Chapter 4
Hope.
A simple word; yet when news got out about the events on the first floor, we had given it to many, if not to all of the remaining 8,000 or so players. The hope to reach the one-hundredth floor was still on, and the death of the man who rounded us up wouldn't be forgotten, and neither would it be in vain.
Few days later, players stormed the newly found city on the second floor. Everyone seemed joyful, as the days passed. Those who were brave enough left Starting City and fled towards the new towns.
And with the help of new additions, a mere ten days is what it took to defeat the second floor boss, and another seven to defeat the third floor boss.
It wasn't that fast as people might want, but it was a steady pace in which we were careful not to lose another man. It was also hard, not only knowing that we could die, the fatigue that came with constant battles, but mainly the hopes of the remaining players stuck in this death game on our shoulders.
I was also worried. Worried that I wouldn't be able to help protect and release those 8,000 players. They were good people, I knew that, and they were counting on us to clear the game. Even though they weren't helping physically, I knew they had hopes and were praying we get further and further.
However, what calmed me was the fact that I was able to do something while being on the front lines. It was something I was proud of, as I would do my best to see the day when we all get out of here.
Not only did I want to help others; I also had my personal reasons. Like many others, I also had someone to return to, and that's why I was fighting, fighting with everything I had. And every single moment I had free, I would hope for their safety in the real world.
"…. Anya…"
I sought for her warmth, as I lay on the grassy hill.
"I will return to you..."