MotivatedSloth

"Hello, sir. Are you cashing out or leveling up?"

Dungeons Online was the first game that cracked the system. Let nerds earn by nerding, and they will nerd forever. And Dungeons Online did just that. 

Noobs turned into middle-class workers. Pro-players turned into celebrities and multi-millionaires. 

And there was Tom. Likely, the only top ranker that lived off the scraps and cat-food. A courtesy of his father that went and disappeared, leaving Tom with just enough money to survive until his graduation. Until the day where the option of cashing out would appear.

Dungeons Online. A game where developers never shared a single bit of information. A game where the death of one's avatar is permanent. A game that can turn a beggar into a lord just as quickly as turning a celebrity into nobody. 

But where does all this money comes from? How is it connected to the unnatural disaster that all governments across the world buried any information off? And how is this all connected to Tom's missing father?

Dungeons Online

"Well," Tom said while rising from his knees. "There is no point dawdling on this point. Let's move out," he ordered in a soft voice as he picked up his knife and shoved it back into its holster.

"Is that all?" Claudia asked, pretty surprised by the sudden change in Tom's plans. "Didn't you want to test them extensively?" she added more details to make her question actually about something rather than as vague as it was initially.

"How long do you think we will deal with slimes?" Tom asked while kicking away the last of the first three slimes that they encountered away. "Up to the fifth floor? Maybe tenth if we are unlucky?" he guessed the answer himself, basing it on his own experiences in the dungeon so far.

Out of the loop