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Chapter 2 - Dire Situations

In the Sylvanwood Sanctum, a breathtaking forest teeming with vibrant life and bordering the sprawling metropolis of Aegis Nexus, Takamori and Shisuzuki, armed with their newly acquired short swords, honed their combat skills for the purpose of preparing to take on the Aegis Spire's challenge.

As the evening sun descended towards the horizon, its golden rays bathed the forest in a warm and ethereal light. The sky above transformed into a canvas painted with hues of amber, tangerine, and dusky purples, casting a tranquil and enchanting glow upon the woodland.

The towering trees, adorned with leaves of deep green, caught the dying sunlight, causing their foliage to shimmer and dance in a mesmerizing display. The leaves rustled gently, creating a soothing melody that harmonized with the tranquil ambiance of the evening.

Beneath the trees, the forest floor came alive with a tapestry of colors. Wildflowers and ferns, bathed in the soft, amber light, displayed their vibrant blossoms and delicate fronds, creating a captivating contrast to the encroaching shadows.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, while the distant calls of unseen birds and the soft murmur of a hidden stream created a haunting symphony of the wild. In this twilight realm, the dark forest retained an air of enchantment and foreboding, a place where secrets lingered beneath every shadow, waiting to be unveiled.

As Takamori and Shisuzuki practiced their movements, their blades slicing through the air with precision, they felt the thrill of the game coursing through them. It had been a long hour of waiting for their in-game payment to hit, but the upgrade from wooden staves to short swords had been worth it. They knew they needed every advantage they could get in this challenging virtual world.

As they swung their swords through the air, getting accustomed to the sensation, Shisuzuki couldn't help but look down at his weapon and burst into laughter. "Hah! This is insane! It feels so damn fluid," he exclaimed. With a swift motion, he struck the air, then playfully tossed the short sword into the air, catching it gracefully in a horizontal grip before delivering another slashing motion, stepping forward with power. He repeated the motion, flipping the sword in the air, catching it with finesse. "Man, this is something else. Feels even better than Bushido."

Takamori scoffed, unwilling to concede that the combat here could surpass the carefully crafted system he had implemented in Bushido Legends. "It's good, no doubt, but it's not that good."

Shisuzuki chuckled, his movements displaying a newfound expertise as he twirled his sword skillfully. Takamori assumed his own fighting stance, his legs positioned for balance, one slightly ahead of the other, and his arm extended, sword forming a diagonal line toward the ground. He sliced through the air vertically, followed by an uppercut swing, briefly leaping into the air before descending with a two-handed stab into the ground below. He pulled the sword free with a sense of satisfaction. "Now that... that felt good."

Shisuzuki laughed heartily. "Show off!"

Then, Takamori heard something. A rustle in the woods.

"Shh, something's nearby," he whispered.

Suddenly, they found themselves surrounded by a pack of Werewolves, formidable wolf-like creatures that stood tall and muscular. The pack of werewolves, their amber eyes gleaming with hunger, circled Takamori and Shisuzuki in a menacing display of predatory grace. Each of these formidable creatures stood at an imposing height of approximately six feet, their muscular bodies rippling with power beneath their matted, black and grey fur. Sinewy limbs moved with lethal precision as they closed the distance, their elongated snouts baring rows of sharp, glistening teeth that promised agony to anyone caught in their grasp.

Amber eyes, like fiery orbs, locked onto their prey, tracking every subtle movement, every nervous twitch. Tufts of fur bristled along their powerful necks, and low growls rumbled from deep within their chests, filling the air with an eerie, bone-chilling resonance. Their claws, long and razor-sharp, dug into the ground, leaving shallow furrows as they prepared to strike.

The creatures moved in unison, launching a coordinated attack. Takamori and Shisuzuki instinctively split up, each facing off against their own set of foes.

