Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Apple didn’t expect to see such a bitter journey.
He was full of confidence leading a 1000-member contingent to travel over hills and back to his homeland to chase away the evil Ogres who invaded his home.
Even though there were some mishaps during the journey, like traffic accidents and rage killing between Guild members, it was still quite alright as a whole.
As the days passed, when they were about to reach their destination, he discovered…
The number of Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men dwindled.
Some were killed in fights or crushed by Beetlemons. A large number disappeared after running around in a small tunnel after leaving the Main Underground Tunnel.
Even more of them didn’t wake up after sleeping at night.
Why did they not wake up? Apple wasn’t sure. He thought they were sick.
They ate little and slept little. They didn’t even drink water. It would be strange if they didn’t fall sick.
Seeing the contingent getting smaller, Apple was sad. He was filled with remorse and blame. If they weren’t helping him, they wouldn’t have perished in these desolate lands. Those were hundreds of lives.
While Apple was moping in depression, the green-skinned warriors took it as though nothing had happened. They smiled merrily and asked questions.
“Why aren’t we there yet?”
“Why is it so far? We have been traveling for the past few days. I can’t wait to kill the Ogres!”
“Oh my god, the virtual reality simulation in the game made traveling this realistic?”
“To do a mission, we traveled for three days. I give up.”
“Shh, don’t let the NPC hear you. Be immersive. Immersive.”
Apple couldn’t understand them, but he felt their desire to fight with the Ogres.
Apple thought they were very good creatures.
“Village Chief! Village Chief! There are creatures coming!”
An Orc ran up to him. It was Apple who had sent him to scout the road in front.
“Are they Ogres?”
Apple became nervous. Since they were very close to the village, if the Ogres were still in the village, they would have spotted them.
“Yes, Ogres! Lots of Ogres!”
Apple shouted nervously, “Warriors, wake up! Wake up, there are Ogres! They are charging at us!”
Apple shouted and pushed the nearest Gnome, who was sleeping on the ground. No matter how Apple shouted, that Gnome had no reaction. Apple would have thought the Gnome had died if not for his breathing.
Apple’s heart sank when he failed to rouse the Gnome. Did a sickness claim this brave warrior?
Apple couldn’t help but feel depressed. He was full of frustration as he hurried to the next sleeping Gnome. It wasn’t the time to wallow in sadness!
“Wake up! Warrior, wake up!” Apple shouted loudly as he shook the Gnome, but there was no reaction.
“What’s going on? Why did things turn out like this?”
Apple almost cried out in desperation. With his willpower, he suppressed his tears. As he was feeling hopeless, a Black Armored Gnome walked out from the darkness.
“What’s the situation?” Arthur asked Apple.
Apple didn’t understand the word “Arthur”, but he recognized the Gnome and his lethal aura!
“The Ogres are coming. Why aren’t your companions waking up?” Apple grabbed Arthur and shouted as though he had found a savior.
“Please wait for a while. I’ll make a phone call and get them on the discussion forum.”
Apple wanted to ask what “phone call” and “discussion forum” were, but he saw Arthur fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Apple was shocked. He immediately shouted, “Warrior! Warrior!”
As Apple was screaming, the other gamers noticed his behavior and came to find out the cause.
“What’s up?”
“Are the Ogres attacking?”
Apple was worried. He gazed at the large number of collapsed warriors and the small number of gamers who had gathered around him. They weren’t nervous at all. Instead, they were full of anticipation.
“The Ogres are coming!” Apple screamed loudly.
“What? What the heck!”
“Wake up the others!”
“Isn’t it midnight? The lousy game producer has to run the Plot Animation at this hour?”
“Gosh! I was about to sleep!”
The gamers screamed and collapsed to the ground. They breathed uniformly on the ground.
Fell asleep?
Apple was stunned. He couldn’t help it as tears flowed out. He wailed out loud.
“Village Chief, don’t cry!”
A few awakened Orcs wore their fake armor and said to Apple, “Let’s arm ourselves. The Ogres are coming!”
An Orc wanted to grab a sword from a gamer and pass it to Apple. He tried to grab it, but it didn’t budge.
He used all his strength, but the sword wouldn’t budge.
They had no time to consider all these weird happenings.
Sounds of rapid footsteps were heard from the tunnel in front.
Three large Beetlemons ran over noisily. They were fully armed and had spikes like a hedgehog.
On top of each of the Beetlemon were tens of Ogres. There were a total of 50 Ogres.
The Ogres were tall, and the Orcs were only as tall as their shoulders. There were white, blue, and red Ogres, but most of them were gray in color.
Each Ogre had huge solid muscles and looked extremely strong. They looked very cool when they wielded Large Blades and Maces.
A tall Ogre stood in front of the gamers and looked at the standing Apple. Then he laughed condescendingly and asked, “Are these your reinforcements?”
