Tredje person pow:
Unable to believe the scene before her, she tried to remember the previous day's events. She hoped to find a clue about the events in front of her.
'5:00-6:00 am: I went home and showered.'
'6:00-8:00 am: Ordered some necessary equipment for survival in the countryside. A dozen cartoons of pasta, ramen, rice, beans, potatoes and onions. In addition, also ordered some toolboxes, first aid kits, knives, candles, lighters, culinary items and many other items. Even bought agricultural tools, a sewing machine and tools for various hobbies. '
First-person pow:
Wait a minute! Why did I even buy that many things? I can't even take care of already-grown plants, and I do not even know how to use a sewing machine. I also ordered a special first-customer discounted baseball bat with some fancy name made of some unknown material as a present. If you ask me I don't even know to whom.
Reality struck me, I was lured by that vicious website with its blinding offers making people believe they need things they don't. Worst of all I paid everything in gold currency, meaning nothing left of my store's sale. Which website even requires gold payment?
That is why I should never drink. Yes, I was thirsty and I blindly opened a drink and then went to sleep again. Well, at least their delivery service was quite good not only did they deliver the goods before midnight, but they even offered to transfer the goods together with everything else in the shop into a multidimensional inventory.
That resolves, at least the mystery of emptiness of the store.
OH MY GOD! I knew I was always slow to understand but this is another level of dumbness. Only because I was sleepy, I was in this mess. No one to blame but myself. I knew when I was in three conditions I should never do anything. First, when drunk second when sleepy and third when hungry. Yesterday, I happened to be in all of those conditions. I lost almost all of my assets to buy random stuff, I lost all of that stuff and also rubbed off everything else in my store.
Even dogs aren't this stupid, I admit. Are there any boundaries to my stupidity? How can I never learn? How could I drink when my arrogant son is an example of my drunken stupidity? After having a baby at sixteen with my nemesis and living a whole 18 years under his mother's torture, how in the world could I touch that cursed liquid again?
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It's a surprise I'm still alive. I even remember insisting on also transferring some random huge egg, which happened to be under me on the armchair, claiming that it was mine since I had laid it. Not seeing the egg it seems to have been transferred, maybe I should be thankful they get rid of it!
I was still crying from inside when my mind and view of the outside were blocked. I could feel acid coming up as I held my mouth as hard as I could. Even though there was no voice, the graphics were top-notch and I also could feel the pillar vibrate while heavy objects were smashed into it.
A huge dark green monster had smashed a woman's head open. My Mind had stopped working as I, completely shocked, looked at the mix of brain, blond hair and crimson-red liquid.
If I had the slightest doubt about these things being a reality now I didn't. I couldn't even think about my lost assets anymore, not even about my messy family life and my arrogant, impolite child. No, thinking again, even in this kind of situation, I'm still angry at him and of course, I still blame his jerk father, for all of my problems.
I was in the middle of deciding my priorities when suddenly the pillar's glass wall shattered with a loud sound.
As I barely covered my head with my hands, I felt glass bits piercing into my body. To make things worse an additional weight landed on top of me and all I felt before falling unconscious was an overbearing headache.
Third person pow:
If this was a story, she, for sure, wasn't the protagonist.
Parallel with her falling into the world of unconsciousness, an otherworldly voice filled the entire shopping:
" 1, 2. 1, 2, 3. Do you have my voice?"
"Ahem, this is dungeon management, as per the rules of the GBM, we inform citizens that this place has been targeted by the 00-00 what? Why is the name so tacky? Oh, how I hate the system! 00-00-BigManagmentBranch to become a dungeon".
Then, the voice sounded even more indifferent than it already did and with a tired voice added:" 12 hours and 42, 41,... seconds", "yawn.. until the arrival of the boss monsters and the complete fusion of the dungeon with this building ."
"Yawn, you can find more information about the dangers of fusion and boss monsters danger level in the dungeons information booklet."
And if the voice could see through the confusion of those inside the building, giving a feeling it was looking into the eyes of the listener said: "In short, if you want to live, you have to escape the dungeon before the time is up".
"Ah, a kind reminder! As you have already seen, there won't be any resurrections in this dungeon, so don't die uselessly" " As of now we still don't have the carnivore monsters, and the cleanup will be a headache". "So think of it as helping the environment, and die outside. please! "
After some time, as if it had remembered something, it hurriedly said:" Oh, oh, and please tell your fellow people that this dungeon will be a SSSSS+ difficulty one, don't push your luck by coming here! and raise dungeons cleaning cost".
The voice left the horrified people, as it reluctantly murmured: "Such a shame, only if the budget was a bit higher, we could have added cleaning to the dungeons reset program.."