''Hmm?'' A man with a short beard and bushy eyebrows raised his head, but that was a mistake on his part.
*SPURT!*
The man fell down on his side and saw blue blood coloring his vision, and once he saw his vision getting darker, he knew that he had died.
''Who killed me!'' He screamed with anger, and soon his vision was completely dark.
[You Have Been Killed By Player Wraith!]
Back in the White Online.
Isaac removed his finger from the trigger and saw notifications popping up.
[You Killed Player RoboticSane]
[2000 XP Earned!]
[Player RoboticSane DEAD!]
[Contenders: 8]
Only in a few moments did two Players die, but Isaac knew that it would soon be a three!
He quickly stood up and jumped down from the mountain, and only moments later, four bullets landed on the spot where he was.
Isaac used the mountain wall to slow down his fall and soon reached the ground.
He lowered his body and quickly started running towards another mountain, which he could use as cover.
But, during his run.
Two bullets flew right past him, but because he had his body lowered, they missed.
Soon, he reached the mountain and instantly hid behind it.
Only twenty meters away from him was the firestorm, which made it very unlikely that someone was hiding near him.
The forest once again calmed down.
But that lasted only a moment.
*BANG!*
[Player LOLOLLL DEAD!]
[Contenders: 7]
''Everyone is dying…'' Isaac was tapping the side of his musket rifle anxiously.
Every Player left knows where he was, while he doesn't know where everyone else was!
He was practically dead if he couldn't somehow get out of other Players' radar.
But then…
*SWOOSH*
Isaac raised his head, and in the sky, he saw a crimson light flying!
He looked shocked, but soon the crimson light stopped, and instead of going forward, it went straight down!
Straight towards Isaac!
''What!'' He quickly stood up and leaped away with his incredible agility.
*CRASH!*
The ground exploded, sending pieces of mountain and earth flying around.
The crimson light disappeared, but Isaac was sure that it wasn't the last time he would see it!
''Is it someone's skill?'' He thought and hid behind a tree, ''What kind of fucking overpowered skill is that!''
Few hundred away from Isaac's position.
BlackNight's red eyes became blue.
''Damn…'' He rubbed his itchy eyes, ''I need to kill more Players… Otherwise, I will be dead!''
After remembering the person, who defeated him effortlessly, he became pale and desperate to kill more players.
'I wonder where he is currently.' BlackNight peeked behind the tree where he was hiding and wondered where that monster was currently hiding.
He knows that he will be waiting till the end and then makes an appearance.
After he appears, no one will be able to fight back, and everyone will be as good as dead.
''I need to kill the rest of the Players… Maybe then I will be allowed to join his Guild!'' BlackNight turned his head towards one of the mountains, where he knew that at least one person was hiding!
His blue eyes had a tinge of red as he left his hiding spot and rapidly moved past the trees, but no one shot at him.
He was using Eye of Tracker and knew where everyone was hiding, but like previously, he had no idea where that monster was hiding.
It was like he had a skill that allowed him to bypass his detection.
On the other side of the mountain, he saw an outline of a figure hiding behind a tree.
Looking at the figure, BlackNight snorted after seeing how weak-looking the person was.
'Surviving only with camping… Pathetic.' He doesn't understand how people can find enjoyment in camping.
BlackNight has always enjoyed being in the front of the action.
He chose Swordsman class at first but was destroyed in only ten minutes!
He got defeated by the baby wolves and other Players.
BlackNight noticed that he had no skill at Close Quarter Combat.
He died only an hour after White Online was released, but he had another VR Helmet ready if the first one broke.
He created a new account and, this time chose Marksman's class!
But, it didn't take long for him to hear how useless the class was.
In the forums, he even saw one of the King Figures insulting the class and saying how useless it was.
BlackNight became depressed and thought that he wasn't destined for great things.
He wanted wealth so he could do anything he wanted.
He was ugly-looking in the real life and bullied a lot because of it.
His facial features aren't something that can be called pleasant to look at; instead, many would want to look away.
That truly crushed him, and he cursed his parents for a long time for giving him bad genes.
But, on the internet, he saw how people with money could achieve anything.
Fame, women, cars, he could even buy friends!
In his mind, he thought that everything circled around money.
He became obsessed with money.
Then, he was chosen for the Legacy Tournament, but because it was only Mythical, he wasn't interested in it.
He wanted a Godly Legacy!
Godly Legacy would fulfill all his dreams, and he could achieve anything he wanted!
He joined the tournament for Legacy, but he wasn't planning to accept it.
He heard how people talked about special rewards in the forums if someone rejects the Legacy.
Players won't leave empty-handed, and some said that rejecting Mythical Legacy will give Godly Legacy!
BlackNight believed it blindly but had no idea that the forums were made by jealous people who want others to reject the Legacies, so they have a higher chance of getting them.
His chances of winning were destroyed after getting defeated by the monster, but after realizing his identity.
He was genuinely shocked.
The figure was precisely the person who insulted the Marksman class in the forums!
That made him think, was there something hidden within the Marksman class?
Could it make him rich?
He didn't know, but he made up his mind.
He doesn't have to get the Legacy.
Instead, joining the monster's Guild was enough for him!
Endless riches were not far from him, but he needed to show his worth to achieve his dream.
''No hard feelings… But you need to die!'' His blue eyes turned bright red, and another beam of heat vision left his eyes!
