Journey to the Root Server

I Accidentally Became the Guild's Therapist Chapter 46: Journey to the Root Server

The Sakura Dome pulsed with dread, its golden glow fracturing.A crimson alert seared every HUD—players, NPCs, even vending machines.> [ERASE RELIK LUXEMIRA: ACTIVATED]

> [Progress: 3%... 4%...] Livia stood center stage, her idol outfit unraveling at the seams.

Pink sequins flickered, edges dissolving into static wisps.

Her hands trembled, clutching her slime-shaped mic.

Its googly eyes dimmed, as if grieving her fading code.

Her Empathic Insight faltered, the crowd's emotions a faint pulse.

Her eyes darted, panic flaring like a corrupted emote.

I'm not ready to vanish.

Her voice cracked, a ghost of sound. "I'm still here…" The game world buckled under the system's strain.

The sky flickered, neon cherry blossoms melting into static.

System effects shattered—NPCs froze mid-gesture, emotes stuttering. A vending machine sparked, its "Buffer Bae" ad looping in a frenzy.

Players gasped, HUDs flashing "ERROR: SYSTEM INSTABILITY".

The dome's chandeliers pulsed erratically, a server's dying heartbeat.

NPCs glitched, reciting fragments of beta questlines. A baker NPC muttered, "Deliver 12 void cupcakes to the Abyss…" A tailor NPC looped, "Craft ethereal thread… quest expired…" Landscapes beyond the dome warped—trees bent into jagged polygons.

Mountains flickered, revealing wireframe skeletons beneath.

Grasslands unraveled, patches of code rot creeping like ivy.

Forums exploded: #LiviaLives surged to 12M views. A rogue's clip screamed, "She's our glitch! Save her!" Livia's heart pinged, her Group Empathy Burst flickering.

I'm not just their therapist.

Transparency crept up her arms, her skirt fading to pixels.

I'm their voice, their fight.

She swayed, legs trembling, mic heavy in her grip.

Miles stood frozen in the crowd, heart pounding.

His coat billowed—cosmetic wind toggled and forgotten.

His hand clenched, fear spiking: She's fading. We're losing her.

His psychoblade hummed, a low growl of defiance.

He snapped, voice slicing through the static.

"Livia!" His cry echoed, raw, shattering his stoic mask.

His leadership surged: We won't let her go.

The Bloodbath & Beyond guild surged forward.

They stormed the stage, boots clanging on glitched metal.

Phina's runes flared, severing the dome's visual feed.

No admin eyes would witness their rebellion.

Bron raised his shield, its glow a fortress.

"She's ours," he growled, loyalty a blazing wall.

Nyx's flashlight spun, HUD decrypting admin locks.

His ease masked a hacker's past, sharp as a blade.

Alaric's unicorn-slime whinnied, dice spelling "SAVE HER".

Its LED armor flashed, chaotic and unyielding.

Yuna's jammer-mic pulsed, LEDs a defiant rave.

The 70 guild members rallied, emotes a storm.

Veterans stood tall, weapons gleaming with purpose. A mage shouted, "Buff Livia or we riot!" Low-ranks gripped swords, fear in their eyes but feet rooted.A newbie archer whispered, "She listened when I was stuck…" A level 10 healer clutched her staff, voice shaking.

"She helped me after a server crash," she said.

A warrior, scarred from old raids, nodded grimly.

"Livia patched my rage debuff. We owe her."

Their adoration flooded Livia's senses, warm and heavy.

The crowd roared, spamming #NoWipe emotes.

A slime vendor jiggled, chanting, "Emotionally resonant!" It tossed "Therapy Idol 4Ever" keychains into the chaos.

A bard's glitched lute wailed, "She's our soul!" An old patch note fluttered above, a ghost of server updates past.

Miles raised his psychoblade, its hum a battle cry.

"Entire guild, mobilize."

"We're diving to the Root Server."

"We save Livia."

> [SYSTEM MESSAGE: Visual Feed Terminated. Guild Action Classified: Rogue Operation]

Livia sank slightly, mic trembling in her fading hands.

Transparency climbed her torso, her skirt a pixelated haze.

Her Empathic Insight caught the guild's resolve.I wanted to help... not be the raid boss.

She whispered, voice barely audible, "Keep going…" The portal to the Root Server pulsed below.

Its neon maw gaped, code swirling like a digital abyss.

The air reeked of burnt circuits, a server on the brink.

The elite squad—Miles, Bron, Phina, Nyx, Alaric, ten others—stood ready.

Two mages wove arcane buffs, their glow a faint hope.

Three warriors adjusted shields, faces carved with resolve.

Three archers notched arrows, scanning for threats.

Two healers prepped cooldowns, echoing Livia's Soothing Aura.

