Virtual reality was giving people chance to live their dream.
There were no people with disabilities and everyone was able to enjoy their adventures to the fullest.
After the release of Royal Road the number of travel agencies and consequently number of corresponding faculties of tourism and transportation decreased. But in their place faculties associated with videogames appeared.
Lee Hayan knew what exactly helped their family out of poverty. Money for selling her brother’s game character.
“Hyun doesn’t have any awards, but he has records about the sale of his character, maybe that will do?”
Though the sale records weren’t some kind of gaming award, they still signified an achievement and could serve as a good argument.
Especially since Hyun had great understanding of the subject. During his year of getting ready for Royal Road Hyun studied all the available works on virtual reality.
He probably knew more about virtual reality than any student of gaming faculty.
“It might work.”
Lee Hayan used her savings to buy official application papers and filled them herself on behalf of Lee Hyun!
***
Plains of Despair.
On the custom map, made by players a vast blank patch was located to the east of Rosenheim Kingdom and British Confederacy.
There wasn’t much trustworthy information about this region. The few brave souls who dared to go deep into this territory were dying in a couple days under constant attacks from monsters!
On the maps sold at merchant stores only one thing was said about it: ‘If you’re looking for true despair, these lands are for you.’
A very precise and complete description for such a dangerous place.
Weed and following him NPC appeared in a spacious cave, hidden inside one of the hills. The entrance was cleverly disguised by a large stone so that it was impossible to find it without knowing the precise location.
“Awwwoooooooo!”
The moment Weed appeared he was greeted by horrifying wolf howl.
‘Scarry...’
After arriving at the unknown territory it is always important to be cautious. Even NPC knew it. But Buren and Becker seemed to ignore that simple rule.
“If the Chief is with us we don’t have to worry about anything!”
“We trust you, Chief!”
“Let’s go see how you all those monsters down with one swing of the sword!”
“...”
Weed sighed and gave soldiers an order:
“Stay here. Make arrangements for food, rest and guard. Wait for my return.”
“Yes! We understand.”
Luckily for Weed the area around the portal was safe. Having all the initial steps planned in advance, he bought a month’s worth of provisions for his small army.
Weed watched his people set a camp for a bit and then slowly left the hideout to scout the surroundings.
There was strong piercing wind outside.
After nearly tumbling down a few times Weed climbed to the top of the hill to get a good view.
All around were wide grasslands, swaying in the wind.
Plains of Despair was such an unfitting name for this entrancing landscape of rolling green waves.
“Beautiful...”
The grasses was moving in unison as if performing some glorious dance.
Weed took a look around.
To the east of the hill was a mountain range. Not so high or steep, but very long.
“I believe they were called Yuroki mountains on the map?”
The map of Bersa continent by an unknown author. According to it Plains of Despair had only one mountain range - Yuroki mountains.
The place, inhabited by numerous giant monsters!
On top of the mountain range Weed noticed a high stone wall and a fort. And at the center of the fort a strange black temple was visible.
‘This is it...’
It was hard to say for sure at such a gerat distance, but it seemed that there was a Beelzebub statue there. That must have bben the temple of dark god, erected by necromancers of Bar Khan Demoff.
“Chwi-i-ik!”
A weird sound suddenly came from somewhere. Weed immediately fell to the ground and tried to be as unnoticeable as possible.
In the distance an ork dressed in steel armor with a glaive in his hands appeared. Weed’s mood improved after seeing him.
“Well, at least something. Maybe i’ll be able to raise the level of my soldiers by hunting orcs before storming the temple of the dark god. Some work and the mission will be finished in no time.”
His chest started filling with hope and confidence.
“I will never retreat. Will fear no opponent. Even orcs are welcome.”
About the time Weed reached level 200 he cought a stranded treasure-hungry orc. He was looking like a man, a big, gren, ugly man with fangs.
“Nice meeting you, old friend.” - sung Weed and slowly headed towards his target.
The wave of confidence was pushing him to quickly kill his first monster in this land to mark the start of the big hunt and eventual assault on the dark temple!
Rustle!
The trees and bushes at the fool of the mountains started shaking.