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

"Here, just like promised," Tom said, throwing the silvery coin to the female that saved the life of the scrawny archer. "Split it with those who helped you out in any way you believe to be fair," he added before turning his face to the guild master.

"Let me guess," the woman spoke up before Tom could even say a word. "You want me to handle the procedure of turning them into slaves, right?" she said, looking at Tom with a peculiar look on her face.

"Exactly," the young man replied. "I want them to be absolutely loyal to a single order I will give them while being unable to even say a word about the task to anyone else," he stated his wishes before turning around and scanning the entire room.

'There they are,' Tom thought, ignoring the guild master and everyone else who had some part in the recent commotion. "Sorry for the delay, but I had to deal with it right away," he said as he approached Krater and the rest of his group.

Is it how it feels to be a tycoon?