Yuna's mic jammed admin signals, LEDs blazing defiance.

The rest of the guild formed a perimeter around the stage. A low-rank rogue muttered, "I'm just level 12, but for her…" A tank, barely level 20, tightened his grip. "She's worth it."

The crowd roared, emotes a storm—swords, hearts, glitter.

The team plunged through the portal.

Reality warped, a cutscene stuttering in and out.

The Root Server was a digital wasteland.

Code floors cracked, oozing binary like tar.

Walls pulsed with admin graffiti— "DO NOT RESUSCITATE" —flashing and vanishing.

Ancient bugs skittered, pixelated spiders with glowing cores.

An abandoned NPC flickered, its name tag a garbled string.

It muttered, "System… forgot… me…" before dissolving. A rogue data storm swirled, hurling "Quest: Find Lost Data" prompts.

Nyx smirked, batting them away. "Traps. Keep moving."

Phina's runes sparked, mapping the twisting maze."Core Folder's deep," she said, voice taut.

Her devotion burned: Livia's worth this hell.

Nyx's flashlight carved a path, decrypting code locks.

"Old systems. Sloppy," he muttered, hacker instincts razor-sharp.

He'd cracked real-world vaults tougher than this.

Bron smashed a bug, its core bursting into pixels.

"Clear the way!" His shield glowed, loyalty a fortress.

Alaric's unicorn-slime charged, LED armor flashing.

"Roll for survival!" he cackled, dice spelling "GLITCH CRUSH".

Miles led, psychoblade slicing code rot creeping like ivy.

His leadership steadied: We'll reach her code.

But doubt lingered: What if it's not enough? Mages wove arcane nets, trapping skittering bugs.

Warriors tanked rogue entities, shields sparking under blows.

Archers sniped glitched nodes, arrows shattering code.

Healers reset buffs, their glow a faint echo of Livia.

Yuna's mic jammed static bursts, disrupting system scans.

The air grew heavier, a server straining to hold.

A rogue AI fragment appeared—a glitched knight.

Its sword was a shattered polygon, swinging wildly.

Bron blocked it, shield cracking but unyielding.

Phina's sigils burned, blasting the knight to pixels.

Nyx hacked a code gate, its lock dissolving like mist.

Alaric's dice rolled, sparkles spelling "CORE AHEAD".

Miles's blade hummed, cutting through a data storm.

The Luxemira Core Folder glowed ahead, a pulsing node.

Livia's first code, her essence, locked within a myth.

Born from a "long-ago mistake," now her lifeline.A ghostly merchant flickered, offering "Relic Shard Sale: 99% Glitch Rate!" It vanished, its voice echoing, "No refunds…" The maze tightened, traps growing denser.

Glitched event triggers flared— "Winter Festival 2.1: Collect Snowbytes!" Nyx snorted, slicing through. "Ancient spam."

A data wraith lunged, its form a tangle of corrupted quests.

Phina's runes incinerated it, leaving ash-like code.

Bron tanked a swarm of bugs, their cores popping.

Alaric's unicorn-slime trampled a glitched barrier.

Miles carved through a wall of admin graffiti.

"NO ENTRY" flickered, then faded.

The core pulsed closer, its glow a desperate beacon.

> [Warning: Core Folder Access Denied. Admin Protocols Active.] The erasure progress ticked upward.

> [Progress: 10%... 12%...] Livia's form flickered on the stage above.

Her body was half-transparent, skirt a fading haze.

She sank to her knees, mic slipping from her grasp.I won't let them down.

She whispered, voice a ghost, "Keep going…"

The team pushed deeper, bugs swarming thicker.

Abandoned entities stirred—ghostly merchants, forgotten mobs.

One offered "Beta Relic: 100% Crash Rate!" before glitching out.

Another muttered, "Patch 1.3… never deployed…" The Root Server's core pulsed, so close.

The erasure ticked again.

> [Progress: 15%... 16%...] Livia clutched the stage.

Her nails scraped glitched metal.

Her body blurred.

Her heart pinged one last defiance.

Miles sensed her signal fading, HUD flashing red.

He turned, voice raw. "Faster. She's running out of time."

The guild fought on, emotes blazing.

Swords, hearts, glitter—a rebellion storm.

The core was nearly in reach.

The erasure ticked once more.

> [Progress: 17%...] Livia fell to her knees, half-transparent.

Her eyes locked on the portal, fierce but fading.

Miles knelt, gripping her hand.

Its warmth flickered, a signal dropping.

"Hold on…" he whispered, voice breaking.

"We'll save you."

> [ERASE RELIK LUXEMIRA: Progress: 17%...]

> Livia fell to her knees, half-transparent.

> Miles gripped her hand, vowing, "Hold on… We'll save you."