A Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game. Or, as players liked to call it, the ultimate escape.

It wasn't just the size of the world that made it special—though it was vast, with ten sprawling nations, five unique regions, and uncountable cities and villages. No, what truly set it apart was its depth. Every mountain peak, every riverbank, every forgotten ruin felt alive, as if it had existed long before players ever set foot in the game.

And they weren't just exploring some lifeless digital landscape. This was a world of magic and monsters, swords and sorcery. A place where you could summon fire with a flick of your wrist or fell a towering beast with a well-aimed strike. It wasn't a game you played; it was a game you lived.

Developed by Juno Studios, Magic's Dawn shattered every expectation when it launched. But it wasn't just their creative vision or the intricately crafted world that made it revolutionary—it was the technology.

The game ran exclusively on the V○♤LGE, Juno's flagship VR headset. Using an advanced system known as Consciousness Control, or C.C., the headset didn't just display the game; it transported you there. Your mind, your senses—everything was fully immersed. The warmth of the sun, the sting of a blade, the crackling energy of a lightning spell—they weren't just simulations. In that world, they felt real.

For players, the draw was irresistible. Magic's Dawn wasn't just entertainment; it was freedom. A place to escape the mundane, where every choice mattered and every corner of the map was an opportunity waiting to be discovered.

But the most extraordinary part? You weren't able to feel pain. Over a billion players, each with their own goals, their own stories, filled this sprawling, living world. Rivalries were forged, alliances were built, and friendships… friendships that felt more real than anything back in the waking world.

The game's name was, << Magic's Dawn >>

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I sat on my bed, the box in my lap. It was labeled with bright, flashy letters: V○♤LGE. This was it, the thing everyone was talking about—the newest Full-Dive Virtual Reality headset, the one that would take gaming to the next level. I'd saved up for months just to get my hands on it. I tore the packaging open and pulled out the sleek black-and-blue helmet. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, all smooth lines and glowing accents.

Damn it looks cool...

My heart pounded. The idea of entering a completely new world excited me more than anything I'd experienced in a long time. I placed the helmet on my head, adjusted the straps, and leaned back on my bed.

The visor blinked to life with a quiet hum, and a cold, feminine voice spoke from nowhere, startling me. "You have been granted permission to travel to the realm of Magic's Dawn."

I blinked in surprise at the formal tone. The options floated in front of my eyes, glowing softly: Yes and No. The letters looked weirdly... magical. Without even thinking, I pressed Yes. The words blurred, and my vision went white.

The whiteness surrounded me completely, making me feel like I was floating in a void. For a moment, I felt weightless, and then the light faded. I was standing in a blank space, an empty void.

"Welcome to Magic's Dawn," the AI's voice echoed around me.

A window popped up in front of me. It showed a bland, generic avatar that looked disturbingly like me—average height, messy brown hair, a little too skinny. "Your avatar will be based on your real-life appearance. Continue?"

What..? Are you kidding me? No!

I hesitated. This was my chance—my chance to be handsome, and menacing! No way was I going to pass this chance. I slammed the "No" button with a grin, and a new screen opened. For the next hour, I fine-tuned every detail: a sharp jawline, dark hair that fell perfectly over my forehead, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular frame that practically radiated confidence.

When I was satisfied, I clicked "Confirm."

"Are you sure you want to travel to the realm of Magic's Dawn?" the system repeated.

I pressed Yes without a second thought, and the light enveloped me again. My stomach flipped, and I stumbled as the world changed around me.

Grass—soft and cool—was under my feet. A gentle breeze tugged at my hair, carrying the scents of flowers and fresh earth. I blinked in surprise. I was standing in the middle of a lush green field, sunlight warming my face. It felt... too real. My senses were overwhelmed, and I took a moment to absorb it all—the vibrant colors, the clear blue sky, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. It was beautiful, a world so much better than my dreary, gray apartment.

