James Wulkries, common human male. Nothing is interesting about him, even his character in DMMO is rather common, at least amongst those with rich background, as the character he has, just as some of traits he has, could be acquired only by real world money. His race was Draconian, with sub race being Avatar. Both races had immense power, lifespan, resistances, but were hunted by most other races, but the reasons for the hunt was different. While Draconians were 'eliminate on sight' due to their warlike nature, Avatars were sought by players out of spite, as this race was both for rich and skilled players. There were more races that were same as draconians, but most of them tended to keep to themselves.

As for the game itself, it didn't had classes, jobs, nor any other limiter, though the leveling was there. It was possible to learn everything this game had to offer, but for it you had to play it for around fifty years. And James, despite being rather bland in this game, learned it all, or most of what it had to offer, as he hadn't had anything better to do. Being a lucky bastard, who was born in a rich family, he always had what he wanted. Unfortunately for those that would try to use him, he was rather indifferent. He didn't care about expensive sport cars, luxuries or people, nor he wanted to do anything with humans in general. He was a loner by nature and misanthropic by the definition of society. Him being distrustful didn't help either. And in the age of 21, just after the graduation from university, he was hit by truck, it ended in him being paralyzed for the next 2 years of his life. Even with treatment he could only recover only his upper body functions, and even they were far from perfect. So his days were rather boring. At least with the virtual reality he could play some games, seeing as his parents didn't care about what he would do. So he was living in virtual reality, and it was much more comfortable than real life. And as he was filthy rich, he could buy his way in games. After a decade of gaming he become some sort of celebrity, streaming some of his games for fun, where it was allowed. In his games he finally found persons he could call friends, which hooked him to Onslaught, and where he found freedom, it was not as grand as he would've described it, but for him it was.

His guild, or company by world's definition of guilds, was one of the most powerful in the game, though it was ten years ago. His guildmates came and went, while he stayed. And now it was time for him to go as well. The game will end soon, and so the thirty years of his memories.

"I wish it wouldn't end... At least until my death."

The slight hissing in his voice, was his character's properties of draconic species. Due to his 'premium' race, his 'firstborn dragonoid' had almost no drawbacks, except him gaining rage at faster rate, which is both beneficial to him, as the rage increases his stats, but also a nuisance, as it decreases his magic capabilities. Unlike most sci-fi games, here magic was a world energy, which some creatures could use for their benefit, ranging from simple buffs, to obliteration of capital ships. Though all spells had a toll on the energy known as mana, as well as taking a portion of ones life force, if the spell was immensely powerful. Sometimes such spells were referred as capital spells, seeing as they were used mostly by commanders of the fleet.

James walked around one of his ships. It was his ship, the one he and his comrades constructed. It was more like space station than a ship, it had it's own matter deconstructor and replicator, six Titan class docking bays, twenty for capital sized ships, four hundred cruiser sized bays, almost two thousand destroyer sized and immense amount of fighter bays. Also it had firepower that would put death star to shame, as well as being self sufficient, with all it's 'zero' and 'vortex' generators. Having enough energy production means not only being able to sustain this station, but also means to convert excess energy into matter. In this game it was allowed to convert matter into energy and vice versa, therefore the most sought resources were energy credits and then matter.

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This station, as well as all other ships, was populated mostly by artificial races, like robots and undying. That wasn't the case for custom NPCs. Every NPC was different, but all of them shared one trait among them, they were loyal. Not like they could act completely on their own, but with research on artificial intelligence, they had somewhat free will, but still their responses were basic. Even customized NPC were like that.

Finishing his trip around the station, James decided on teleporting to command center, in hope that someone will come there. Unfortunately most of the guild members were living their life, so gathering for the last time was just an impossible wish on his part.

"*sigh* I wish they had the guts to attend it. Not like I don't understand, but still..."

With such words James inspected the storage and facilities. All in all his current funds were at 650 billion credits, or a bit more than production costs for two generic Titans. The cost for one of the current six titans that were currently docked were ranged from 570 to 1'230 billion credits. The station was fifteen times as much as all of titans combined, so it was really pricey piece of metal.

"Still got all six titans, sixteen capitals, four hundred of carriers and cruisers, and a bit more over thousand destroyers." Corvettes and fighters could be easily produced in large quantities, so it wasn't necessary to count them, considering that more than half of them were stationed on other ships.

As he skimmed through holoscreen, he noticed that it was four more hours before shutdown. Deciding on pulling all forces back inside the station he commanded.

"All units are to head back to Harbinger and dock." Harbinger was name of the station he, along with his comrades, constructed. "Viscount. Follow me." Viscount is an undying NPC made by James. It was something similar to vampire, but more skinny and grotesque, looking more like Grim Reaper than vampire from movies or old games/books. Being almost 2 meters in height, he had skin made of pure darkness, and his eyes were both white and had slight glow to them.

After hearing the order from commander, Viscount nodded and took his place by right side of James.

"You know Vis, I really like this world. It's simple, fight to be at the top. Wish it was as simple as that in the old world." The old world, or real life, was much more complex than that, but James was fortunately far from those worries, he just liked to complain. "Anyway we have around four hours before those morons do something stupid, so I will just wait."

After such words James decided to remember all the good times he had with his guild. He was a guildmaster of Harbingers, and as such he had to think about what's best for the guild. Now he had around four hours to do as he like, but everything he wanted to do was to remember the good old days.

And in that reminiscent the four hours passed, and soon the Onslaught will be shut down for good.

"Minute left." And he started countdown. As he neared zero nothing happened.

"Commander! We entered some sort of anomaly."

To the right of James, Vis was talking. And that was not his prerecorded messages.