Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  In a room filled with sunlight, a bird chirped on an air conditioner compressor.

  The cell phone on a table by the bed emitted a shrill alarm. The time was 8 am.

  A pale hand grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm.

  A person sat up on the bed, their face obscured by the blinding sunlight.

  The man put the cell phone back on the table, got up, and walked out.

  Time passed, and a person came in and walked to a gaming capsule. He opened it and got in.

  When the capsule door was closed, it was quiet. The capsule hummed to life, and his awareness slipped into the game world.

  [ID: Dragonborn (Gnome)]

  [Dungeon Reputation Level: 4]

  [Proceed] [Exit]……

  [Game is connecting to server, please wait]……

  “Hoo……”


  Dragonborn opened his eyes and inhaled deeply. There were various mixed sounds.

  “Are you online? TakeASpearHit hasn’t arrived yet.”


  Dragonborn sat up and saw a Houndhead Man whose back was facing him. He was SealHeadLingChong.

  SealHeadLingChong’s Pauldron was completely destroyed, and his right arm was dangling, a dirty bandage wrapped around his shoulders. He was injured by a comrade with a Hammer while fighting the Ogres a few days ago.

  SealHeadLingChong didn’t have to go after that comrade as his head was crushed by an Ogre’s Mace. That comrade was revived in Eternal Kingdom.

  “Is your shoulder alright? Is it painful?” Dragonborn asked and felt it was strange. SealHeadLingChong turned his head, and they were dumbstruck. Then both of them laughed.

  “Gosh, the game is so realistic that I’m disoriented. I adjusted the pain threshold, and the shoulder pain is killing me. Don’t you think it’s painful? It’s really cool to be injured and have your companions worry in the game……” SealHeadLingChong said thoughtfully as he shook his head.

  Dragonborn nodded in agreement. They were in awe of the game and its incredible realism.

  This was the reason they marched for three days, shouted for help in the forum, and made a few phone calls that made hundreds of gamers wake up at midnight to get online.

  To them, it was their second life in an alternate reality.

  Dragonborn stood up. In reality, he had to brush his teeth, wash up, and eat breakfast. However, in the game world, he didn’t have to do all of that, though he still had to eat.

  After sleeping for a night, the first thing to do was eat some clay.

  Dragonborn didn’t have any clay in his backpack. The existence of the Guild allowed gamers to help each other.

  Before they set off for the mission, Dragonborn had assigned the Guild members to prepare a cauldron and fire-making materials. They were to be used now.

  After the cauldron was lit, they obtained nearby underground water and clay. After cooking it with a special technique, the clay could be eaten.

  The breakfast was ready early in the morning.

  The Goblin in charge of breakfast for Springfield Flower Kindergarten was still a Goblin after a few months. His combat skill was horrible.

  There were such gamers who weren’t specialized in combat. No matter how they learned, they couldn’t fight. Considering everyone had the same body, the biggest reason was attitude. The only difference was the combat technique itself.

  Some gamers panicked when they held a weapon. How could they be good at fighting?

  They were most likely life connoisseur gamers, like scientists. Or they could learn how to create Bladder Bombs and gather research and knowledge to become a Sacred Knight from Hemp Rope Technology.

  Everybody had witnessed the Power of Sacred Light. Of course, the requirements were good learning results and passing the Sacred Light examination.

  Dragonborn wasn’t chosen for this path. Most of the gamers weren’t chosen for this path.

  The gamers and 30 of the Orcs set up camp at a natural cave.

  Apple was familiar with the terrain, which was desolate. There was clay, water, and even fluorescent grass. This was a suitable campsite.

  The cave was large enough to accommodate 300 of them.

  TakeASpearHit awoke. Everyone got online punctually at 8 am. SealHeadLingChong was a professional gamer, so he was online early.

  The three of them, together with the Springfield Flower Kindergarten Guild members, had breakfast. Then a few of the members stayed back to clear the fire and the cauldron.

  Dragonborn took TakeASpearHit and the wounded SealHeadLingChong to the gamers’ meeting.

  The meeting consisted of a few Guild chairpersons and management. They discussed their next move.

  During the two days after defeating the Ogres, several of these meetings were held.

  The battle with the Ogres caused more than 300 casualties. They had to manage the remaining 300 warriors carefully. For those who survived the battle with the Ogres, they were capable Guild members.

  Without capability and persistence, they wouldn’t have survived until now.

  Dragonborn arrived at a cleared empty space where many Guild members had gathered. They were from various Guilds, such as Dragon Raja, the Meat Vegetable Rice Alliance, CoolBreezeButtocks, MumSaysNoLongNamesOtherwisePeopleCanSeeEvenIfYouHideBehindRocks, the SherlieHubbyHelpSociety, and the Pioneer Alliance.

  “Dragonborn is here.”


  NotWearingPants was the MC. When he saw Dragonborn, he led Dragonborn to an empty spot.

  Dragonborn saw Sylvanas, Peasant, and Arthur. BurningChestHair was missing.

  Dragonborn thought