Chapter 4 : The End

I stood in a white space, endless as far as I could see. But nothing underneath me for a floor nor the yellow circle that materialises for me when I want to run on the air.

Where am I?

My left arm was soaked in blood, sliding down in streams around the golden spikes of my white armor that effortlessly merged with the backround.

Don't tell me the Fortune dragon is..

I turned around but saw nothing behind me except the same endless white space.

Then why am I here? I thought and turned back around. But as I did I saw the tall eastern style dragon stood towering me with reflective golden scales and long whiskers above its long white beard.

Its' eyes wise but narrowing as it looked and judged me in silence.

The flickers and whips of the flame aura of my Sun God visor and cape occupied the atmosphere, making feel like a faud for wearing such equipment as I stared at a much more holier existence.

"A Sage of Destiny, both a warrior of the Sun God and an Archmage of pure Light. I've seen your struggle and cunning exploits of the past, but also your great battles and wars as you grew more powerful." The dragon hummed out.

Ah shit you know about that? Was what I had on my mind as I nervously stood on one spot, hoping I won't be tourtured or something with the sudden high sensitivity of the game.

"And through effort of oneself, no assistance of anyone or help of some strange magic. You powered through with light and obtained my sealstone in the void." So equipment didn't count as assistence? I'm just runing this atmosphere with inner thoughts but I can't help it.

"I of countless years am the only living Fortune existence that will only set you on a path that will be beyond your speciality, but the reward is great." A bit late isn't it? The game is shutting down soon.

"But because you are more powerful then expectations, all the paths available will not be suitable for you. Thus travel the world and find the DreamWell, I will grant you one thing you desire in this moment for your journey." The dragon finished.

I regret not using this a few years eariler, if I did I would've wished to become overlord and by then I would've become so op even demons fear me.

I stood there with my head down hesitating, thinking of what to do in the last moments of this game. To wish to destory the world I love so much myself or wish for something I could do before it disappears? The thought of choosing to live here was way off my mind, something like that isn't logically possible.

I picked off the small shards of glass from my shoulder and flicked them far away, watching them fall down through nothing and took my visor off.

"Fortune Dragon." I called out as I still looked down.

"If a world you loved so much and practically spent your whole life on it, disappears no matter what happens. What would you wish for in the last few moments?"

In the silence I spoke again to put the dragon in the same situation I was in.

"And it could never come back with just a wish."

"Is that why you're hesitating?" The dragon ask, floating gently backwards.

I nodded, looking back up just to see the dragon fading into the white backround.

"Then you would wish for recreation would you not?" The dragon whispered.

I lifted my arm in fustration as the dragon manage to bypass my restriction. T-That!.. That doesn't work that way in my world. I thought loudly but unable to speak it out.

I fell to my knees as I witness the disappearance of the dragon. It was probably a sign that the game was close to its end and I would be forcefully logged off.

I punched the ground in anger, my stave in its regular form dropping down beside me as I cried from the inside of my aching heart.

"GOD DAMN IT! IT JUST DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY YOU STUPID DRAGON!" a warm tear dropped down from my eye and fell through the nothingness I was on.

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When I was thirteen I was introduced to this game by a friend who loves games and wanted to be a programme developer when he grew up. I am nearly 24, just in another month I would have my birthday and I would've celebrated in this world. In the other world I'm a loser, a loner in his own apartment.

Here I am a hero, a being of untouchable power that wields the light of gods, a person who talked to them face to face and defeated unimaginable evil for the good.

Here I'm wealthy beyond nature, I could buy this whole world with my gold and silver, I could conqure it if I wanted to if I unleash the power of whatever is in my vault.

In other words, I don't need any wish for my journey, I could do anything because I worked so hard when I was a noob. I even thought so far as dying in this world for real, letting the NPC's cherish me in a stone tomb with my history written in books and told through mouths.

"I wish I could live in this world till the end of my days. I'm a no-lifer in my world." I whispered, my eyes blurred with water and red with my blood spreading behind it. Saddness was rare for me to feel, I could endure a whole lot of things but this, this took a hard hit on me.