Takamori swung his short sword in a powerful horizontal arc, dealing damage to one of the Werewolves. But the creature, undeterred, seized his weapon with a firm grip, not caring that it was cutting into its hand. With a swift and brutal motion, the Werewolf flung Takamori aside, sending him tumbling into the underbrush.

Shisuzuki, in the midst of a fierce battle with two of the Werewolves, heard his friend's cry. With a quick and agile move, he kicked one of the creatures off balance, causing it to stumble backward. He seized the opportunity and delivered a precise strike to the other Werewolf's flank, bringing it down with a satisfying thud.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Shisuzuki glanced over to where Takamori had been launched into the bushes. He rushed to his friend's side, concern etching his features as he surveyed the scene. Takamori lay there, dazed and disoriented, his short sword several feet away. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, but he was determined to push through the pain.

"Takashi! Hang in there, man, I'm coming!" Shisuzuki called out, accidentally using his IRL name, his voice filled with worry.

As Shisuzuki sprinted over to help Takamori to his feet, he couldn't help but admire his friend's resilience. Takamori nodded, though his head was still spinning from the impact.

"Yeah, just a bit roughed up. These Werewolves aren't messing around," Takamori admitted, his voice steady despite his injuries. "Fuck, I'm bleeding."

Shisuzuki handed Takamori his short sword, and they exchanged a determined glance. The remaining Werewolves continued to growl and circle around them. They knew they needed to be more coordinated in their attacks if they were going to conquer this formidable virtual world.

Takamori clenched his jaw, feeling the adrenaline course through his veins. Blood dripped from his forehead, mixing with the dirt on his face. He tightened his grip on his sword and steadied himself, ready to face the remaining Werewolves head-on. His orange eyes blazed with focus as he prepared.

The creatures lunged at them, their fangs bared and claws extended, hungry for blood. Takamori and Shisuzuki moved as one, their movements synchronized like a deadly dance. They dodged, parried, and struck with precision, each move calculated to exploit the creatures' weaknesses.

Takamori spun on his heels, slashing his sword in a whirlwind of steel. One by one, the Werewolves fell to his onslaught. The air filled with the metallic scent of blood and the agonized yelps of the defeated creatures. But still, they kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Shisuzuki fought alongside him, his sword connecting with bone-crushing force. His blows were quick and accurate, leaving Werewolves crumpled on the ground, writhing in pain. 

As the battle raged on, the once pristine clearing transformed into a gruesome battleground. Limbs were severed, entrails spilled out onto the grass, and the stench of death hung heavily in the air. Takamori's short sword dripped with the crimson evidence of his relentless determination.

Their bodies glistened with sweat, their clothes torn and bloodied. Every muscle ached, but they pushed through the pain, driven by their unwavering resolve. Time seemed to blur as their fight continued, the sounds of battle merging into a cacophony of slashing, growling, and bone-breaking.

Finally, with a final surge of energy, Takamori and Shisuzuki unleashed a simultaneous assault on the remaining Werewolves. Their blades sliced through flesh and bone, reducing the creatures to mere lifeless carcasses. As the final Werewolf in the pack fell before their combined might, a series of screens materialized above Takamori's and Shisuzuki's heads, displaying their hard-earned rewards.

Takamori's Rewards:

- DuskCoins Earned: 275

- EXP Gained: 800

- Loot Drops:

  - Silver Wolf Fang (x2)

  - Wolf Pelt (Common)

  - Health Potion (Small)

Shisuzuki's Rewards:

- DuskCoins Earned: 350

- EXP Gained: 800

- Loot Drops:

  - Silver Wolf Fang (x3)

  - Wolf Pelt (Common)

  - Mana Elixir (Small)

With a satisfying jingle, both of them leveled up to Level 3, feeling a surge of power course through them as they basked in their victories.

Takamori and Shisuzuki stood there, panting heavily, their eyes scanning the aftermath of their victory. The clearing was a chilling tableau of carnage. Despite the exhaustion that threatened to consume them, a sense of accomplishment warmed their weary souls.

