The room was dark and musty, spiderwebs clinging to the corners where the ceiling met the walls. Clothes lay scattered everywhere, some half-folded, others crumpled into forgotten piles.
A white mattress sat on the floor, stained with old coffee rings and faint yellow blotches from long neglect. Dust coated the surfaces in a thin gray film, and the air carried a stale heaviness that hadn't been disturbed in days. A faint odor of damp fabric and cold air lingered, making the space feel even more lifeless. The silence inside the room felt thick, as if the walls themselves were absorbing every sound.
The room was lit only by the bluish glow of the phone in his left hand.
"Oh fuck me harder, come on put that big fat cock in me,"
the looping gif cried out, its tinny audio filling the quiet as he stroked himself faster, breath hitching with each pass of his hand. His hips shifted against the mattress, sheets twisting beneath him while the rhythmic sounds from the speaker blended with his strained, uneven breathing.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck… I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he cried, the words tearing out of him as his body seized with the release he'd been chasing. His hand tightened reflexively as his cock shuddered, hot cum spilling across his fingers and splattering the glowing phone screen, distorting the flickering image beneath a wet sheen.
He reached for the crumpled blanket at his feet, dragging the coarse fabric across his stomach and thighs with a distracted impatience. The material was rough and slightly damp with heat from the night, but he used it anyway, wiping himself clean in slow, methodical strokes. When he finished, he leaned over to the phone still glowing faintly beside him and swiped the blanket across the smeared screen, clearing away the cloudy residue until the glass caught the dim light again.
Then he swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood.
His desk looked like a graveyard of long nights and neglected routines. Half-empty soda cans leaned against one another like fallen dominoes, their sugary residue dried along the rims. Energy drink bottles crowded the back corner, fluorescent labels peeling. Crumpled plastic water bottles lay scattered between snack wrappers and dust, all orbiting the glow of a PC monitor that had never been turned off.
He dropped into the worn chair, the cushion sighing under his weight. The faint scent of synthetic citrus and stale aluminum hung in the air. Pale fingers settled over the mouse, and with a few practiced movements he cleared past the clutter of tabs and icons on his home screen.
A game launcher bloomed open.
SOULS LAND: RPG MMO
The loading screen pulsed with dark, ember-lit sigils before fading into the character interface. His avatar stood at the center: a towering figure clad in polished black armor, etched with deep crimson lines that glowed like molten veins beneath the metal. The helm's visor was narrow and predatory, the silhouette both regal and ominous.
He shifted the mouse and opened the stat panel.
"Level: 12,783
XP: 12,929,287 / 2,729,272,722,929
Abilities: Fireball, Shadow Rend, Blood Aegis… 99+ more"
Soft red light from the screen reflected across his face as he leaned forward, focus sharpening. The cluttered room, the cooling air, even the lingering haze of moments ago faded into the background.
He leaned back in the creaking chair and brought his fingers to his chin, eyes narrowing at the glowing interface.
"What boss should I grind? Let me check… is there any more item drops I need?"
A click opened his inventory.
A massive grid unfolded across the screen, rows upon rows of gear icons shimmering with different hues. Elegant bows carved from spectral wood. Broad, rune-etched swords humming with faint energy. Armor sets plated in obsidian, gold, and dragonbone. Staffs crowned with orbiting sigils. Potions in every conceivable color pulsed softly in their glass vials. Each item bore its tier: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythic, Divine
He scrolled.
And scrolled.
The bar crept downward through an almost absurd collection.
"Inventory: 4582 / 4600"
"My inventory still isn't full… that means there's some items I'm still missing."
His mouse wheel spun as he skimmed through duplicates, event relics, discontinued drops, and boss trophies most players had never even seen. His brow furrowed. He knew this list by memory — or thought he did.
Up. Down. Pause. Scroll again.
Then the thought struck like a spark catching dry tinder.
"The Crystal of the Sun God."
He sat forward.
A Divine-tier relic rendered in molten gold and radiant white, rumored to emit its own light radius and grant absurd passive buffs. No screenshots verified. No confirmed drop footage. Entire guilds had spent months attempting to obtain it.
"A divine tier item… no one in this game has ever gotten it."
His fingers hovered over the mouse.
"Maybe I should try and grind the boss for it…"
He paused, lips tightening.
"…maybe not grind, since no one's ever even beat the boss."
He paused for a moment, then opened the guild recruitment page. Lines of banners and emblems filled the screen — crests shaped like burning phoenixes, silver wolves, shattered crowns, celestial halos — each guild listing its rank, raid clear history, and member count. He scrolled through the endless column of open invitations, the glow of animated insignias reflecting in his eyes.
"I could join a guild and ask for help, but then there's a good chance the item gets stolen."
His cursor hovered over a few top-ranked groups before drifting away. He groaned in annoyance and closed the application page, the window collapsing back into the game interface. Leaning into the backrest, he let the chair tilt slightly, worn springs creaking under the shift in weight.
For a moment he stared at the ceiling, jaw tight.
Then his gaze sharpened. The hesitation drained from his face, replaced by a hard, focused resolve.
"I'm going to put everything aside to grind this boss… even hentai, porn, and even masturbation!"
He snapped the map open.
The world unfurled in layered terrain: mountain ranges etched in ash-gray ridges, forests rendered in deep emerald, oceans shimmering cobalt beneath drifting cloud shadows. Far to the eastern edge burned a radiant gold marker.
Temple of the Sun God
He selected it.
A flash of light swallowed his character, and the screen dissolved into a wash of white-gold brilliance before reforming.
The temple stood beneath an endless, blazing sky. Massive pillars of sun-bleached stone rose toward the heavens, their surfaces carved with ancient solar sigils worn smooth by time. The marble floor stretched in vast concentric patterns, each ring etched with radiant motifs that faintly glowed like embers beneath ash. Heat shimmered in the air, warping the distant horizon.
Despite this being the domain of the strongest boss in the game, the plaza was empty.
Not a single player avatar stood within the sacred expanse.
With over eight hundred million active players in the world, the absence felt unnatural — eerie.
Coming here alone was considered an instant death sentence.