Age of Gods - A VRMMO Story

Thomas stood in front of the gaping hole in his tent and looked at the last survivor of the group that tried to assault him. The man had thrown out some lame insults in an attempt to get Thomas to not just shoot him dead and he'd agreed. Not for any sense of mercy or from falling for the taunting. He simply wanted to give his new sword a nice test run. While he waited patiently for the battered and bleeding thug to climb to his feet and prepare himself, Thomas glanced at the three corpses around his tent.

When he'd first woken up he'd seen the shadow of the first victim coming closer to his tent. It didn't take a genius to understand they didn't have friendly intentions. If they did they could have done plenty of things to wake him up and let him know they were coming. Disabling his alarm and sneaking closer showed they were up to no good and that was more than enough of a reason for him to kill them all.

The first person he'd killed had been the easiest. After waking up from that odd dream-that-wasn't-a-dream he'd seen the shadow and immediately pulled out his Peace Maker. He patiently waited for the shadow to sneak closer while feeding mana into the revolver and forming a ball of pure mana in his empty left hand. Once he was sure the shadow matched the location of the man's body, the man had turned his head and looked directly at Thomas. So, he fired the gun and shot the man in the head.

The gunshot had been louder and had far more recoil than he expected it to but it wasn't unmanageable. The more surprising thing had been the fact that half of the dead man's head had been blown to bits by the gunshot. With the first target down he heard shouting so he charged more mana into his gun and aimed at the next closest target he could find by their shadow. It wasn't as clear as the first so he'd gone for a center mass shot. With the second shot fired he saw the shadow of his target go flying back and fall to the ground without moving again.

After the second target fell another one came charging toward the tent with his weapon raised. Thomas converted the mana he'd been holding in his left hand to the wind element and threw his hand forward to launch a powerful ball of magic at the charging enemy. He hadn't had time to charge much mana into his gun yet so he shoved the melee fighter back to buy more time. As the melee fighter rolled away an arrow pierced through the tent and sliced a small gash into his left leg. An inch lower and it would have pierced into his thigh.

Now that he knew there was an archer, Thomas had leaned toward the hole in his tent and spotted the shooter. With mana pouring into his revolver he stuck it out of the tent and shot the archer. With three of the four he'd seen dead and the fourth one still lying on the ground from the wind spell, Thomas squeezed his way out of the tent and started to charge more mana into his gun to finish off the last one. As he was doing that the fourth person attempting to assault him had shouted about men fighting without using guns like cowards. Thomas thought that a man attempting to kill another in his sleep with three friends calling someone using a gun a coward was the height of hypocrisy. However, he relented and stored the gun in his inventory while retrieving his enchanted short sword.

He might not agree with what the man said at all but he was very interested in testing out his other weapons so why not use this opportunity? Thomas channeled mana into the shortsword causing it to emit a low humming sound as the wind mana circled around the blade. The last living thief had taken his time to prepare himself and was now glaring at Thomas. Ignoring him, Thomas glanced into the tent and saw a very bored looking Snowlily yawning. During the entire incident, she hadn't moved from her spot and had only woken up after the first gunshot had been fired. The little puppy seemed more upset that she'd been woken up than about the four people trying to kill Thomas.

Thomas shook his head at the sight of the lazy puppy and paid more attention to the last survivor in front of him. The man had taken out and drank a healing potion so the small wounds inflicted by Thomas's wind spell had been healed and he looked like he'd recovered enough to fight at his best. Thomas patiently waited while yawning. He'd not really gotten any proper sleep yet. First that odd dream and then the attack. Getting to the end of his patience, Thomas called out, "You ready yet or what? I'd like to get some sleep you know."

Black One looked at Thomas and nodded. Black One gripped his shortsword tightly. The two of them were using similar weapons so he felt neither had the advantage there. Black One bent his knees and sprang toward the target with as much force as he could muster. His body instantly accelerated while he aimed for a thrust.

Seeing the simple and straightforward thrust coming at him, Thomas twisted to the side and struck down with his own weapon. Thomas's shortsword slammed into Black One's and knocked the tip down. With his thrust redirected Black One lost his balance a bit and stumbled to a stop. Thomas quickly retreated from his already ruined tent to the open area around them. No need to risk further damage that he would need to repair.

Black One spun around and the two of them charged at the same time. Thomas was a fair bit faster than Black One but they both seemed about equal in Power. Their two swords clanged and clashed repeatedly as they fought. Black One did his best to try to kill Thomas while Thomas used the fight to test the durability of his sword and practice his sword fighting skill. Within thirty seconds their swords had crossed nearly fifty times and Black One had been unable to gain an edge against Thomas at all. Both of their sword fighting skill was improving but Thomas still maintained an edge over Black One.

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As the fight continued Thomas got bored and decided to put an end to the conflict. He coated his left hand and arm, up to his elbow, in mana and converted it to the metal element, specifically into steel. Within moments his hand and forearm took on a metallic sheen. When Black One sliced down at him, Thomas used his arm to block instead of his sword. Black One was monetarily shocked by Thomas's use of magic. In that single moment, Thomas's sword stabbed deep into Black One's chest. Thomas poured more mana into the enchantment to increase it to maximum power. The whirling wind around the blade carved through Black One like he was made of paper and shredded his ribs, heart, and lungs.

With a look of shock and horror on his face, Black One collapsed to the ground and stared at the sky in his death. Thomas flicked his sword to toss off the blood on it and examined Black One's corpse. This was the very first time he'd killed other players so he was curious what would happen. He was certain they were players since Black One had recognized his weapon at first sight and even called it a gun. The locals would have no idea what his Peace Maker was really capable of.

Looking around, Thomas could see that all four bodies were still where they had fallen. They hadn't faded away or disappeared in some fashion yet. He wondered just how long they would be around. He also had another thought, could he loot their bodies? He knelt down and tried to dig into Black One's clothing to see if he could find a money pouch or something else. Unfortunately, when Thomas tried to touch Black One's body there was an invisible barrier that completely stopped him. Grumbling about that, Thomas looked to the sword laying on the ground next to Black One. It was an odd looking sword with that black fuller. He reached over and picked up the sword without any issues.

He spent a bit of time examining the sword. The edge was completely intact even after so many clashes against his own sword and the black fuller was rather unique. It looked like the fuller had been pounded out properly and then coated in black. After looking over it for a while an information window finally appeared.