Alfenheims Warlords (a SAO fanfic)

Chapter 57

The high rise slowly climbed into the sky as the decor of the room that overlooked all of Glocken was decorated in gold, platinum, and marble, with red velvet furniture around glass or crystal tables. Needless to say, this was only a suite that the most prestigious of players in Gun Gale would ever see and even fewer could ever own but for the player calling himself Strelok, it was a beautiful place for his operations. Strelok's avatar that he used was an average height of 5'8", with golden hair that he had purchased himself to use, his own custom facial features that were chiseled and regal like a king should have, his eyes he had made red intentionally for the intimidation factor, and he wore the most pristine black suit that by GGO standards was something that John Wick would wear.

"...Bring him in." said Strelok as nearby some players with skeletal face masks went into a nearby room and dragged out a rather beat up player. The player had been paralyzed with darts probably a dozen times now and Strelok's men had saw to giving the player the most painful forms of punishment and torture one could do on a player in a game these days, which wasn't saying much but hey the days of Sword Art Online were long since gone and Strelok had to make do where he could.

But nonetheless, he sighed as the player was brought before them by the guards tossing him roughly in front of Strelok, the player unable to move but coughing as they bounced off the floor of wood. Strelok held in one hand an expensive glass, talking as expensive as some high-end guns for GGO, with virtual wine and in the other he simply held a screen that currently had the players information on it for him to look through. It appears Strelok's little insider had done a lot of good work to dig up this information.

"Look... Cheiba Siaka, was it? You do understand why you are here and not getting banned with the rest of your little group in the Wastelands for a reason, right?" asked Strelok as they walked around the prone, paralyzed player while sipping the virtual drink in their hand. The drink was actually nearly spot on for an alcoholic drink if one didn't mind never getting drunk off the stuff even in game. 

The player's username was not Cheiba Siaka but rather Pedroid but Strelok could hear the breath get caught in the players throat as the players very real name was brought up. Good old Ki55 doing good even after being away from real combat like in Sword Art Online, but the result was still goo as Pedroid, Siaka, asked Strelok, "What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't want anything." said Strelok with a sigh as he continued to walk around the player that was but helpless before him. "At least, nothing you could really give me..."

"T-Then why are you doing this?" asked the player as they tried to move but then Strelok slammed his foot into the players head and squatted down to show another screen to the player, showing several blogs, reddit posts, and chats that were going crazy with the realization "Laughing Coffin" was on Gun Gale Online.

Strelok gave a cruel smile. "Do you know what this is?"

The player could only stare at the screen as Strelok, still partially standing on the player's head, told the player, "This is not based.... this is not only cringe but also edgy as hell. I mean, come on, out of everything you could do, you just had to name yourself a form of Laughing Coffin? Seriously?"

"Have my guilds name gone so far down that only edgy teenagers begging for attention use it like some buzzword?" Strelok stood back up and removed his foot as he walked to his window nearby while the player was able to move their head and look at the figure before him.

Strelok came to the window as he looked down to the city below that was Glocken, as the hustle and bustle below looked so nice but would do nothing to help the tick of annoyance in Strelok's mind while he then looked back at the player and then told them, "Now... I have a simple question for you..."