I could feel it, the exhaustion finally taking over me and drowning me in white. I'm being forcefully logged out.

My eyelids heavily closed on me and my arms and legs gave out, dropping me into the nothingness my tears fell to.

My body was getting tickled by the air as a sad melody played in my head, unnoticeably I was losing concious.

I laid there on my bed under my blankets, the warm tears in my hair and ears, rolled down from my eyes when I was in V.R.

I slowly took of the mechanical visor off my face and wipped my eyes, taking a look at reality infront of me.

I was in my apartment with its plain slightly yellow white walls and cold temperature.

I knew my wish would never come true and that left me souless on my bed, passionless and hungerless as if I was dead.

"Should I commit suicide?" I muttered.

I got a long strong cord under my bed and my room is pretty high up, it won't be that difficult to set it up and jump out the window right now.

My job, I'm replacable and it isn't hard to get the requirements to to be hired. My family, they're living their own life and ignoring their gothic-like brother/ son. My firends, I lost connection to them years ago. And I'm not in debt so I'm pretty much free of everything.

I threw the blanket off me and sat up, looking outside the window and noticed it was night time.

This makes this easier, I don't like to hear any screaming or want anyone watch me dangling from my window.

I quietly shifted my legs off the mattress and planted them on the ground, pushing forward and dropping down the the ground.

I pulled out the yellow cord from the darkness and wrapped it around my neck, looping the plug in a ring before wrapping more wire around my neck.

My body would naturally denie me when it comes to death so I would need to tie up my hands as well. I thought as I dragged my light steel-framed bed behind me.

After thinking awhile besides the cold window I decided flipping the mattress off the steel-frame and tied the cord on the support beams that would've held the mattress not to long ago. It didn't really long stable but least I'd die from height or from suffocation.

I unlocked the window and slid the glass panel to the side, inviting the freezing ice wind and the noisy sound of speeding cars in the distance in my room.

"Maybe a quick jab and then a straight out jump?" I muttered as I pulled the construction of light metal behind me to the kitchen area.

I opened a drawer under the sink and pulled out a small craving knife, I moved to the cutting board next to the microwave and aimed the knife above my right hand on the wooden board.

Quick jab so it'll be easier in the jump.

I closed my eyes and gently touched the cold blade inbetween the two visible bones in my hand and imagined that I was just drawing on myself with a pen.

"Just don't let the body know what's actually happening, done this tons of times." And with that my fist clutched the handle harder and stabbed down, my whole arm falling on it like if I was pressing on a pencil to hard.

My eyes instantly shot open and I wanted to scream but I restrained the muscles of my jaw and throat, making me do more of a choking sound and threw the knife out of sight.

I dashed out to the window, ignoring the flipped over construct and did what I said I would do. Jump.

My body was so focused on my hand that when the knot around my neck crushed my neck, it went into a state of shock and immobilization. My body shaking uncontrollabily on the thick cord as it tried to fuction properly.

I couldn't remember after that, instinct took over and my dominate hand, the hand I stabbed eariler tried to climb back up but the blood and hole in it made it pretty much the weakest limb I had right now.

Inside me felt like it was getting crush, it was like getting into something much smaller then yourself, like being forcefully put into a steel chest and locked in it.

Heat over whelmed my nerves but also coldness, the parts further from my head was being soaked in the dropping temperature while the closer ones to my head was overflowing with heat.

The pain was getting indescribable and it was hard to remain with my domestic thinking, just do and don't was left and it was the Do's that was really cutting the control over my body.

All what was left was the feeling of wanting to explode, my eyes were getting pushed from the inside out and ears felt like they were clogged.

My body was blinding itself from the world and only looked towards myself, the sound, the wind, all disappeared without me noticing and the night was effectively encouraging the confusing running in my head.

The thought of the darkness and light never occured, it was just there like how the sky is just there. Things just became less fimilar and important, I was hanging but I didn't realise it anymore, my body only felt that being here was stopping the flow inside my body and wanted to move out from the air.

It was no 'more' my, it was just 'the'. The throat is choking, the eyes lost its position in the skull. The person here is dying. I could no longer think of myself and finally but still unknowingly died without so much as a breath.