By dawn, Blue Wind Town had become a battlefield for Rising Solutions.
The once-respected guild was now a hunted faction, their members struggling to survive as NPCs, bounty hunters, and rival players turned against them.
With a 1 silver bounty per head, every adventurer in town saw them as walking gold bags.
Blue Wind Town had once been a sanctuary for players, a bustling hub where adventurers traded goods, formed parties, and rested after long battles. But for Rising Solutions, it had transformed into a death trap overnight.
The fabricated evidence against them had branded them as outlaws, and the NPC guards—who once ignored minor disputes between players—now treated every member of the guild as a public enemy.
The First Execution – Bryce's Brutal Death
Bryce, one of the guild's enforcers, had no idea what was happening when he entered town. He had just returned from a failed grinding session, hoping to sell loot and restock potions.
As he walked toward the marketplace, he barely noticed the approaching Level 15 Guard Captain in full plate armor.
Then the guard's booming voice rang out.
"Halt! Murderer of the Moon Priest!"
Bryce froze.
"What?! What Moon Priest?! I haven't killed anyone!"
He turned to run—too late. The halberd swung in a blinding arc, slashing straight through his chest.
CRITICAL HIT! -3,500 HP
Bryce's vision blurred, his health dropping to zero in an instant. His body crumpled to the ground before he could even draw his weapon.
System Message: You have been slain. You lost 20% of your gold.
A nearby NPC executioner stepped forward, rifling through his belongings.
System Message: Your bounty reward of 1 silver has been claimed.
The watching players gasped as the guards looted his corpse like common thugs.
"Holy crap," a rogue whispered. "The system really turned against them."
Bryce respawned at the town's resurrection point… only to be met with another halberd swing.
Another instant death.
He was trapped in a loop—every time he revived, the guards cut him down again.
Lina's Desperate Escape – No Hiding from the System
Lina, one of Rising Solutions' best rogues, had been watching from the shadows.
"They'll kill us on sight?! Fine, I'll just sneak in!"
She activated Invisibility and moved toward the back alleys of the town, hoping to reach the black market vendors.
She didn't even make it past the temple district.
A squad of Temple Guardians—holy warriors in golden armor—stood waiting.
One of them raised a staff.
"Justice's Light reveals all falsehoods!"
A bright Holy Flare burst outward, covering the entire area.
Lina's invisibility shattered instantly.
"Another criminal! Cut her down!"
She turned to run, but the guards were faster.
A sword sliced through her leg—crippling her movement.
Then a spear pierced her stomach, draining the rest of her HP.
System Message: You have been slain. Your bounty reward of 1 silver has been claimed.
No Safe Zones – Even Inns and Guild Halls are Dangerous
News spread quickly across the guild chat.
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"We're KOS (Kill on Sight)! The second a guard sees us, we're dead!"
"I can't even enter the inn to log out! They threw me into the street and beat me down!"
"What do we do?!"
Max, the guild leader, gritted his teeth.
He opened the world map, scanning for any potential hiding spots.
But Blue Wind Town was fully controlled by the system.
- The marketplace? Blocked. Guards swarmed it.
- The inns? No entry for criminals.
- The guild hall? Locked down, with guards stationed outside.
There was no refuge left.
Rising Solutions Had Become a Public Target
For regular players, towns were safe havens—places to retreat when things got too dangerous.
For Rising Solutions?
Towns were now more dangerous than dungeons.
Respawning only meant dying again.
Hiding only delayed the inevitable.
> They weren't just losing fights anymore. They were being erased from the game.
For any guild, access to town markets was essential. It was where players restocked potions, repaired gear, and sold loot for gold.
But for Rising Solutions?
Every NPC vendor had blacklisted them.
They couldn't buy. They couldn't sell. They couldn't even barter.
Their economy was dead.
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Lissa's Potion Crisis – No Healing Allowed
Lissa, the guild's top alchemist, rushed to the Apothecary's Shop in the marketplace.
The shopkeeper, an old NPC herbalist named Marven, had always greeted her with a warm smile.
But today?
The second Lissa stepped inside, Marven's expression darkened.
"Out," he snapped.
Lissa blinked in confusion. "What?"
"We don't serve criminals. Get out before I call the guards."
Lissa quickly opened the shop interface, trying to buy a stack of Greater Healing Elixirs.
ERROR! This shop refuses to trade with you.
"Wait! I can pay double—"
Marven slammed his fist on the counter.
"You filth killed the Moon Priest! You think we'd sell you anything?!"
The other NPC customers in the shop turned to glare at her.
She felt their gazes like daggers on her back.
If she stayed any longer, she'd be dragged into the streets.
Gritting her teeth, she turned and ran out of the store.
Guild Chat:
Lissa: "Guys… we're locked out of the potion market. No one will sell to us."
Toren: "What?! Then how the hell are we supposed to heal in battle?!"
Lina: "We'll have to rely on player trades."
Max: "That's a problem. Keep trying to find an alternative."
But Lissa knew.
There was no alternative.
Without potions, they wouldn't last in combat.
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Toren's Broken Shield – No Gear Repairs
Toren, the guild's tank, was in bad shape.