At the upper right of my vision, was a minimap, blinking with little icons and pathways. According to the map, the nearest village was just a "short" walk away. I started moving, excitement bubbling in my chest. I passed flowers that were brighter than any I'd seen in real life, and even spotted strange creatures—tiny, glowing insects that flitted through the air like living sparks.

But the strangest thing was the silence. No players. No crowds. Just me and the whisper of the wind.

"Isn't this a VRMMOWPG game..?" I wondered aloud. But the system didn't answer, and there was no menu to check for more information. I shrugged and pressed on, determined to reach the village.

Halfway there, I saw it—a hulking, shadowy figure moving toward me, dragging a massive blade behind it. My breath caught.

"Level 3 Swordsman Ghoul," the name appeared above its head, written in jagged red letters. It was about twice my height, with muscles that looked like they were carved from stone, and a twisted face locked in a permanent snarl.

This is my time to shine!

I froze. This was it—my first encounter. It was exciting. My hand shot up to the lower edge of the map where a small icon blinked: "Affinity: Destruction Magic." I didn't remember choosing it, but maybe the game had assigned it based on my avatar build?

Without thinking, I focused on the idea of summoning a weapon, and my vision flashed. A short sword appeared in my left hand—its blade was the color of dried blood, shimmering with an eerie crimson glow.

"How does it know I'm left-handed…?" I wondered for a split second, but I didn't have time to ponder. The ghoul charged at me.

It moved faster than I expected, its massive form cutting through the grass like a battering ram. Excitement twisted in my gut, but something clicked—an instinct buried deep inside. I stepped forward and swung the sword lightly, almost lazily.

"Destruction Magic: Disarm Opponent" A small text appeared in front of me.

The ground beneath me exploded. The force of the attack cracked the earth wide open, sending a shockwave that shattered the ghoul's blade in a spray of splinters. The ghoul staggered, but didn't fall.

"Whoa…!" I stared at the destruction in disbelief. I had barely touched the sword. It shouldn't have been that powerful. Was this… destruction magic?

The ghoul roared, a deep, rattling sound that shook my bones. It raised its hands, preparing to crush me with its bare fists. But my body moved on its own. My right hand shot out, fingers tracing an invisible line in the air between us. I felt a tug, and then I pushed—a flick of my wrist.

The world erupted. A crimson line split the air, turning the ghoul into dust before it could even react. The shockwave tore through the ground, ripping apart the landscape and leveling a nearby hill. I stood there, breathing heavily, surrounded by a cloud of dust and dirt. When it settled, the ghoul was gone—no trace left behind. It was like it had never existed.

I stared at my hand, stunned by the raw power I had just unleashed. "Destruction magic, huh?" I whispered, a wild grin spreading across my face. I had no idea what kind of class I had chosen, but I wasn't going to complain.

This... is amazing!

With newfound confidence, I continued toward the village. The path was eerily empty—no monsters, no other players. Just the broken ground in my wake.

When I finally arrived, the village was in chaos. Armed men and women stood in formation, gripping swords and spears, while others peeked out from behind buildings. They all looked tense, as if expecting an attack at any moment.

"Huh?" I said aloud, confused. Then I saw it—the way they were staring at me, eyes wide with fear.

"Monster!" A voice rang out. "P-Please! Leave us alone! We didn't do anything!" A man stepped forward, his hands trembling. He looked like the village chief—old and frail, with a long white beard and shaking limbs.

"Monster?" I spun around, expecting to see some hulking creature behind me. But there was nothing there. It hit me like a slap in the face—they thought I was the monster. From their perspective, my aura was that of a God. I could feel the oppressive weight of it around me, like a suffocating cloak.

"Wait, wait!" I said quickly, holding up my hands. "I'm not a monster! I'm… I'm human!" I concentrated, trying to pull my aura back, forcing it to shrink until it was almost nonexistent.

The tension in the crowd eased, just a little. The chief's eyes softened, and he stepped closer, bowing his head. "Forgive us, my lord. I am Andrey, the chief of this village. We mistook you for… something else. Would you be willing to speak with me in private?"