Takamori clapped a hand on Shisuzuki's shoulder, their eyes meeting in mutual understanding. 

Shisuzuki let out a weary chuckle, his vibrant, multi-colored eyes reflecting both satisfaction and a hint of uncertainty. "We did it, Taka. Holy shit, this game is too realistic," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, his hand brushing up against his wavy, black hair. "We're beasts out here. But... can we really keep doing this?"

Takamori, still panting heavily, nodded in agreement, his orange eyes red and bloodshot from the intensity of the battle. His hands trembled as he wiped the blood from his sword. "I, uh... fuck, I don't know, that was a lot. I didn't expect the fighting to be so... tiring. And gory. And usually after you level up, you heal back or something... apparently, that isn't the case here." He lifted up what was left of his starter shirt, now reduced to flimsy rags, then examined his minor injuries, and shrugged. "We need better armor."

Hiroshi's gaze shifted from their worn-out attire to the surrounding forest, contemplating their next moves. "You're right, Taka. We can't keep going like this. We need to find better equipment, gear that can withstand these battles without weighing us down."

Takashi gingerly opened up his user interface (U.I.) and allowed his eyes to scan the various options displayed on the main menu. The glow of the screen illuminated his face as he contemplated his next move.

His finger hovered over the first option, 'Quests,' a portal to countless adventures waiting to be undertaken. The thought of embarking on thrilling quests filled with mysteries and rewards sparked excitement within him. However, he also knew that tackling too many quests at once could lead to exhaustion and potential failure.

Takashi's gaze then shifted to the 'Skills' tab, where a multitude of abilities were listed. Each skill held the promise of enhancing his character's strength and effectiveness in battle. 

His focus then shifted to the 'Inventory.' Out of the available twenty slots, six were already filled with his sword and the loot he had acquired. However, one particular item caught his attention—a small image of the wrist device he wore, occupying a slot labeled 'Nexus Key.' Takamori couldn't help but bite his bloodied lip. He hoped that the game offered a way to expand his inventory at some point. In the virtual realm of DuskHaven, efficient management of his possessions would prove vital for their survival and success on their journey.

Below the "Inventory" tab, there was another option labeled 'Bank,' providing players with a personal space to manage their in-game finances and resources. He tapped on it for a quick examination and noticed that he had just a little over 300 DuskCoins remaining. Most of his ZenithCorp payment had been spent on the short sword he had purchased earlier.

Lastly, his gaze came to rest on the 'Social' button, reminding him that companionship and alliances were invaluable assets in this virtual realm. Joining forces with other players, forming guilds, and engaging in cooperative gameplay offered the chance for shared victories and enduring friendships. Takamori and Shisuzuki hadn't established a formal party in the game yet, as player rewards would synchronize once the party was formed. They relished in a friendly competition, vying to see who could accumulate the most DuskCoins, yet loot drops were entirely subject to chance.

In addition to the main menu options, the U.I. featured a Status Window that displayed the character's essential information, including Level, Race, Class, Character Display, and Social Credit Score.

But, in addition to the traditional menu, Takashi noticed a unique tab labeled 'Live.' The game recognized content creators like him through the syncing of the ZenithAccount, granting them the ability to stream their gameplay to a live audience. Curiosity piqued, he tapped on the 'Live' tab and was immediately thrust into his own point of view.

On the screen, he saw Shisuzuki, his black hair glistening with sweat and blood. The chat log next to the live video displayed a mix of comments from viewers. Some were funny, others rude, and a few downright disturbing.

- "Go Hiro! But you should have kept the red hair. Red hair = more power!"

- "Takashi, you're getting owned! I thought you were good at games."

- "Shisu, you're a beast! Show 'em!"

- "I bet they're gonna die like 100 times before reaching floor 10."

- "They can only die twice, dumbass."

- "Blood for the blood god! Shisuzuki's a savage!"

