Chapter 4
It was a wonderful experience when Hack chose warrior as his job class. The thrill of having a spear in his hand and striking down the enemies was an adrenaline feeling. After two years into the game, he advanced into the second job of warrior, warlord, and unleashed even more fierce blows onto the monsters who became more ferocious as the level progressed. Finally, after ten years, Hack attained the ultimate power of his third job, dragoon. It was an exhilarating emotion since only a few players had achieved such feat reaching their third job class but even then he was not satisfied till he reached the end goal.
Upon reaching the portal and transporting to the airport, Hack decided to check his inventory once more to prepare for the daily quest he had in Monster Tower, a tower filled with high leveled monster which were perfect for reaping experience points. He gestured his hand in a motion and the item menu opened up. He saw two stacks of large stamina potion and a stack of guidebooks in his stash. Satisfied, he tapped on the equip menu and checked his gear. It took a long time but he achieved in making in some quality armors and weapon even if it exhausted most of his ely. Looking far ahead, he saw the stewardess NPC, Janice, near the airplane. As he approached her, the mysterious figure from what he seen not too long ago appeared out of nowhere blocking Hack's path. More visible now, he had short black hair with fair pale skin and was draped in a blue green cloth silk with a yellow scarf. The most noticeable feature though was his red sharp eyes. Taken aback, Hack thought for a moment to turn back and do another task but something snapped.
"Excuse me sir, I have a matter to attend to and I need to take this airplane. May I please have clearance?" replied Hack. The stranger's blood eyes met his with a pierce like flesh on ice yet behind them something of sorrow were embedded. Having no answer, Hack was fed up with the shenanigan and pushed him but to Hack's surprise the male did not budge an inch. Again, Hack tried pushing him but to no avail. Frustrated, Hack pulled out a spear with a wolf head attached on an end with a curve blade and hold it in front of the person's neck.
"Once again, can you please move out of the way so I can do some grinding please?" yet the peculiar figure did not move an inch nor showed any kind of expression. Instead, the figure snapped his finger and in less than a second, two swords came out of thin air and gashed Hack's arm.
Impossible was the first word that came into Hack's mind. He never felt this kind of pain before except only in PVP (player versus player). His mind was trying to figure out all of this chaos while dodging the enemy's sword slash.
"How are we pvping? We didn't accept the PVP interface request!" With a smirk across his face, he uttered his first word while maintain a collective composure.
"Die."
Immediately, another sword darted for Hack's head but just narrowly he managed to parry the sword. With hatred now building up in his heart, he aimed his lance and launched it off like a gun bullet toward the assailer but only to find it was block with the two levitating swords. Then Hack realized the horror of what he had gotten into. The person he was battling was not a third job class.
