocate stated calmly. He, at least, wasn’t smacked in the face.
“Without her we might as well be doomed! I have seen the blackness that awaits us, I have been into the abyss’ depth!” The king turned frothing in an instant before a polite cough from the aid holding a quill set him back. He even managed to drop the whole royal we act that had been going on thus far.
“Sire,” my advocate said. “We must think toward the future. Castrating a Traveler might reduce the need for vengeance, but by your own words, we will need a strength of arms in this world.”
“That is true.” He took a breath and righted himself. “We did say that warriors will be needed.”
“And a culling, I believe, were your words,” the well-dressed man said and bowed slightly. His clothes kept creating the sparsest breeze every time he moved. I tried to figure out if that was a gear trick, or something else, but even [Inspection] was locked. My last few hours in-game were filled with denial. Only the hope of getting to my [ Messenger’s Tube] and contacting Xin kept me playing. Today had been terrible and this game was trying my patience.
“That is also true, some Travelers are too strong for their own good.” King Nero looked at his aid to the rear, and the thin man nodded then marked words on the parchment.
“Then, as you yourself suggested, assign him to The Wheel, then make him serve as a hatchet man. Either he’ll grow stronger, which only serves the kingdom or the others will kill him, which will serve your desire for retribution,” he said sounding so calm when discussing my future.
“What the heck—” The world blurred as the butt of a spear pummeled my face.
“We have an agreement then. Punishment, where he’ll either grow strong enough to fight the looming darkness or die enough to help us sleep at night. Either method can be considered a victory.” King Nero nodded then looked at his aid again. Once more the thin figure scribbled down items with a quill.
So the king sentences me to a kill or be killed playground against other players? That was decidedly brutal for a Continue Online world, and what about Xin? Was she somewhere in the crowd witnessing my condemnation? Hopefully, she wasn’t here.
A spear came down and hit me once more. The repeated cranial abuse hurt in the ARC but was thankfully muted. My crippled character slipped into an [Unconscious] status and the screen went black. Playing Continue Online hadn’t improved the day.
Session Sixty Eight - Virtual Chain Gang
My character didn’t regain awareness in the next twenty minutes. No character meant no Xin. No [Messenger’s Tube] meant no contacting the Voices. I logged out of the ARC, upset, and passed out. Staying up late hadn’t been worth it, using my last [NPC Conspiracy] charge was an option. I disliked the idea of using such an insane trump card just yet, especially since the last one had shut down the globe for a few minutes. What would I do if men in black suits showed up and hauled me away? Being with Xin couldn’t happen if I was in a prison cell.
Dreaming plagued me with a wall of fears. My dad’s face stood there shaking sadly.
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