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

'I have no idea if it's possible, but it would be a waste not to try it,' Tom decided, pulling himself back. He then threw one last look at the slime before shrugging his arms and turning around.

Since he could heal himself off this monster, and this monster was perfectly capable of absorbing vast quantities of magical energy...

Could it be possible to use this slime to heal Cleo as well? And by a stretch, if he were to somehow isolate its core and bring it to the world outside, maybe even Claudia could see the light of the day as well?

"I'm turning more crafty by the day," Tom muttered, lowering his weapon and approaching the barrier between the boss-room and the rest of the level.

Healing Cleo