Game’s Dogma

Back at the Castellan’s residence in Yoda, an uninvited guest had intruded upon the mansion.

Fatty the Castellan picked up his glass and downed its contents in one gulp, showing pleasure as the liquid seeped down his throat. Across the table sat a middle-aged man—Chris, Drako Yau’s class instructor.

‘I told you, that kid’s really something. Ahaha!’

Seeing how smug Fatty was, Chris curled his lips and said, ‘All because you won a lot betting on that kid. Hmph.’

‘Hey, that’s unfair. I took a blow from the Dominator for tipping him off. You’d dare do the same?’

Chris answered him by rolling his eyes, then picked up a drumstick and munched on it. Suddenly, they both stared at one another as they tensed up.

‘I can’t sense the kid.’

‘Same.’

Chris scratched his head while his eyes glowed. ‘That fella… He was at the Mines of Moria just now. There’s only one place where we can’t sense him if we’re talking about those mines.’

They both gasped in aghast.

Abyss of Durin! He fell into that perilous place?

‘What the hell! That kid’s the king, no, god of stirring up trouble!’ Fatty was getting restless. ‘I’ve never seen anyone emerge from the Abyss of Durin alive! Damn… Just after placing a huge bet on that kid, he gets himself killed!’

‘Fret not. The Abyss of Durin’s known to be deadly, but no one actually knows what it’s like down there.’ Chris tried to act calm as he thought, Please… Please don’t die. The old geezer left you in my care!

Drako Yau could feel himself burning as the web of dark flames seized him. The fire elemental force within him automatically activated, attempting to resist the invading poisonous flames. The next moment, weightlessness took over—he knew he was dropping into the abyss.

Dammit!

Drako Yau regretted his decision. He was itching to try altering the plot of a staged encounter quest, and this was what he got in return.

With the Honno-ji Incident, the quest objective was to protect Oda Nobunaga from death, which was an alteration of history itself. This time, however, the quest condition was to protect everyone but Gandalf. He had been too reckless.

The weightless sensation went on for five whole minutes. Free falling for five minutes… Where am I dropping down to?

All of a sudden, he pummeled into the ground. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood while flames exploded from his entire body. The fire elemental force had circulated throughout his body like blood the moment he crashed into the ground, protecting him from a shattering death.

Even so, Drako Yau was in really bad shape, his body twisted into a weird shape. Blood gushed out from wounds all over him. With trembling hands, he plucked out a golden potion from his item bag; it was the most potent Health potion available in the game which cost 10,000 gold coins. Though expensive, he still bought ten in case he needed them and that alone cost him 500,000 dollars, but its effects were proportional to its price.

Drako Yau felt a warm sensation embracing him. He suddenly thought, It’s all thanks to the Devil King’s Cloak!

The cloak reduced damage from the rear by 30 per cent! His cultivation style and internal forces had also protected his twelve main meridians upon impact, or else he’d have died without a doubt.

As Drako Yau gradually recovered, he was also reminded that this was a game world. In reality, there was no way for him to regain mobility in an instant no matter how advanced technology was.

He slowly sat up. Silverness entered his eyes. Silver, silver, silver—his surroundings were silver, nor was there anything present apart from the dull colour. He felt like he was standing in a silver sea where the skies, ground, and air were all silver.

It wasn’t a blinding or sharp colour, but it irked him nonetheless. The human body instinctively rejected and hated it when nothing but a single colour was in existence. Even those who were colour blind could see different gradients of black and white or perhaps other colours. Yet now, Drako Yau was surrounded by a single tint of silver.

There was no trace of anything; it appeared to be a natural primordial space. Drako Yau looked up into the silverness above. He had fallen from above, but there was no sign of where he could’ve entered from.

Just what is this place?

Drako Yau’s leisurely inspection was cut short by a tremor. His first reaction wasn’t fear, but rather, anticipation. In this monotonous world, his mind looked forward to anything out of the ordinary.

Hundreds of metres away from where he stood, sparks shot out from a large crater. It was the Balrog!

‘Dammit, this Balrog’s a tough one!’

What he didn’t know was that the Balrog was even more stunned than he was. It was an ancient being whose physical form was far beyond that of a mere human. It thought, This ant… it survived!

As the Balrog’s blazing flames burnt vigorously, its body was healed of its injuries sustained from the long fall. It then lifted its head and roared.

‘Dammit! Where’s Gandalf!’

Drako Yau looked around in hopes of finding Gandalf, but everything was plain silver apart from the Balrog’s flames. The never-ending silverness spelt despair. One could see the horizon across a sea, see the span of a forest atop its trees, but emptiness was all there was in this disgusting space. There was no sky, no seas, no land, just the single tone of silver.

The ground shuddered as the Balrog charged at Drako Yau with wide steps while roaring, grey smoke emerging from its jaws.

‘A fight to our deaths it is then!’

Knowing that battle was inevitable, Drako Yau collected himself and stood up. He pointed his spear forwards and activated Frost Form. Compared to Flame Form, Frost Form could last longer while having fewer side effects.

The Balrog’s sprint slowed down to a stroll. When they were a hundred metres apart, it swung its flaming sword.

This pesky bastard!

Drako Yau had been blinded by its illusions back on the bridge. What seemed like a solid flaming sword wasn’t made of metal, but instead a materialisation of the Balrog’s power. Shaped like a sword, it was also a whip—a whipsword.

Enhanced by Frost Form, the flow of air and the trajectory of the whipsword’s power were all revealed before Drako Yau. The moment it swung its flaming sword, it broke off into nine dark fiery snakes and swarmed towards him at all angles!

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