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

"Just like before," Claudia muttered under her nose as she kneeled on one knee, right at the doorstep of the boss room.

This was one of the particulars of Dungeons Online that proved to be useful in real life as well. As long as one didn't step into the open area where the boss resided, it wouldn't be able to notice it nor retaliate to any of its attacks.

This kind of limitation would prove useless once the monsters turned strong enough, given how no attack capable of hurting them could fit through the doorway. Once the bosses became a real threat, peashooters like Tom's rifles wouldn't even scratch them.

But that was still way further ahead.

Right now, Claudia rested the back of the rifle on her arm and leaned over the scope.

Problem of munition