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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

Dawei froze as the system flashed a cold wall of warnings across his interface.

System Prompt:Zhugutra has become aware of excessive player behavior.

System Prompt:Zhugutra is furious with you.

System Prompt:Zhugutra has locked onto your presence.

System Prompt:Zhugutra will arrive at the laboratory in 3 minutes.

He stared at the glowing alerts, heart pounding like a jackhammer.

"Damn. I knew it. There's no way the system was gonna let me chug half his lab and get away clean."

For the first time since entering Mercenary World, Dawei truly felt like he was in a game. The scrolling data, the countdown timer, the fatal warnings—it was that familiar adrenaline rush he hadn't felt since quitting World of Warcraft. Except now, it wasn't just a raid wipe—it felt personal.

One last bottle sat there—a glass vial filled with a liquid the color of the sky at dawn. It shimmered like it knew it was his only shot.

"If I leave now, I escape. But if this last one doesn't give me movement speed…"

"Then all these gains are wasted. I'll just be a walking stat stick—thick blood, big health bar, and no legs to move it."

No more hesitation. Dawei grabbed the Sky Elixir and downed it in one smooth gulp.

System Prompt:You have consumed [Sky Elixir].Effect: Attack Speed +3 | Movement Speed +9

"YES!" Dawei shouted, fist in the air.

The -4 penalty from earlier was not only canceled, he now had +5 movement speed net gain. He darted across the room like a man possessed, his steps light and swift, no longer dragging like a lame zombie.

System Prompt:You have consumed Sky Elixir. Zhugutra's attitude toward you has escalated to: DEADLY ENEMY.

System Prompt:Zhugutra will arrive in 10 seconds.

"Ten?!" Dawei's jaw hit the metaphorical floor.

The lab lights flickered, and a bone-chilling pressure settled on the room like a stormfront. Somewhere above, a door slammed open, and a screeching howl of raw fury echoed down the castle corridors.

"Brother bet it all, and won... but now it's time to cash out and run."

Dawei bolted. He slammed the sewer grate shut behind him and took off through the murky tunnel like a sewer rat on rocket boosters.

It wasn't glamorous. It wasn't heroic.

But it was glorious.

"Who needs a mount when you've got panic and Sky Elixir?"

Even the foul water couldn't dampen his grin.

"You... can't... run... forever!"

Zhugutra's voice thundered through the walls like a living curse. It wasn't just rage—it was a promise of annihilation.

System Prompt:Zhugutra has locked onto your position.

Dawei glanced at the map—and nearly tripped over his own feet.

A red marker had appeared. And it was moving fast.

His joy dissolved into pure dread. Whatever else the Sky Elixir did, it didn't come with stealth.

"This NPC isn't tracking me, he's GPS pinning me like I'm Uber Eats!"

He sprinted harder, lungs burning, sloshing through sludge, eyes scanning for a branch in the sewer—anywhere to turn, dodge, or lose pursuit.

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