Prologue

It literally is summer, but the cold atmosphere can’t become better. In middle of the intense surroundings stands a child no older than 10 with onyx hair and irises. The black clothed men kneeling around him are shivering but the child seems unaffected. The frost has dispersed by the signal from the child. The men stood up and bowed 90 degrees towards the child and scattered away. After standing alone in the large hall for a while, the child stepped out of the hall.

The child’s name is Noir Cerulean, the 1st ranked player in this MMORPG “Helsaia”, and an infamous gamer throughout the society. His most established nickname is “PK Killer”. As the name explains, his job is to kill the players who kills other players.

Great achievements doesn’t regularly connect with money. Noir is poor and won’t use any of his savings on in-game items, so one of his nicknames is “God of pennilessness”. It is patheti- Ehem, wonderful. Noir is also the “God of Ice” in the internet, since all he uses to fight are martial arts and ice related magic.

“Why did the B-Suit guild suddenly attack me between my raids? I think they stole one of my amulets...”

The B-Suit guild, one of the best guild in the game, has been continuously challenging him on having an one-sided duel. Noir is the guild master of the guild Glacier and the one and only member. He is a loner, don’t blame him. By one-sided, I meant for Noir. Noir is too strong for them, so to Noir, the members from the B-Suit guild looks like pebbles.

Going offline from the game, he glanced at the clock, which states 4 am. Noir has unconsciously been playing games for 17 hours again. He walked into the bathroom and looked at his reflection on the mirror. Pale white skin, obvious black bags under his eyes, chaotic silver dyed black hair, and a skinny torso. The perfect example of a hikikomori.

(Hikikomori : shut-in)

While bathing in the bathtub, he fiddled around with the black cube. Noir found this cube 1 week ago, standing there quietly, in front of his computer. With no memories of owning nor placing it, he has once feared the cube, but not anymore. Curiosity killed the cat. A click sound resonances in Noir’s room. With a ‘plop’, a key fell into the tub. Alike the cube, the key was pitch black. Noir stabbed the key into the keyhole of the cube, which wasn’t there before, and twisted it. A bright light blinded his eyesight. When Noir reopened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a green field across the surface.

[Welcome to Twisted Dreamland]

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