I was surprised when I entered the room. Instead of a treasure chest, there was a killer plant waiting for me. No problem.
I decided to use a spell to kill it. "Vak Kruz!" Multiple small fireballs appeared and incinerated the plant. Easy.
There was a buzz. Huh? To my horror, the killer plant regenerated and now showed tinges of neon green on its head. What?!
Taking a few steps back, I tripped on the floor and came crashing on my butt. "Ouch!"
The monster slowly crept toward me, teeth gleaming, vines flailing. Why am I so afraid? This is only a game. I could always load if I die here.
Suddenly, a shadow jumped from out of nowhere. It moved with such speed that before I knew it, the monster is slumping in front of me. A weird sphere composed of hexagons surrounded it.
"Data Drain!" the shadow shouted. Tendrils shot out from the arm of the shadow and pierced the sphere. After a blinding flash of light, the monster turned into a flower. The shadow swiped at it then it was gone.
I slowly picked myself up to offer my thanks to the one who saved me. The flash of light illuminated the room so much that I recognized the person.
Kite. The legendary .hacker who possesses the ability, Data Drain, the power to alter the code of monsters in The World. I only saw the jpeg of Kite on one website before it got shut down. Rumour has it that CC Corp. was responsible for the site being taken down.
But I also heard that they deleted his character, and his partner, Black Rose.
As I approached him, I noticed something wrong. He is translucent. Like a ghost. Barely tangible.
"Who are you?" Kite said. The voice was that of a young boy, but with an otherworldly echo.
I was so amazed that I could barely speak. "J-Jenocide..." I mumbled.
"Jenocide..." He echoed, and then grabbed my right arm with his right hand.
A strange book slowly came out of his back, and rose up in the air. It hovered slowly then came down fast towards my chest. It vanished in a whoosh as I screamed and fainted.
When I came to, a man was standing over me, wavy green hair and sharp polearm. Mathew's words registered in my head. Atoshi.