His Ironwall Tower Shield was at 8% durability, barely holding together.
If he didn't repair it soon, it would shatter completely.
So, he rushed to Ironfist's Forge, the largest blacksmith shop in town.
Inside, the dwarf blacksmith Grom Ironfist was hammering a glowing blade on his anvil.
Toren approached the counter.
"I need my shield reforged."
Grom didn't even look up.
"I don't do business with murderers."
Toren's fists clenched. "Come on, I'm a paying customer! I just need a repair—"
Grom spat on the ground, right at Toren's feet.
"Get out before I throw you into the furnace."
Toren's jaw tightened. He opened the blacksmith's shop interface.
ERROR! This vendor refuses to trade with you.
His only option left was using a player blacksmith.
But…
> Guilds charged extra fees for repairs.
And every other guild saw Rising Solutions as enemies.
There was no one willing to help them.
Guild Chat:
Toren: "Shops won't repair gear either."
Max: "Dammit… how bad is it?"
Toren: "If my shield breaks, I'm useless."
Max: "We'll find another way."
But there was no other way.
Without gear repairs, their front line was collapsing.
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The Loot Market Lockout – No Gold Income
Rick, a Rising Solutions scout, had one last idea.
He had a bag full of loot from last night's grind session—beast pelts, rare herbs, and monster cores.
If he could sell them, he could at least make some gold.
So, he went to Marcus, the General Goods Merchant.
"Hey, Marcus! I need to sell some loot."
Marcus didn't reply.
He just pointed at the door.
Rick frowned. "What's wrong?"
"You think I'd buy stolen goods from a murderer?" Marcus growled.
"What?! I hunted these myself!"
Marcus crossed his arms.
"You're a criminal. I ain't risking my business over you."
Rick opened the trade window.
ERROR! This vendor refuses to trade with you.
Rick's hands shook with frustration.
No vendors would buy their loot.
No gold could be made.
They were bleeding money with no way to earn it back.
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The Guild's Economic Collapse – Desperation Sets In
Max gathered his remaining officers for an emergency meeting.
Their entire economy was in shambles.
No potions → No sustainability in battle.
No repairs → Gear breaking permanently.
No loot sales → No gold income.
"Alright," Max said. "We'll buy from player vendors instead."
Lissa shook her head. "Players are price gouging us. A single Greater Healing Elixir now costs 50 silver."
"What?! That's ten times the normal price!"
"They know we're desperate."
Max gritted his teeth.
Every merchant, every trader, and every player shop owner had turned against them.
Even if they had gold left, they wouldn't last long.
The crumbling economy meant only one thing—
The guild was on the verge of total collapse.
Whispers of Hatred – A Town That Spits at Their Name
It started as a murmur.
Then, it became a roar.
Everywhere they went, Rising Solutions members were despised.
NPC vendors turned them away.
Players spat insults in town chat.
Guards watched them like criminals, hands resting on their swords.
This wasn't just an inconvenience—it was exile.
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Public Humiliation – The Curse of the Crimson Mark
Max and Cathy stepped into the central plaza, trying to assess the damage.
As soon as they entered, every head turned toward them.
Hushed voices rose. Then, laughter.
Max frowned.
Then he saw it.
Above his nameplate, right next to his Rising Solutions guild tag…
A Crimson Mark.
A bright red skull icon, visible to every single player in town.
[Bounty: Rising Solutions – Murderers of the Moon Priest]
It wasn't just him.
Every single guild member had the same mark.
A scarlet brand that told the entire world—
> "These people are criminals. Kill them on sight."
Max's face paled.
The global bounty system had flagged them.
Every player in town could attack them freely—without penalty.
No one would be banned. No one would be jailed.
> The system had declared them public enemies.
"Holy shit," Cathy muttered.
Max clenched his fists.
"This is bad."
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The Crowd Turns Against Them – No Safe Zone in Sight
"Look who it is," a warrior sneered.
"Bloodthirsty cowards," a mage spat.
A crowd was forming.
A dangerous one.
Max and Cathy tried to step away, but the horde closed in.
Then—
A fireball blasted past Max's face.
> [Warning! You are under attack!]
Max staggered back.
More spells and arrows flew.
A rogue slashed Cathy from behind, her health dropping instantly.
"Shit—!" Max pulled his sword, but—
CLANG!
A giant warhammer crushed him into the pavement.
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Respawn – Hunted Even in Death
Max's vision faded to black.
Respawning in 3… 2… 1…
He woke up in the town graveyard.
For a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Until—
An arrow pierced his chest the second he moved.
> [You have been slain.]
He respawned again.
And again.
And again.
The bounty hunters were camping the graveyard.
Every time a Rising Solutions member respawned, they were instantly killed again.
No escape. No recovery.
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Forced into Exile – The Only Option Left
After hours of torment, Rising Solutions abandoned town.
They fled into the wilderness, hoping to escape the relentless player bounty hunters.
But even there, they weren't safe.
Because the bounty was global.
Anywhere they went, they were hunted.
Anywhere they went, they were hated.
Their reputation was ruined forever.
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