[Real World – Hospital Room]
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The rhythmic pulse of medical monitors cuts through the silence.
Dim fluorescent light spills across sterile white walls. The faint smell of disinfectant lingers in the air. Machines hum, quietly monitoring a body that barely moves.
In the center of the room, a man sits.
Strapped into a high-end Napso Halo immersion chair, his body is there—but his mind is elsewhere.
Holoscreens float around him, displaying cryptic game data, system logs, and heart rate monitors.
Patient: William Alco.
His breathing is faint. Unsteady.
One foot is still in reality. The other?
Gone.
Above him, a holographic display pulses with a single, unwavering message:
SEVEN WORLDSStatus : Connected
His Napso Gloves, once extensions of his skill, now rest limp in his lap.
His body is failing. But in the game… a whole other battle is beginning.
[Digital Space – Game Interface]
A voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a scalpel, echoes in his mind.
— Iris (calm, precise): "Master Cheezy, the cinematic ends in five seconds. Please log in."
William's lips twitch into the ghost of a smile.
His eyes close.
The Napso Lenz pulses to life, triangulating neural activity.
Then — connection established.
The void gives way to a vast menu screen. Rows of character avatars scroll past — each one a fragment of his past, countless hours poured into different builds, different identities.
His eyes lock onto one name:
Dark Iluzion.
His finest creation. His ultimate legacy.
A single movement
A fingertip brushing across the holographic menu.
[ENTER GAME]
The world snaps into focus.
FLASH.
[In-Game – Void Arena]
A black mist rolls across the battlefield, curling around his boots like living shadows. The air is thick, electric. Every breath feels like inhaling static.
Dark Iluzion is here.
Not just a player
His the predator.
His form is sleek, muscular.
His fur, black as midnight and streaked with faint, shimmering violet lines, contrasts starkly with his burning crimson eyes, which scan the battlefield with the precision of an assassin.
A low, predatory growl rumbles in his chest.
He is no ordinary warrior.
He is a Lunar Panther.
Long dismissed as weak.
Too slow to level.
Too high-risk.
Not worth the grind.
And yet !
He survived.
He mastered it.
And now?
He's about to prove why the Shinsengumi Oni are the deadliest guild in Seven Worlds.
[Void Arena – Player Formation]
The battlefield erupts.
His guildmates move into position.
— Stryker, the Lunar Falcon. A sniper. Arrows crackling with storm energy.— Maho, the Lunar Wolf. A blade dancer. Twin katanas forged in absolute darkness.
— Loanna, the Lioness of Solaris. A knight of the divine. One arm encased in golden light, the other gripping a radiant spear.
— Pharmacie, the Sylvan Stag. A druid. Fingers weaving intricate runes, summoning ethereal barriers.
Above them, Kael'Thir's towering form looms.
His presence twisting the very fabric of reality.
The countdown begins.
A massive system-wide timer appears, floating ominously above the battlefield.
11:54 PM.
The server shuts down at midnight.
This isn't just a fight.
This is the final stand of Server Zero.
[Live Broadcast – WS-Sport]
👥 Viewers: 700K → 750K → 800K
— Shishi-Sensei (awed): "I remember when everyone laughed at beast races… Tonight? They're rewriting the meta."
— Fake Ninja (laughing): "Man, back in beta, Lunar Beasts were considered a joke! And now? They're about to finish the final raid."
— Wesstar (grinning): "History is being made tonight."
[Wizz – Server Zero Chat]
💬 Online: 400K → 500K
— UltraTryhard: "I swear to god, if the server crashes mid-fight, I'm throwing my Napso Halo into the streets."
— ProTanker69: "Yo, who else bet World Coins on this? My life savings are riding on this W."
— A-Lopez: "Dark Iluzion… so hot. Ultimate bad boy vibes."
— ShadowMain_21: "They turned Lunar Beasts from tr*sh to B*D*SS!."
— Winter-Blade: "10 years of grinding… all leading up to this."
— SpeedrunGod: "If they win, I'm rerolling a Lunar Beast. NO CAP."
[Void Arena – Countdown: 30 Seconds]
A voice cuts through the noise, crisp and inhumanly precise.
— Iris (cold, clinical): "Master Cheezy, shall I transmit Protocol 23?"
A slow grin spreads across William's face.
— William (calm, confident): "Do it, Iris."
A ripple of data surges through the team's HUDs. Combat Protocol 23.
A strategy perfected over thousands of hours.
The Shinsengumi Oni don't fight battles.
They execute them.
A hush falls over the team.
They exchange quick glances.
No words.
They already know what to do.
The countdown reaches 10 seconds.
9…
The ground trembles beneath their feet.
8…
The sky darkens.
7…
Kael'Thir lifts his massive blade.
6…
The shadows ar ready to consume the battlefield.
5…
The air crackles with energy.
4…
The Wizz chat is screaming.
3…
A heartbeat.
2…
William exhales.
1...
— Iris: "Battle Begin "
The battlefield EXPLODES into chaos.