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 walked out of the room through the hole in the back of its wall. There was no longer any need for the doors, now that nothing separated what used to be the room from the corridor covered in rubble.

"At least the entire building didn't collapse," Tom muttered, keeping the degree of the destruction in his mind. 'Now that I think about it,' his face tenses up, 'what even caused this degree of damage?'

Tom's question only seems weird. Even if the guild master herself was weak, far weaker than she posed to be, Tom was confident about his strength. As such, at first thought, a fight that forced him to go all-in should actually result in far greater collateral damage to the surroundings.

But that wasn't the case at all once one thought about it.

Tom's heartless decision