Chapter 1: Ch:1 Glitched Descent
It's been a month now—hah—and I've been glued to this game like a shadow that forgot the sun. Day blurs into night down here. I don't even keep track anymore.
The screen glows like a god, and I obey. My berserker—he's everything. Chaos incarnate. Clicky-ta-clack, clack-click... that rhythm? That's my heartbeat now. Yeah... that's the spirit. Crush them all. No mercy.
As I went on a rampage, tearing through NPCs like some mad god of war, I laughed—massacring everything in sight. Seriously, NPCs... don't kill me. Just forgive me. Or better yet—burn and die. You brought this on yourselves, right? This is your fault. Not mine.
I think I'm losing it. This game—it's doing something to me. It doesn't feel normal anymore. The people scream now. Not in code—realistic, guttural screeches. One of them shouted, "You'll pay for this! You destroyed my town!"
Huh? What did I ever do to you?
Oh, right. That.
Well, whatever. I better end him before he gets his revenge. He's a demon, after all. And this is the demon land. No rules here. Just me, my blade, and the endless slaughter.
After I wiped out the entire demon-infested town, it was loot time. The silence was heavy—just the crackle of flames and the faint hum of victory in the air. I moved slowly, boots crunching over ash and bone, my giant berserker blade slung over my shoulder. It gleamed faintly, still wet from the last kill.
My armor—black, worn, and scarred—matched the dead knights who once guarded this cursed place. Their red, glinting eyes still stared, even in death. Useless now.
I stepped over the bodies, one by one, scanning for anything worth my time. Stargems... a pair of Regislets... yeah, not bad. I picked them up with a grunt and dropped them into my inventory. Click. Click. Just like Minecraft.
All done. Clean sweep.