I hesitated, but then nodded. "Sure. My name's Flynn Neworld. Lead the way, Andrey."

But they sure instantly trusted me after I suppresses my aura...

He guided me to a small house on the edge of the village. It was cozy, with a wooden table and a single candle burning brightly. I sat down, and he offered me a cup of something that smelled like herbs.

"So," I said, trying to keep things casual. "What did you want to talk about?"

Andrey looked at me seriously, his hands clasped tightly together. "Are you… a God-Killer?"

"A what?" I laughed, but my voice faltered when I saw the grim look in his eyes. Curious, I pulled up my status screen—and my breath caught in my throat.

There it was, clear as day: Class: God-Killer.

I was left speechless, there's no way i could bring myself to tell the— a searing pain shot through my skull, and I clutched my head, feeling like it was going to split open. The words blurred, but I managed to speak through gritted teeth. "Yes. God-Killer… that's my class." it seemed that I couldn't lie about my class.

Everyone was flustered, left speechless but, Andrey's expression softened. He nodded, as if he'd expected it. "That explains your power, my lord."

"Enough with the 'my lord' stuff," I said, forcing a smile despite the pain. "Just call me Flynn."

I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and saw a group of girls peeking through the window, whispering and giggling.

"Kyah~! He looked at me!" "No, he looked at me first!" "Shut up, Tiana! He was smiling at me!" The girls squealed with excitement.

I sighed, the headache fading as I chuckled. Andrey laughed, a warm, honest sound. "It seems the village girls are quite taken with you, Flynn!" Andrey said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck. "Great... just what I needed." It wasn't that I disliked the attention, but the situation was overwhelming enough without a fan club forming. I stood up, feeling the weight of the day's events settle into my shoulders. "Anyway, I think I'll get going. It's been a long day."

Andrey nodded and stood as well. "Flynn, before you go… if you need a place to stay, I'd be more than happy to offer you a house in the village. Free of charge, of course. Consider it a small token of our gratitude."

I blinked in surprise. A free house? "Seriously?"

"Absolutely. Someone like you—a God-Killer—isn't someone we want wandering without a home. Please, consider it."

I hesitated, but the thought of a place to rest, to have a base, was too tempting to pass up. "Alright, I'll take you up on that offer," I said with a grin.

Andrey clapped his hands together, relieved. "Wonderful! Follow me, I'll show you to the house."

He led me out of his cozy home and down the narrow dirt paths of the village. The buildings were simple—wooden with thatched roofs—but there was a rustic charm to them. It felt so alive, so different from the cold, metallic city I lived in back in the real world. Girls watched as I passed, their eyes still filled with a mix of curiosity and lust. I tried to smile at them, to show that I was friendly, but most of them quickly looked away.

At the edge of the village, Andrey stopped in front of a small but sturdy-looking house. It had a wooden porch, a stone chimney, and even a little garden out front. It looked like something out of a fairytale.

"This will be your home from now on, Flynn," Andrey said, gesturing for me to step inside.

I pushed open the creaky door and stepped into a warm, welcoming space. There was a fireplace, a cozy-looking bed, a table with a few chairs, and shelves stocked with basic supplies—bread, dried herbs, some jars of mysterious contents. The place was simple, but it felt like a true home, far better than my dingy apartment.

I turned to Andrey, my chest swelling with gratitude. "Thanks… I don't know how to repay you."

"Just keep our village safe," he said softly. "That's all we ask."

I nodded. "You've got a deal."

After Andrey left, I collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. I closed my eyes, exhaustion hitting me all at once. It had been one hell of a day. A new world, insane powers, a class I didn't understand, and a village full of people who saw me as some kind of legendary figure. I wanted to explore more, to see what this world had to offer, but my eyelids were getting heavy.

I had to log out.

"Yeah… tomorrow," I muttered to myself as I was preparing to log out.

But the log out button was no where to be found.