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The God's Garden interface blinked out of existence, the virtual world evaporating like mist, leaving only the sterile reality of Rex's apartment. For a brief moment, the disconnect from the game world felt almost suffocating. The hum of the old fan in the corner was the only sound filling the silence, and the soft glow from his desk lamp cast harsh shadows across the walls. He stared at the empty screen, his hands still gripping the controller, though it had already stopped responding. His fingertips were sore, a dull ache settling in his joints after twelve hours of non-stop play. The feeling of exhaustion hit him like a wave—the kind that wasn't just physical but seeped into his mind, too.

Rex exhaled slowly, rubbing his eyes. The light from the screen had burned itself into his vision, and he blinked, trying to adjust to the dim room around him. There was a heavy silence in the air, the kind that always followed a long gaming session. It was as if the real world was suddenly too quiet, too still. The constant noise and excitement of God's Garden were gone, replaced by an eerie calm that only served to magnify the emptiness he felt.

He glanced at the clock. It was 8:00 AM, the sunlight creeping through his blinds in dull streaks. The harsh morning light seemed to mock him—so vibrant and full of life—while he felt like a hollow shell. His body ached, and his muscles felt stiff from being locked in the same position for so long. Even his back was sore from hours of slumping in front of the screen, the weight of his obsession pulling him into a cycle of endless gaming and grinding.

But it wasn't just the physical exhaustion. It was the emotional fatigue that gnawed at him, far deeper than any muscle pain. His mind still buzzed with the adrenaline of the game, the victory of completing a difficult demon task in God's Garden fresh in his memory. Yet the satisfaction felt fleeting, like a temporary high that soon faded into a dull ache. For all his effort, for all the hours spent slaying monsters and completing quests, there was still something missing—an emptiness that couldn't be filled with in-game success alone.

Rex sat slumped in his chair, his fingers resting on the worn keyboard. The adrenaline of the past few hours had finally ebbed away, and in its place, a hollow emptiness filled the air. He had avenged himself on Rising Solutions, the guild that had once humiliated him. The plan had been executed flawlessly—Max, Cathy, and the rest of the guild had fallen, their alliance shattered by his careful manipulation and sabotage. Every carefully laid trap had come together, ensuring that the once-proud guild would crumble. It had been a satisfying victory, a bittersweet triumph that had taken hours to achieve.

But now, as Rex sat alone, staring at the game interface, a strange sense of emptiness lingered. The satisfaction of his revenge felt fleeting, like a momentary flash in the dark. He had expected closure after dealing with Rising Solutions, but instead, the world of God's Garden felt oddly hollow, as though something vital was missing. The game, once so immersive, now seemed muted. Even the vibrant colors and lively chatter from players in the guild forums seemed distant, their voices fading into the background.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rex noticed the notification tab blinking—a slight, persistent glow. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was another one of the endless system updates, but his curiosity got the best of him. He clicked on it, expecting another trivial message about in-game events or a new sale in the store. But what he found was something much more significant.

The first notification was a cold, blunt headline: Rising Solutions Has Officially Disbanded.

Rex's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. He had expected the guild to fall apart, but seeing it laid out so plainly, as a formal announcement, felt surreal. Rising Solutions was no more. The guild that had once humiliated him, betrayed him, and laughed in his face was gone. The process of disbandment had been swift—faster than Rex could have ever imagined. The guild's name, once a symbol of ambition and unity, was now lost in the annals of history.

What Rex didn't know, however, was that this disbandment had not been purely due to the failure of the guild or the fall of its leadership. It had been orchestrated in a way that he had never anticipated.

Rex's first instinct was to revel in the destruction of his enemies. His mind immediately flashed to the carefully executed series of manipulations that had led to this moment. Rising Solutions' downfall had begun only a few hours earlier, and it had all been part of his revenge. The trap had been set. Max, Cathy, and the others had no idea that they were being lured into a perfectly executed sabotage. Everything had been done under the radar. Max, in particular, had been the target, and Rex was satisfied. He had taken his time, breaking the guild down piece by piece, but something felt off now.

As Rex read further, his curiosity was piqued by another notification—this one from a well-known in-game news outlet, Gaming Horizons. The article, titled Max Framed for Murder, Guild Disbands Overnight, told the story of Rising Solutions' sudden and dramatic collapse.

The article described how, just hours before the guild's disbandment, Max had been falsely accused of murder—a crime that would have been unthinkable for someone of his status. The NPC priest, who was the protector of Blue Wind Town, had been found dead, and all the evidence pointed toward Max as the murderer. The article went on to explain how the evidence was carefully fabricated, the crime scene staged to implicate him, and most shockingly, how the guild's emblem had been found at the scene.

Rex's jaw clenched as he read the details. The guild emblem had been placed near the crime scene, along with forms and other incriminating evidence. This was the final blow. Max had been framed, and there was no way for him to escape the situation. The emblem had been planted in such a way that it pointed directly to Max. It was a masterstroke of sabotage—Rex had used his assassin's skills to make it seem like Max was behind the crime, all while hiding in the shadows, using his identity to remain anonymous.

In the chaos that followed, the members of Rising Solutions had turned on Max. With the evidence stacked against him, there was no way for him to defend himself. His reputation, built over years of ambition, was destroyed in a single day. The guild had no choice but to disband, torn apart by the scandal. Max's position as leader had crumbled, and the guild's members scattered in all directions, each one more focused on saving themselves than on the future of Rising Solutions.

The news outlet continued to report that Max, now a fugitive, had fled the scene and gone into hiding. His status as the former leader of Rising Solutions was now tarnished beyond repair. There was no hope for him to regain his position of power, not after such a scandal. The article also mentioned how the once-proud guild had broken apart under the weight of Max's betrayal and the ensuing chaos. Those who had remained loyal to him were now left without purpose, their future uncertain.

Rex leaned back in his chair, a dark smile curling on his lips. The guild's downfall had been swift and complete, and the damage had been done. Max's reputation was destroyed, and with it, any hope of reclaiming power. But what Rex didn't know was that Max had not been defeated as easily as it seemed.

What the article failed to mention was the true reason behind Max's sudden rise in Twilight Stars—a rise that came not from his skill or leadership, but from a much darker source. Max had been bound by a debt, one that he had incurred through underhanded deals and manipulations. His position in Twilight Stars was not one of triumph, but of necessity. To clear his mounting debts, Max had been forced into servitude. His joining of Twilight Stars had been a way to pay off what he owed, and the guild had welcomed him with open arms, not out of respect, but out of necessity.

Max, now serving as an Elite Team Head, was in no position of power. He was a pawn, working to pay off debts he could never truly escape. He had sold his soul to Twilight Stars, and in doing so, had sealed his fate.

Rex, unaware of this darker truth, continued to watch the developments unfold. Max's rise in Twilight Stars seemed like a victory, but it was one that came at a great cost. Rex's final revenge was not in watching Max succeed, but in watching him struggle under the weight of his own debts. The game had never been about who had the power—it had always been about who was willing to play the game the longest.

Rex's plan had worked. Max had been framed, his guild disbanded, and his reputation destroyed. But the game wasn't over yet, and Rex knew it. As long as Max was alive, there would always be another move to make. And Rex was ready to play it when the time was right.

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