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

Tom's entire self shrank to just two things. Two aspects, as there was hardly any remaining piece of flesh of the young man.

An overwhelming storm of constantly having his body rebuilt by an insane amount of mana and having it burned back by the guts of the explosion.

Tom's spear broke apart in this raging sea of mana. It was made of off Tom's magic for the most part, with nothing but low-quality wood and metal underneath.

It served him well, but now it was the definite end to Tom's weapon.

Through the sheer force of will, Tom kept the connection of his skill, constantly sucking in the insane amount of magic that raged around him.

And in this overwhelming amount of mana, his body constantly regenerated. No matter how much of his flesh sizzled away, it would grow back under the nourishing care of the same mana that was damaging it.

Recovery