章節 2: Chapter 2
Air rushed into my lungs as if I had just been ripped out of a dream that felt too real. I coughed, gasping, while my vision adjusted to the dim light that illuminated the ruins around me.
I pushed myself up with difficulty. My body felt… different. My skin was darker. My hair fell heavy across my forehead, black as shadow. I looked down: a dark T-shirt, a worn-out jacket, metal bracelets on each wrist, and a cold necklace resting against my chest.
"No way…" I whispered, touching my face with trembling hands. "This is… the Dawn Wanderer."
My character. My favorite. I was inside him.
A weight at my side caught my attention: a sheathed sword, rough but sturdy. On the other side, a black pistol with ancient engravings. I swallowed hard.
"Okay… okay… calm down… just pick one."
Clumsy like a kid learning to ride a bike, I unsheathed the sword. I almost cut my finger. Then I tried to raise the pistol… and the recoil from the simple motion made me nearly shoot my own foot.
"Shit!" I dropped it quickly, sweating cold.
I had no idea how to use any of this. It wasn't my body. They weren't my reflexes.
The ground shook.
A deep growl froze the blood in my veins. When I turned, I saw it.
A wolf. But not a normal wolf. Its eyes glowed red, its fur was made of shifting smoke that tore apart and rebuilt with every movement. Teeth as long as knives.
"No, no, no, no…" I stumbled backwards. "This is a tutorial! A damn tutorial!"
The creature advanced slowly, savoring my fear. I reacted like any idiot with zero experience: I ran.
I dodged as best as I could, weaving through rubble, tripping on rocks. The beast lunged, snapping its jaws near my neck, while I rolled clumsily across the dirt.
Once, I raised the pistol and pulled the trigger… and almost shot my own leg! The bullet slammed into a wall, bouncing with a deafening metallic clang.
"I'm gonna kill myself before it does!" I yelled, throwing the gun to the ground.
The wolf roared, furious, and charged again.
My legs burned from running. My heart pounded like a war drum. And then… it happened.
I tripped.
A loose stone under my boot sent me crashing to the ground. The sword almost slipped from my hands, but I clung to it with all my strength, teeth clenched.
The wolf leapt. I saw its jaws wide open, ready to tear out my throat.
I didn't think. I shut my eyes and swung the sword with everything I had.
The impact was brutal. A piercing screech split the air. I opened my eyes and saw it: the wolf impaled on my blade, its smoky body ripping apart into glowing fragments that dissolved into nothingness.
I froze, panting, the sword trembling in my hands.
Silence returned.
"No… way…" my voice cracked. "Did I kill it?"
I looked at my hands. It wasn't skill. It wasn't technique. It was pure luck.
And that luck had just saved my life.
The wolf's smoke faded, leaving a silence more terrifying than its growl. I didn't dare move. The sword shook in my hands, heavy, slippery with sweat.
I wasn't a swordsman. I wasn't a warrior. Just an idiot who used to lock himself in his room, and now I was trapped inside the game.
A game where you didn't only worry about the destruction of gods, but also beasts… and even zones ruled by humans.
The Roman Colosseum…
In the game it had been turned into a gladiator stronghold, ruled by a criminal syndicate that kidnapped NPCs and even other players, forcing them into underground battles. Sometimes the Colosseum served as the stage for global events, other times as nothing but a slaughterhouse.
The Ruins of Egypt… There lay one of the most sought-after legendary weapons: the Eye of Ra, a scepter capable of burning entire armies with solar fire. No one knew exactly how to obtain it, only that it was sealed behind impossible trials.
The Tower of Babel… Another endgame zone, where even the air itself was poisonous. They said that at the very top rested a sword that could slice through dimensions.
A shiver ran through me.
In the game, all of that had been incredible. Fun.
But now… now it wasn't lines of code. It was real.
I swallowed hard. Forcing myself to look at my reflection in the filthy blade, I saw a young, dark-skinned face with black hair and brown eyes staring back at me. It wasn't me. Or at least… not the me I knew.
A chill ran down my spine.
"If all of that is real…" I whispered under my breath, "then this world is a thousand times more dangerous than I thought."
I stayed there, frozen, unable to stand yet. Between fear and adrenaline, only one thought hit me hard:
If I wanted to survive… I'd have to rely on the only thing left to me—
my memory as a player.
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