I awoke to find my body swathed in numerous bandages, and the mysterious Musketeer from the battle was there to assist me to my feet. The sounds of jubilation echoed from outside, signaling a celebration in full swing.
Amidst the celebration, a lively dance circle had formed, with villagers and warriors joyously twirling and clapping to the rhythm of festive music. Tables groaned under the weight of delicious food and drink, while children giggled and played games. Laughter and smiles abounded, and it was a moment of pure revelry, a well-deserved respite after the trials of battle.
I carefully made my way to one of the chairs, mindful of my injuries. Zelut and Ladon, upon spotting me, rushed over and enveloped me in a heartfelt hug. I could also see Tanos, the dragon, in the distance. I learned that he had been searching for me for days, and I was grateful that everything had ended well. The warmth of their presence and the joy of reunification made the celebration even more meaningful.
As the festivities continued around me, I took a moment to check the messages in the clan. It was apparent that the battles I had experienced were far from the norm, as others were just beginning to grasp the intricacies of this new reality, with the realitization rate at a mere 15%. It struck me that I had been through a unique and challenging journey that set me apart from most others in this evolving world.
I decided to explore the new features and updates in the world systems. To my surprise, I discovered a multitude of notifications waiting for me. Upon closer inspection, I found that a significant number of donations had poured in, each from different anonymous individuals, their names obscured by asterisks. It was as though a group of benevolent and mysterious benefactors had chosen to support me without revealing their true identities. The gesture left me both grateful and intrigued.
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The sudden influx of anonymous donations left me with questions. Who were these anonymous benefactors, and why had they chosen to support me during my battles? Upon closer examination of the time and date of the donations, I realized that they coincided with the moments when I was engaged in intense battles. It left me with an unsettling feeling that these donations were somehow connected to my struggles, as if someone was deriving amusement or satisfaction from my difficulties. The mystery deepened, and I couldn't help but wonder about the true motives behind these anonymous donors.
A lot of the messages where vague. Well I still collect the free game coins, I have know 2,470 game coins. One of the donators named M***ER ***L so I will call him MERL stood out with a lengthy message. MERL praised my surviving skills and offered to edit my live videos for official world gametube publication. Additionally, MERL generously donated 1000 game coins, making him the highest contributor among all the donors.
I don't need to be famous right now, but maybe if he gives me information that I can't find anywhere else, I might accept it, especially this game cassette. It's still the same old cassette on my packet with a button I tap. It opens the eerie system that showed up before, welcoming me to the world of Old Grammy and asking whether to proceed with 'yes' or 'no.
Some of the Goblin kids are playing around at the back. They are very happy because of our win. Oh well, that's normal. But they accidentally hit me. Instead of pressing 'no,' I press 'yes.'
Oh s**t I f**ked up!
Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the sky, sucking me upward. Oh no, oh no, this is bad!!!!