Ron_Azure

More than a hundred years after Earth was devastated by a nuclear war, the survivors finally began to adapt. Many Sanctuaries were built, and the technological developments let them live civilized lives again.

Some of them migrated to the Moon or to Mars to avoid the nuclear pollution ravaging the Earth, but many more chose to stay on the now ruined planet they called home.

In 131 A.R., a groundbreaking game startled humanity. A VR game launched by the Human Union changed the fragmented society.

Alex, a former gambler, was gifted free game capsules by the government with no explanation. Together with his family, they started their journey in this new world filled with magic and adventure.

They never could have imagined that the game was more than just a means for entertainment. It would decide their fate and the fate of every human-beings as well.

Desolate World

After being ejected by the game, he looked at the cover of the capsule blankly. He knew that he was done for. He had lost 12 million dirac after all. All of his hard work for these months went down the drain.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to shout. It was unfair. He had never done bad things to others. Even if he was bullied by Sunny Gulf Guild, he had never given up to live as normally as he could.

But, why did bad things always come to him?

"Yes, it should be them. He should be a member of the Sunny Gulf Guild. They always came to mess with me. Damn it! I should be more careful!" Troy said with hatred.

He was sure his attacker was from Sunny Gulf Guild. He also suspected the NPC may have lied. He must not be a staff of town hall. It must have been planned a long time ago. Because, it was impossible for it to be just a coincidence. How could his attacker know that he had a 12 million dirac check?

Restart (Part Five)