Epyonnn

“I’m glad I save you before you could die from your suicide attempt. There’s no need to worry; I’ve given you a second chance in life.”

The last thing that a boy named Claudia remembered was jumping off a bridge to end his own life, but now he’s woken up in the world of Serial Slain, his favorite MMORPG. 

For years, he had been playing the video game, eventually reaching the top five of the North American leaderboards. He had no real-life friends and seldom spoke to his family, so Serial Slain was his only solace in life.

But one day, he loses his only in-game friend, he gets betrayed during a dungeon raid, and he loses all his progress, including every level and item. With no other purpose in life, Claudia committed suicide.

His attempt was a failure, and it rendered him paralyzed and cognitively deficient. Luckily, a woman named Virgil gave him the chance of a lifetime by hooking up his brain to a fully immersive VRMMORPG, Serial Slain 2.0—a new update to the original game.

Now, as a Tester of the new VRMMORPG, Claudia must defeat the final boss or risk returning to the reality that he hated.

Just when he thought he was living his ideal reality, he soon realizes that even the video game world has its fair share of sorrow and suffering.
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World Map: https://twitter.com/lizorleiorarnol/status/1411774908149944321?s=21
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Warning: This novel deals with sensitive topics, such as suicide, and uses strong language.
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Non-Player Character

Before I knew it, the monster had swallowed me whole.

It was pitch-black inside as the stomach compressed and digested my body. While I churned within the fluids, I could hear some muffled voices outside.

Because of my Steel Skin spell, the stomach acid wasn't doing too much damage. Still, the only armor I wore was my Skyfire Helmet.

I didn't expect to fight something like the Dezastre, so I hadn't equipped the rest of my gear.

But, first things first: I had to get out of here.

Once again, channeling my warlock magic, I punched the stomach lining with all my might, knocking the giant centipede to the side. I struck again, and again, and again.

I kicked, and I punched like mad until the Dezastre threw me back up.

When I landed on the rock floor, I was covered in goo and corrosive stomach fluid. By now, my HP was at thirty-four percent, and Steel Skin was running out.

Chapter 66: Free to Behave Like a Fool or a Machine