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

He didn't cast any of his supportive skills, unwilling to reveal his hand so early in the fight. Instead, he simply relied on his already fearsome physical capabilities.

'Let's see how good this Ex skill is!' he thought, rushing towards the faun ahead.

"You are too hasty," Fanuaris smiled, angling the hold over his sword.

Before Tom could even reach close to the monster, another sword appeared in its other hand, turning him from a single-wielder to a dual wielder.

'Is that your trick?' Tom thought, jogging at a fraction of his speed forward.

He saw no point in actually closing the distance and entering the close combat quarters. Just from the look at Faunaris face, Tom could tell that clashing weapons with him would be no different than a death sentence.

But there was one skill of his that required him to get just a little closer.

Fight with Faunaris