- "Who needs horror movies when you can watch this?"

Takamori couldn't help but chuckle at the diverse reactions of his viewers. It seemed that their journey in the NexuScape was already attracting attention, and the comments were only getting started. With a grin, he joined the chat to interact with his audience.

Feeling a sense of responsibility to engage with his audience, he addressed the chat with a warm and friendly tone. "Hey there, everyone! Thanks for tuning in to our DuskHaven adventure. It's great to have you all with us on this wild ride. Feel free to drop your questions, comments, or just say hi. We'll do our best to keep you entertained and informed!"

Then, realization dawned upon Takamori like a creeping shadow. He furrowed his brow, scanning his U.I. in vain for any option to end the livestream. His concern deepened as he muttered, "Huh, that's odd. There's no way to turn this off. No 'end stream' button anywhere." He bit his lip, a hint of unease settling in.

Shisuzuki, always quick to react, opened his own U.I. to confirm the unsettling discovery. His eyes widened in surprise, and he let out an incredulous laugh, tinged with a touch of frustration. "I guess not... that's dumb. How am I supposed to take a shower with people staring at me, through my own eyes, 24/7?"

Taka couldn't help but share in Shisu's bemusement. "Well, it looks like we're in for a unique gaming experience. I guess we'll have to get creative with our privacy, my friend. Blindfolds, maybe?"

Shisuzuki let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm beginning to develop a strong, burning dislike for ZenithCorp. It's really getting to me."

Takamori placed a reassuring hand on Shisuzuki's shoulder. "I know it's frustrating, Hiro, but we'll figure this out together. We've faced challenges before, and this won't be any different. Besides, we've got each other's backs, right?"

Shisuzuki managed a small smile, appreciating his friend's support. "You're right, Taka. We've been through worse. And hey, maybe we can turn this whole streaming thing into an advantage. Who knows, we might become the most famous players in DuskHaven, and ZenithCorp will have to answer to us!"

Taka chuckled, the tension momentarily easing. "That's the spirit, Hiro. Let's make the best of this situation and show the world what we're made of."

Shisuzuki's frustration reached its peak as he shouted, "You hear that, ZenithCorp? Or perhaps, Evelyn Sinclair, should I say? I wonder if you and the CEO are both in on this, you bastards. When I get out of here, I'm going straight for your daughters, if you have one. I'm gonna marry them too! Both of them! All of them! Then I'M GONNA INHERIT ALL THE WEALTH! YOU JACKASS GAME DEVELOPERS!" His voice had grown louder by the end, conveying his deep anger at the situation.

Takamori, trying to lighten the mood, chuckled and said, "Well, I guess we've found your true motivation in this game—marriage and wealth! Who would've thought?"

Shisuzuki couldn't help but join in on the laughter, despite his earlier outburst. In the face of the unknown, their camaraderie remained unshaken, providing them with a semblance of normality in the virtual chaos.

Their laughter was abruptly shattered by the ominous shadow that lunged at Takamori, swiftly revealing itself to be another menacing Werewolf. Yet, this one stood apart from the others, with its stark white fur, imposing size, and a ferocity that set it apart from its kin. Its jaws snapped hungrily, aiming to pin Takamori to the forest floor.

In the nick of time, Takamori raised his left arm, and the beast's sharp teeth clamped down on the mysterious stone wrist device affixed to his wrist. As if awakened by the threat, the enigmatic device emitted an otherworldly glow, accompanied by a faint, resonating hum. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, a powerful pulse of energy erupted from the device, propelling the creature backward with great force. The very atmosphere seemed to ripple in response to this extraordinary event.

Shisuzuki's jaw dropped at the spectacle, but his warrior instincts quickly took over. He drew his shortsword with a practiced motion, readying himself for an imminent battle. Takamori, now back on his feet, refocused his attention on their newfound foe, his gaze fixated on the monster's name displayed above it: Dire Werewolf. The formidable Dire Werewolf, a Level 5 monstrosity, its level significantly higher than the Level 2 werewolves they had faced earlier, loomed before Takashi and Hiroshi, its name and level displayed ominously above it. 

