"Fuck you, game developers!"
The scream echoed violently through the massive hall, crashing against the stone walls like a curse that refused to die.
Fourteen years.
Fourteen goddamn years of my life.
And today… this world was ending.
The room fell silent again, but the anger didn't fade. It lingered in the air like poison, thick and heavy. My chest burned as if someone had reached inside and twisted my heart with merciless fingers.
Why… why does it have to end like this?
Fourteen years of battles. Fourteen years of friendships, betrayals, victories, defeats—memories that felt more real than anything outside this world.
And now, everything was being erased.
Slowly, the massive door behind me creaked open.
The sound was deep and deliberate, as if the room itself was breathing.
Inside stood a vast chamber dominated by a huge circular table, polished to a mirror-like shine. Heavy chairs surrounded it—chairs made not for comfort, but for authority. The kind of furniture that screamed wealth, power, and command.
The walls were lined with ancient banners, their symbols glowing faintly with residual magic. Massive chandeliers floated midair, suspended by spells rather than chains, casting a soft golden light across the room.
This wasn't just any room.
This was the kind of place where empires were planned… and destroyed.
I drifted forward slowly.
My gaze lowered.
Under the table, on one of the chairs, sat a figure so small it almost felt ridiculous in such a grand setting.
A slime.
A translucent, softly glowing blue slime.
That was me.
Even after all these years… still a slime.
I floated closer, my gelatinous body rippling with faint magical pulses. I could almost laugh at the irony.
Fourteen years… and I never once regretted choosing this form.
A bitter voice echoed again in my mind, heavy with frustration and despair.
"All my friends left. They laughed. They mocked me. They told me to quit."
The voice trembled—not from weakness, but from exhaustion.
"But I didn't leave. I stayed. Even when the game started dying. Even when updates stopped coming."
A pause.
"And now… when the servers are finally shutting down… what am I even supposed to do?"
The slime fell silent.
Then memories began to resurface.
Fourteen years ago…
Monster Legion.
The world's first full-scale open-world VR MMORPG.
Not just a game.
A revolution.
Players could dive in using full VR immersion—sight, sound, touch, even pain simulation carefully regulated to feel real without being lethal. No loading screens. No invisible walls.
Just a massive living world.
What truly made Monster Legion legendary was its storyline. Rich, layered, and brutally honest. Choices mattered. Kingdoms rose and fell based on player actions. Entire regions could be wiped out… permanently.
The game exploded in popularity.
Players from every other MMORPG migrated here. Forums went wild. Streamers crowned it the future of gaming.
Strangely, almost nothing was known about the development company.
No interviews. No faces. No scandals.
Just one thing was certain—updates were consistent, massive, and mind-blowingly creative.
Within a single year of launch, Monster Legion became the number one game in the world.
That was when I joined.
A friend had dragged me in.
He already had a guild.
But it came with one rule.
"A monster-only guild," he'd said proudly. "No humans. Not even one."
Everyone picked their races based on preference.
Dragons. Demons. Liches. Beasts.
I chose a slime.
They laughed at first.
They always laughed.
But slowly… very slowly… they stopped.
Days turned into months.
Months into years.
Friends came and went. Some quit. Some betrayed. Some disappeared without a word.
But our guild grew.
We built a magnificent base, carved into an ancient floating mountain. We raised an army. Every guild member customized NPC soldiers—each one unique, loyal, and deadly.
By the fifth year, our name echoed across the world.
By the tenth year, we were legends.
For ten consecutive years, our guild never dropped out of the Top 10.
Not once.
And me?
My rank never fell either.
A slime.
Standing among dragons and demon kings.
Then… everything stopped.
No updates.
No announcements.
Silence.
Players started leaving.
New games launched—better graphics, faster systems, newer mechanics.
But I stayed.
Even when the guild leader finally logged out for the last time… he passed leadership to me.
And disappeared.
Three years passed.
Three long, empty years.
One by one, the remaining players quit.
Until…
Only one remained.
Me.
The last active player.
The last monster.
The last slime.
"Fuck you, developers!"
The shout tore through the hall again, louder this time.
The system clock appeared in the air.
00:00:35
Thirty-five seconds until shutdown.
I surged upward, slamming myself onto the table before bouncing toward the main building.
Ahead stood a gigantic door, carved with ancient runes—the entrance to the Guildmaster's Throne Room.
Magic flared around me.
The door burst open.
Inside lay a castle beyond imagination.
Golden pillars stretched into darkness. Stained-glass windows depicted wars we had fought. Chandeliers made of crystallized mana illuminated the vast hall.
At the far end stood the throne.
Massive.
Elegant.
Lonely.
I jumped.
And landed on it.
The throne that once commanded thousands.
The ticking began.
Ting…
Ting…
Ting…
Time ran out.
Darkness.
Then—
I was lying down.
Cold.
Hard.
Reality crashed in.
I was back in the real world, inside my VR capsule.
My body felt heavy… but strangely distant.
Exhaustion washed over me.
As I waited for the shutdown confirmation, sleep claimed me.
When I opened my eyes again…
Something was wrong.
I could see.
But not the room.
Not the capsule.
My body felt… light.
Too light.
Weightless.
Panic surged.
"Logout!"
Nothing happened.
"LOGOUT!"
Still nothing.
Rage exploded.
"Motherfucker developers!"
Silence answered back.
And for the first time…
Fear crept in.
Author's Note
In this chapter, we are introduced to the protagonist, his deep emotional connection to the VR MMORPG Monster Legion, and the painful shutdown of the game after fourteen years. We see his loneliness, loyalty, anger toward the developers, and the mystery that begins when logout no longer works.
This chapter sets the emotional foundation, the world's history, and hints that the story is far from over.