[Congratulations, you have cleared the entire Erion Sectors.]
[You are the top 1% to complete this scenario.]
[Reward will be allocated soon.]
Sylus stared at the monitor for a while.
He had already ended the stream, but he could still see come of the chat left behind.
{Dih234^: Broda, did you see Ada's ass? Bro the developers knew what they were doing.}
{Catnip: Can't believe bro is the only one who has access to the game. I'm so fuckin jealous.}
{Goon45: Hey man, it's cool, be like me, I just stroke my shi to the baddies while he plays.}
Slyus wasn't all that surprised about the comments, he was used to getting them.
The dim glow from the screen reflected on his face, as he wrapped his lips around a lollipop, sucking the licking hell out of it before pulling it out.
Pop!
"...So I'm done?"
He leaned back against the chair. This time his eyes focused on the ceiling.
Since the room we dark, one could not exactly tell what was he was looking at.
For some weird reason, gaming in the dark had always been a habit of his.
You could say it made him feel he was truly the only one that existed in the universe.
19 years of age and a drop out from college, Sylus hasn't always had the best life. Infact, he was so shit that making friends or trying out anything social became some kind of chore to him.
His parents were always working overseas, so its not like he got the chance to speak to them very often about his condition. And even if he did, parents habe the habit of turning the situation into their own problems.
"Are you saying I'm not a good dad?"
"Go back to school, I don't want my colleague thinking I raised a bad son."
It would most likely end with them saying any one of these two things. So why bother.
For the most part, he managed to make a life for himself playing games and streaming online. Funny how people who he had never met loved him more than the people around him.
He was earning good, about $10,000 a week, and even got to become one of the top streamers in Korea.
All these was thanks to the game he got from a stranger down the street one friday evening.
**Goodness of the underworld: Pull and Save.**
Though the name sounded crappy at first listen, it was actually a very good game.
The game featured a man, trying to keep monsters from destroying certain cities while having to control a group of beautiful women along side him.
It was a Gacha game. The type that would make you choose wether your main character would be a girl or boy.
If you chose male, your character would have three girls fighting over him throughout the whole game.
But if you chose the female character, you'd just be a simple commander trying to keep things in check.
Sylus didn't take the game seriously at first as he assumed it would just be another porn like games where you'd probably have sex with all the women and level up.
Boy was he wrong.
As the story progressed, he began to immerse himself into it, wanting to know what would happen less. Very less fan service took place and yet, every female character was a 10.
Most would argue, but Sylus would pick a well written love interest than a slut with no personality.
He grinded the game for days, and slowly began to stream him, getting views after views.
Of course there was a reason for this too.
The game, _Goodness or the underworld._ didn't exist anywhere else in the world.
Sylus was the only one with a copy of the game. This made people want to watch him play it, after they gave up on trying to acquire the game for themselves.
And now - after months of constant hardwork, Sylus had completed the game.
'I ended the stream before I got to the last boss. I don't want people knowing the game has already been completed. Eh? This isn't good. I shouldn't be this calm about it.'
He leaned forward, his fingers resting on then keyboard.
'If I don't figure something soon, how will I keep getting people to watch my streams? Everyone knows I'm boring as hell, no way they'll watch me play a random game for four hours.'
Slyus began to search every nuke and crany of the game, trying to see if he could find anywhere a hidden option or anything could be hidden.
It wasn't rare for games to have one of those. Small campaigns for players to waste their time one once they have completed a particular game.
Suddenly -
[Would you like to continue the story?]
[Yes] or [No.]
The template showed on his monitor screen.
'What the? So there was a hidden campaign.'
Slyus moved the mouse and clicked on the yes option.
Nothing happened for a while, it felt like the game had lagged and was no longer responding. Even when he tried to move the mouse, nothing happened.
Then, another notification popped up-
[You no longer have access to the game. ]
[Congratulations on completing the tutorial. ]
[The Gacha system welcomes you.]
'Is this a bug?'
He got his answer pretty quickly as the ground suddenly opened up and swallowed him whole.
His screams grew faint as the darkness began to slowly take control of his surroundings. The sound of his heart beat was the only comforting thing he could hear.
Slyus mind went blank, he could barely tell what was happening around him , other than the fact he was constantly falling into a neverending pit.
All he could hear were whispers of voices from every single side of the darkness that danced around him.
For what seemed to be an eternity, Slyus kept falling and falling and then-
There was finally light.
He wasn't falling any more. He could already feel his feet pressing against a hard surface.
Wait - there was something else.
A sharp pain in his guts. He felt warm, as if something was hugging him from the inside.
Why were people screaming and shouting all around him? Are people running and shooting? He could hear gunshots alongside the ground tumbling with rapid footsteps.
Slyus managed to open his eyes.
And there he was, standing in the middle of nowhere, with a huge while in his stomach.
Clearly he already lost alot of blood, seeing he was barely even bleeding anymore.
In front of him were other civilians running as fast as they could, most of which were females.
'What the hell?'
He whispered, spotting the monster that raced passed him.
The monster in question looked to be humanoid with several whips dancing at its back.
Not that Slyus could make it out completely. He was dying.
Or perhaps already dead.
Taking one step forward, he collapsed to the ground and immediately went cold and unconscious.