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

"Marvin!" Tom shouted from the bottom of his lungs. Even though the soundwave would be slightly tampered by the gate separating the dungeon's corridors and the boss room, he still hoped that his voice would reach his friend.

After all, he was supposed to wait with the rest of the group just at the edge of the range of Tom's voice.

'I wonder if it will work,' Tom thought, casting a quick glance towards the exist before moving his eyes back at the girl in his arms.

'Still, is she just exhausted? Did she run out of mana? Or what else could have happened?' Tom attempted to figure out the problem.

After using her new ability just twice, Cleo collapsed and lost consciousness. Right now, her chest was moving up and down, proving that, at the very least, she was still alive.

Dealing with Cleo's sleep