Army of the Damned

CHAPTER 3

Back inside the abandoned modern city of Eldwood, two Merchants with a heavy wagon named "ConningMan' and xX_A$$Bl@aster69's Wares and Tares'' Are rummaging through the remains of a dining restaurant, they're picking up the utensils, bottles and cups whilst those electronics had whatever with copper ripped from there innards and thrown into a pile. "Ahahahaha, oh man. This is gonna sell. These items are made with high quality precision and have a lot of value for players wanting to have something more modern in their homes. Blaster, what's the news on the back?"

AssBlaster hurriedly picks up as many items as he could from the kitchen, even pulling out microwaves and toasters while ConningMan takes his time. His voice is that of an older person that has a calming air to it. The player opens his hands and raises it, gesturing to Blaster.

"Now, now. Calm down, the two armies fighting are way over there in the Westside of the city. You don't need to panic. We got all the time in the world."

"I'm not gonna let those guys stop us again and make us pay for the checkpoints. Ten gold coins?! Who are they to ask that type of money?"

"It's fine, with these items, we should be able to reimburse all the money we lost as we'd make the money back with no effort. Continue appraising whatever item you get your hands on and level up that magic. A good Chosen One Merchant knows what sells and what is good to keep to sell in the future. Players in the Mid and Beginner Continent would pay a fortune for these."

"You see those players in the armies? They're low level people trying to get exp in the hardest continent. They think they're all big and bad since they're part of a group. The stupidity of people in uniform, even in Full Dive. These kids when they get something that looks cool, it goes over their heads and becomes dickwads."

"Just try to understand. You're also low leveled you know. It's hard to play this game alone so here I am, taking you to the most dangerous continent so that you can make easy money and level up. Let me remind you, the respawn points of this place for us civilians are one the very south, about a hundred kilometers away. "

"Yea, and I hate dying, hence why I became a Trader instead."

The two fill their wagon with all sorts of modern items to be sold on a Kingdom a few days out. As they empty the restaurant, the two jump onto their wagon and start roaming around the city.

"Man, I still can't believe players made this modern city out here."

"Rumors say, the folks used Skeletons as workers. Big red glowing eyes and has a killer attitude to them. They made them wear hard hats and reflector vests too! Ahahaha!"

"Really? I thought Skeletons are only good as basic grunts for guilds without a high player count?"

"Ohhh, High level Mages can summon skeletons that could be scripted to do other things. Many things actually, from helpers to soldiers. Just that you need someone who knows what they're doing and NPCs do not like Skeletons." Their Wagon is the only thing moving on the wasted city, where the local fauna had mostly overtaken the sprawling concrete. "Dang, this place once had a working tramway?"

"Yer, I visited this place twice when it was still populated by players. It looked very out of place with the rest of the game and many of its visitors were still wearing medieval armor and equipment. It wasn't like Woodstock or Neo Tokyo in terms of size, so dress codes are basically a free game."

"Ehhh, do these buses and garbage trucks also work?"

"Mhm. Most of the city works as done by Skeletons. This strange guild that had a thing for Death Knights ran them. I constantly saw them back then, checking and seeing the Skeletons work. Feels like they're testing the capabilities of the damned things."