Game is life-but what if your life turns into a game?
Raiden believes he's a real person, but everyone sees him as an NPC. As such, he finds himself trapped in the popular Hyper-Virtual Reality game named "Defiant Sins Online," an expansive, artific...
Virtual adrenaline rushed through him. Raiden shut his eyes, bracing against the whiplash. Wind roared around him, and his clothes wildly flapped behind. Helplessly grabbing hold of the pig, he went into a spiralling descent to ground as the porkin nosedived beneath the emerald sky.
Braving an eye, he saw the bloated snout of the pig, and the clouds blurring past him. He thought he could also see tiny specks fluttering in the distance. Were those players too?
Raiden gripped the porkin, trying not to fall off. The broad continent from earlier had now exponentially magnified, and what was before him now was a panoramic view of a majestic region, filled with green landscapes, cities, towns, sierras, plateaus, and woodland areas. Still a prominent sight was the Silver Citadel in the far north, shining and resplendent.
He held his breath. There was so much to explore. How could something so elaborate and surreal exist?
Just what kind of fantasy had he dived into?
The porkin lurched, and Raiden closed his eyes once more as extreme nausea set in. This kind of trip was ten times worse than any kind of rollercoaster ride. As the pig twisted, his senses started to grow numb until all he thought about was getting to stupid ground already.
Everything went black.
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Waking to existence, he stared at his palms, coiling his fingers to shake off the numb sensation. The porkin seem to have already landed him somewhere on a plaza—a sort of town hub. Finally, he made it.
He scoffed as he descended the pig, still quite delirious and forcing himself not to throw up. The porkin appeared to be snort-laughing for the nauseous trip it gave. Raiden twitched his eye and slapped the pig's backside. With a squeal, the porkin flew away.
Turning to his surroundings, his eyes widened. Before him, bustling and strolling and mingling, was a dreamlike and extravagant fantasy crowd.
He squinted. In every direction, vibrant characters of various fantasy races could be seen, each clad with outlandish garments and weapons. Virtual name tags popped up as his eye focused at them in random. Social talk and leisure laughs buzzed in the air.
Is this really a game?
Are these...real people? Or just my imagination?
Whirling around, he noticed he was standing next to some magical contraption. Within an arm's reach was an impressive obelisk of amber crystal, wrapped with a mixture of granite and gears. Several players dismounted from winged pigs, while some avatars materialized nearby the lodestone.
Some spawn point?
He took another look around, and leaned on the amber crystal, feeling the cool touch of stone.