The tension in the air thickened as the Dire Werewolf stood there, its white fur shimmering under the moonlight. Its muscles bulged beneath the taut skin, revealing raw power that emanated from every inch of its menacing form. Growls rumbled deep within its chest, reverberating through the forest like an ominous warning.

The creature's eyes burned with an ancient ferocity, its amber gaze fixed upon Takamori and Shisuzuki. It bared rows of razor-sharp teeth, saliva dripping in glistening strands from its gaping maw. The pungent stench of its breath mingled with the damp aroma of moss and earth, an olfactory assault that sent shivers down their spines. It stood at an imposing 8 feet tall.

With each snarl that escaped its maw, the Dire Werewolf seemed to grow in size, its imposing figure casting an intimidating shadow over the battlefield. The very ground beneath its massive paws trembled, as if paying homage to the formidable beast that had emerged from the depths of the forest.

As it fixed its piercing gaze upon them, the players felt its malevolence seep into their beings, a primal force that fueled their adrenaline and sharpened their focus. They could not afford to let fear paralyze them – they had to stand tall against this terrifying adversary and prove their mettle.

As the tension thickened in the air, Takamori and Shisuzuki exchanged a determined glance, their eyes reflecting unwavering resolve. With swords gripped tightly in their hands, they moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies guided by raw experience and instinct.

Takamori, agile as a panther, darted forward with lightning speed, his sword slicing through the air with a precision honed by countless battles. The Dire Werewolf, sensing the imminent danger, reacted with savage fury, its claws slashing furiously in an attempt to defend itself.

Shisuzuki, a force to be reckoned with, danced around the beast's blind spots, his swift movements barely visible to the naked eye. With each calculated strike, his blade traced a deadly arc, leaving behind streaks of blood and fragments of fur. The Dire Werewolf howled in pain, its body bearing the marks of their relentless onslaught.

Together, Takamori and Shisuzuki formed a formidable duo, their teamwork seamless and flawless. Takamori timed his attacks precisely, distracting the beast with lightning-fast strikes, while Shisuzuki seized the opportunity to strike at its vulnerable flank. Their swords clashed with the monster's hide, sending sparks flying into the evening sky.

Blood splattered across the forest floor, painting a gruesome tableau of the battle unfolding before them. The metallic scent filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma. It was a symphony of violence, each swing of their swords accompanied by the sickening thud of steel meeting flesh.

As the Dire Werewolf lunged forward with lightning speed, its claws slashing through the air, Takamori's instincts kicked in. With a graceful duck, he narrowly evaded the swiping claws, his body moving fluidly beneath the beast's massive form. In one seamless motion, he sidestepped, his sword arcing upward with a swift and precise strike.

The blade found its mark, slicing through sinew and muscle, severing the werewolf's wrist almost entirely. Splintered bone protruded from the mangled limb, and blood spurted and oozed from the grotesque wound. The Dire Werewolf let out an agonized growl, its once powerful arm now hanging limply, useless.

While the werewolf recoiled in pain, Shisuzuki seized the opportunity to strike. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he lunged forward, his sword slashing across the back of the werewolf's leg, targeting its furry heel. A howl of anguish erupted from the creature as crimson droplets splattered onto the forest floor.

Undeterred by the werewolf's cries, Shisuzuki continued his assault, swiftly slashing at the back of the other leg, opening up the knee joint. Pain searing through its body, the werewolf screeched in agony, its claws digging into the dirt for support as it dropped to one knee.

With precision and grace, Takamori closed in on the wounded beast. His eyes locked onto the werewolf's lowered chest, its vulnerability now laid bare. In a final act of courage, he brought his sword down with all his might, piercing through flesh and bone, ruthlessly ending the werewolf's existence.

