A raucous blare of horns echoed through the streets of Deadbay City, sending waves of panic across the crowd. People frantically scrambled, searching for shelter as the ground trembled beneath their feet, hinting at the approach of hundreds of monsters from the distance.
Everyone seemed to be in a state of chaos.
“There’s a huge attack, a massive disaster coming!”
“We’re all going to die, run! Find shelter!”
“No, we can’t run. There’s nowhere to escape!”
“What the hell is going on here?” some players shouted, bewildered.
“It’s an emergency event, a big one. We’ll get huge rewards!”
“Well then, call everyone-tell them to get online. I know we’re going to need all the help we can get.”
“But the monsters… their levels look really high. I’m worried we won’t be able to handle them,” another player said.
Melliandra and Kingsley stood on the fortress, their eyes fixed on the approaching horde of creatures. Some were human-sized, while others towered five to ten times larger.
“Damn, what is that? Is this an emergency event?” Melliandra said.
“I think we need to stop those monsters from reaching the city, Mel.”
“No matter how much I want to gain experience from killing them, I don’t think we can take them all out. This is insane,” Melliandra continued. “I’m not built for area attacks; we need Elincia here, damn it. This is so stupid, the game developer has completely lost their minds. Are they seriously trying to destroy the city with this many monsters?”
“If those monsters break through the fortress, the entire city could be wiped out.”
“And I’m sure that will be the outcome of this stupid event!”
“I’m going to the front lines, and you handle them from a distance, Mel, like we usually do. We’ll hold out until the others arrive.”
“This is insane! Your damage isn’t enough to handle that many monsters, Kingsley! We need Elincia!” Melliandra snapped.
“But Elincia is still under a time penalty. That’s why we have to hold them off for as long as we can,” Kingsley insisted.
“Stupid, this is so annoying. Why the hell do I have to be stuck in this city right now? This is all that idiot Broken’s fault! Ugh, damn it!” Melliandra growled.
The Knights and troops of Deadbay City quickly moved to their designated posts. Long-range fighters positioned themselves atop the fortress, while the close-range fighters lined up in formation outside, ready to meet the oncoming threat head-on.
“Those knights and troops won’t last long,” Melliandra muttered.
Meanwhile, waves of players streamed out from the city gates, eager to join the Emergency Event. Their shouts fill the air.
“Let’s go! We’re gonna get so much experience!!!” they yelled.
“Let’s slay as many monsters as we can. I love this kind of event!” They cheered.
“Those poor, clueless players are going to get themselves killed so fast,” Melliandra remarked coldly. “Don’t they realize how powerful those monsters are? Their levels are pathetic-disgustingly low. Honestly, I’d be doing them a favor by killing those brainless idiots myself before they get torn apart by the monsters.”
Max and Tora were in Deadbay City when the incident unfolded, and they quickly broadcasted it live on their YouTube channel. The broadcast was picked up by global television networks, spreading the news far and wide.
“Well, everyone, we’re here for you, bringing live coverage of this super, super, super unexpected emergency event happening right now in Deadbay City of the Dissidia Kingdom,” Tora began.
“It looks like there are hundreds of monsters heading this way, and their average level is extremely high,” Max added, her tone serious.
The two of them were stationed at a fortress a safe distance away, providing a clear view of Deadbay’s troops preparing for the oncoming attack.
“This is unbelievable!” Tora exclaimed. “This is one of the biggest events to ever happen in Immortal Legacy, and we’re capturing it all on camera. It’s a rare moment, folks!”
“I urge anyone near Deadbay to log into the game right now and help defend the city!” Max called out.
“The CEO of Golden Age Company has declared an emergency, and I’m sure there will be great rewards if you manage to stop this massive attack,” Tora added, leaning closer to the camera
with a grin.
The internet quickly buzzed with a flurry of comments as news of the major event spread like wildfire.
“Wow, I wish I could be there!”
“I’d love to participate, but why does it have to be held in the Dissidia Kingdom?”
“The game developer is really giving Dissidia special treatment. Why are all the cool events happening there?”
“Well… I’m close to Deadbay, so I’m gonna log in and join the event. See ya!”
“I’m sure Deadbay won’t be the same after this. The number of monsters is just too massive.”
“Deadbay is a small town full of newbies. Is it really fair to subject them to such a huge monster attack?”
“This game is getting too chaotic. I grew up in Deadbay. I don’t want to see it get destroyed.” “The game developer doesn’t seem to have a handle on this game anymore. It’s turning into a big mess.”
“Yup, this attack should’ve been aimed at the capital. The battle would have been way more exciting there, with all the powerful guilds around.”
**
“Why must we lift the Time Penalty Rule?” someone shouted during the Emergency Meeting of Golden Age Company, held online.
The faces of the participants appeared on screens in the large conference room, with Marco seated alone, visibly tense.
“The reasons you’ve provided are not adequate justifications for this decision, Marco!”
“This is the result of a series of events that have brought us to this critical point,” Marco said
gravely.
He continued. “There are numerous major quest triggers stored in Deadbay City, and if we don’t act quickly, the city will be destroyed. Losing Deadbay would mean missing out on significant moments and crucial information tied to the game’s past. I believe we’re facing an
urgent crisis.”
“If the city was so important, why didn’t you station more experienced players there?” someone interjected.
“I don’t think now is the time to debate what should or shouldn’t have been done,” another
voice cut in.
“But we can’t just lift the rule. Many parties will feel disadvantaged if we do,” one person
remarked.
“We only need to lift it for today, during this special event,” others chimed in.
“I’ve been against this rule from the start. We should at least reduce the Penalty Time. Eight
hours is just too long.”
“This decision will impact many aspects of the game; we need to weigh all potential outcomes and consult with stakeholders,” added another.
“Will temporarily lifting the Penalty Time be enough to save Deadbay?”
Marco responded, “Currently, the chance of the city’s survival is only three percent. But if we
allow players to log in, even those under penalty, that chance could rise to ten percent.”
“Damn, even ten percent is still too low! Did the AI not make a more thorough prediction? How did it come to this?”
“We’re running out of time. We have to come to a decision now, and we need to do it by voting,” someone replied, pushing for urgency.
“So everyone cast your vote.”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
The voices echoed through the screens as the stakeholders cast their votes.