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In a future where cutting-edge holographic technology blurs the line between games and reality, Mercenary World emerges as the most advanced and immersive MMO ever created—backed by global governments and boasting a 98% reality simulation rate. Players are thrust into a living, breathing world of myth, magic, and warfare, where completing god-level missions can earn real-world riches.

Dawei, a nearly 30-year-old veteran gamer down on his luck, quits World of Warcraft and watches helplessly as other players become millionaires overnight. Driven by desperation and a spark of ambition, he spends his last savings on a full VR setup and logs into Mercenary World, determined to turn his life around.

But fate plays a cruel joke—or perhaps a hidden blessing—when he’s randomly assigned a notoriously impossible S-class mission: Kill the Three-Headed Dragon. Without gear, skills, or allies, he’s dropped into a crumbling city under siege by a monster that no player has ever defeated.

Yet in this ultra-realistic world, Dawei stumbles upon an unexpected loophole: the mission doesn’t immediately fail if he flees. Realizing the game rewards creative problem-solving over brute strength, Dawei begins to uncover the true nature of god-tier missions—ones not designed for brute force, but for those bold enough to think beyond the system.

Armed with only his wits, gaming instincts, and a system-assigned name as unimpressive as “Burdock,” Dawei begins his journey—not just to beat the game, but to beat the odds stacked against every underdog.

The Mercenary World Of Online Games

System Prompt:Player has completed the quest: [Catch the Werewolf Montico]!

The message hit Dawei like a frying pan to the face.

"Wait... that counted as a completion?"

He was cursed, traumatized, emotionally scorched, possibly now a pawn of a vampire, and the mission still counted?

He rubbed his eyes and checked for a reward.

"So the alchemy potion was the reward," he muttered. "I got paid before I did the job. That's either advanced trust… or wage theft."

The Great Sage Dioise stood before him, posture firm, expression grim. For once, his usual cryptic wisdom was replaced by something raw and weighty.

"Child," he said, voice solemn, "we now share a common enemy."

Dawei blinked. "Finally. Someone said it."

System Prompt:Do you accept the quest: [Eradicate Evil!]

[Eradicate Evil!]As a sworn enemy of the evil faction, the Great Sage Dioise seeks to eliminate the root of Dakazan's corruption. You are invited to join him in confronting and eradicating the vampire behind it all—Hindlow, Count of Shadows.

The quest title gleamed black and crimson, an elite-category banner that players called "Dark Gold Missions."

"So, it's official," he muttered. "Brother's not a monster. Brother's a hero now."

He'd gone from a statless starter, just trying to survive, to a player with a cursed bloodline, a Great Sage ally, and a front-row seat to one of the game's most tightly buried storylines.

The vampire count wasn't just a map boss—he was the architect of the region's corruption, the puppeteer behind Montico's fall, and now, Dawei's next target.

Was it revenge? Retribution? Justice?

System Prompt:New Quest Accepted: [Eradicate Evil!]

The message locked into his interface like a branding seal.

But this… this was definitely in the same league.

As he walked back toward the clearing, he reflected on the messy, tangled arc he'd fallen into.

From the very beginning, he'd suspected that the Cursed Forest wasn't part of a straightforward god-tier mission. The pacing had felt too long, too convoluted, too lore-heavy. But now, things made sense.

The failure of [Kill the Three-Headed Dragon] was a consequence of diverging paths. Not dying. Not defeat.

He could almost see the system logic now.

Once he triggered the unique Montico line and followed it through, the original quest was automatically archived. That was the cost of open-world branching stories. You couldn't do everything.

Sometimes, choosing one destiny meant discarding another.

He hadn't failed. He'd just shifted timelines.

Now lying on his creaky basement bed, staring at the old leak-stained ceiling above him, Dawei finally let his shoulders relax.

His lips twitched into a crooked grin.

"Alright," he muttered. "Still in the game. Still on the board. Maybe not the divine path I was hoping for, but I've got a cursed bloodline, a legendary sage backing me, and a vampire lord to kill."

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