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Chapter 1339






A man must have a dream .

Rorl has his own dream since he was young: to be free from poverty!

He looked down on the family that his parents carefully built . In his view, his family was too broken and inconspicuous .  

He should have a better family and a very dazzling, eye-catching identity, not be some nobody .

So, he fought for his dream .

He studied hard in school .

He worked hard after he graduated .

But…

The substantial dream was placed on the bones of reality .

Despite giving it his best effort, he still couldn't realize his dream . It even became harder for him to maintain the broken family that he always looked down on .

It wasn't until then that Rorl admitted he was an average person .

He was only himself, a very regular guy . He was almost no different than the other ordinary guys around him, and he might even fall behind a little .

After all, his looks were average, his physique was typical, he was always less popular than those with good looks .

When a junior of his who graduated less than a year after him quickly became the team leader of his group because of the supports he got from the boss, Rorl realized how harsh reality was .

Therefore, Rorl became even more careful, more vigilant, and… he muddled along with his life .

He saw the girl he once liked become another person's wife .

He saw how his parents got older day by day .

He saw his smile in the mirror that was getting more numb by the day .

He cried, he cried aloud .





Then, he entered the game, a legendary place alleged to be able to change one's fate .

Using his life to change fate?

Was it fair? It was .

At least this place gave him a chance, he swore he would seize every opportunity he got .

However, after the newbie trials, Rorl realized the harshness of reality again .

The fear of death filled his body, causing him to tremble endlessly .

If it weren't for the slightest bit of luck, he would have been dead .

Rorl knew it himself .

So when Iron Chariots sent him an invitation to the guild, he joined without a second thought . He also managed to secure the least dangerous position in the guild as well: excavator of maps .

He was tasked to lead the newbies to walk around the edge of the city, expanding the map and taking notes of the terrain . He was paid with little points, similar to how he was doing in the real world .

If it weren't for the 3 month death period, he would be glad to continue his excavation job .

After all, the pay was twice that of real life! Where could he find a job that could pay double what he was making the real world?

He relied on his accumulation and a little bit of luck to help him go through 4 dungeons despite all the dangers and frights . He wasn't seeking much in each dungeon world, all he wanted was to clear the main mission .


Naturally, it resulted in his feeble abilities .

Those who entered the game at the same time as him had far surpassed him in progress, even those who came later overtook him by a lot, to the point that Rorl could only catch the dust of their trails .

Some newbies who knew Rorl's story even looked down on him, showing contempt and disdain .

But, so what?

These people only saw the glorious, bright side of the game .





What about the failures? The losers?

No one would remember those losers and failures who died without an intact body .

Rorl, however, did .

He became even more meticulous and vigilant than before, also if someone provoked him to his face, he'd take it with a smile, living with the code of turning significant problems into little ones, and little one into nothing at all .

Coward!

Useless!

The names were branded on him endlessly, but Rorl turned a deaf ear and blind eye .

As long as he was alive, everything would be fine .

However, one day, his perfect means of living was broken by something .

In the upcoming 5th dungeon, his luck transferred him into the raid group of Iron Chariots . No doubt, it was envious for other people because everyone knew following the raid group to clear dungeons would be a harvest .

Rorl knew it as well . So he tended to be as meticulous and careful as possible, trying his best to make the guild forget his presence . He didn't want anything unexpected to happen this time .

Of course, providing some offerings and contacting the raid group members, all of the usual procedures were done as well—Rorl offered a part of his previous dungeon rewards and the savings of 3 months for taking the newbies in excavation missions around the city .

Even though he was not willing to offer, it was mandatory .

He did it because he wanted to keep this spot in the raid group and also to try and win favor and help when they entered the dungeon .

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At first, the offerings to the raid group member was progressing smoothly, the members also accepted his offerings .

It made Rorl heaved a long sigh of relief, and he'd even started to look forward to the next dungeon world . However, one day, he suddenly noticed the raid group member . He had always given his offerings to started to act weird .

The people tended to ignore him .

No, not ignore; it was like they never met before . Like they never talked before!





But the truth?

When this raid group member was still a newbie, he met Rorl before—Rorl brought him along on the excavation missions, and because of that, Rorl gained the chance of giving his offerings .

Now, this particular raid group member played dumb and acted like a rascal to him, what could he do?

Cry out loud? Shame this raid group member?

No, if he did, he would be the unlucky one in the end .

Just when Rorl was accepting his unlucky fate, he suddenly noticed something weird in the internal group of the guild .

Those members of the guild who liked to tease and mock him suddenly quieted down . They'd even ignore him when Rorl walked past them .

Correct, he was ignored! He was ignored, like how he was ignored by the raid group members .

On top of that, the treatment was spreading among the guild, as well .

One of the newbies that he just led to an excavation mission, who liked to call him as Captain Rorl, started to turn cold and ignore him as well .

More importantly, that particular newbie ignored the others from his same batch as well .

If ignoring Rorl was because he was a coward, then it didn't make sense for the newbie to ignore his peers .

Doubts appeared in Rorl's heart .

Just when he was about to ask privately to clear his doubts, he suddenly noticed that the batch of newbies went missing!

Rorl was shocked .

Missing in the big city? What did it mean?

Death!

Newbies dying on a big scale?

The roots of the guild will be shaken!

However, the entire higher rankings of Iron Chariots chose to turn a blind eye to this incident .

Then, Rorl also noticed some new veterans or high rankings members of the guild started to disappear .

Whenever a player went missing, Rorl would be terrified .

He didn't know when it would be his turn .

Tomorrow? An hour later? Or the very next second?

The wait for death was torturous .

Rorl prepared to save himself .

He quietly contacted Lawless, he let outa piece of fake news .

He wanted to strap the most powerful, most influential player in the big city onto his little chariot .

Naive thoughts? Childish?

So what?

He didn't want to die, and if he waited, he would .

Taking the risk might ensure his survival, so he had no choice .

After a deep puff, Rorl spat out smoke . The greenish-blue smoke was floating in front of his face and spread throughout the room . The nicotine in the cigarette eased his tensed mental state for a bit, but it wasn't enough .

Every second for Rorl was torture .

If his room wasn't forcefully set as a public room to the guild when he joined and unable to revert back to a private room, he swore he would stay in his room and never step out .

Dok Dok Dok .

Knocks came .

"Who is it?" 

Rorl was like a frightened rabbit jumping up . He threw away the cigarette and grabbed the gun on the table .

"It's me, 2567," the voice outside the door replied coldly .

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