The Dire Werewolf let out a guttural howl before collapsing onto the forest floor, life fading away. A growing puddle of crimson formed around its lifeless form. 

Takamori's Rewards:

DuskCoins Earned: 600

Experience Points (EXP) Gained: 1000

Loot Drops: Dire Werewolf Claws (Common)

Shisuzuki's Rewards:

DuskCoins Earned: 600

EXP Gained: 1000

Loot Drops: Dire Werewolf Pelt (Uncommon)

Werewolf Fang Talisman (Rare)

Taka and Shisu also felt a surge of power as they leveled up to Level 5, signifying their growth within the game world. As the notifications faded, the two friends exchanged triumphant grins, knowing that their efforts were paying off in this virtual realm.

Shisuzuki remarked, "Is it me, or are we getting better at this?"

Takamori nodded in agreement, his eyes crinkling behind bloody strands of brown and blonde hair. "We're just getting started."

As if to affirm their progress, another notification popped up, signaling the unlocking of new Skills in their respective Classes. Takamori opened his Skills menu and navigated to the complex skill tree labeled "Class: Nexilith Wielder." At the very bottom, representing the newly acquired skill, was the first orb. 

Class: Nexilith Wielder

Level 1 - Novice Nexilith Adept

  1. Elemental Attunement:

  - Earth Affinity: Gain the ability to manipulate earth and stone.

"Manipulate earth and stone..." Takamori mumbled, intrigued by the newfound ability. Without hesitation, he decided to put it to the test. His gaze shifted to the wrist device, and with unwavering focus, he concentrated on shattering it into crumbling pebbles. As he focused, he watched in amazement as the device disintegrated, breaking apart like a fragile cookie. In its wake, the actual core of the device was revealed, a peculiar hexagon-shaped crystal of some sort. It emitted the same familiar pulsing blue light, and Takamori's eyes flickered with realization.

He muttered, "It wasn't the stone embedded in my skin, but it had been attached to the object beneath it. So then, what's this little thing here? I just don't get it, ZenithCorp never mentioned anything about wrist implants."

Shisuzuki took notice of the unfolding spectacle. "Woah, whatcha got there, Taka?" Both of them peered down at Takamori's wrist, their curiosity piqued. Suddenly, a holographic image materialized from the crystal, catching Takamori off guard. He flinched briefly but quickly regained his composure. The hologram displayed a topographical map of DuskHaven's expansive world, with a specific coordinate highlighted in an unfamiliar territory known as the Ember Peaks, a rocky and volcanic region.

"Ember Peaks, huh..." Shisuzuki muttered, his brows furrowing in thought. "That sounds a little above our level, if I'm being real. And we're already pretty beat up."

Takamori nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting to the now-closed holographic window. "Yeah, you're right. We should head back to Aegis Nexus and recuperate. I'm exhausted... and bloody. A much-needed shower is in order."

As they began to make their way out of the Sylvanwood Sanctum, Shisuzuki couldn't help but express his curiosity. "Taka, what class did you even choose? You never told me."

Takamori's eyes widened slightly in realization. "Oh, I didn't? It's called the 'Nexilith Wielder?' I don't know, it just came with a DLC I got from the devs."

Shisuzuki raised an eyebrow playfully. "DLC? How come I didn't get a cool extra class? They're playing favorites. I wanna freaky, veiny wrist thingy."

Takamori chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm, the light of the setting sun casting a faint glow on his brown skin through the trees' shade. "We don't even know what it's for. For all we know, it could be leading us right to our doom. For now, let's just call it a day. We can figure it out later. I wonder how good the food is in this game; we should visit a restaurant when we get into town."

Shisuzuki grinned, his disheveled black hair now matted with dried blood and dirt. "Sounds good to me. I gotta eat! Vamonos!" With that, they made their way back to the bustling streets of Aegis Nexus.