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Sean’s energy surged as he devoured his microwave meal in a few quick bites. Without wasting a second, he logged back into his account, eager to continue their quest.
The two of them teamed up again, heading straight to the Zuma Shrine to battle monsters. Sean’s Warrior, as always, took the brunt of the attacks, while Carlisle’s Wizard stayed behind, casting spells to deal damage from a safe distance.
But neither of them had great equipment, and it quickly became clear just how much their gear was hindering them. Sean’s health bar was dangerously low several times, and only timely healing kept him from collapsing. Despite the challenges, they pressed on, relentlessly hacking away at monsters.
After an hour of hard-fought battles, they finally defeated the Zuma High Priest, only to be met with disappointment. The monster had dropped only two skill books—barely worth the effort.
“Damn! What’s going on today? Is the game glitching?” Sean growled, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the screen. He ran a hand through his messy hair in frustration. “I’ve been playing The Legendary Tale for over a year, and I’ve never seen a drop rate like this!”
Carlisle looked at the screen, feeling a strange sense of unease. It wasn’t just Sean; many other players in the public chat were echoing the same complaints. Something was definitely off today. The game’s drop rate for equipment was unusually low.
Then, Carlisle’s eyes snapped to a movement in the corner of the screen. “Sean, look. There’s a Zuma up ahead, near the upper left corner. It’s almost dead.”
On the screen, a rank 47 Warrior was locked in battle with a red Minotaur. The Warrior’s health bar was dangerously low, teetering on the edge of depletion.
Sean squinted at the screen, his focus sharpening. “That’s a member of the Wolf Clan.”
The Wolf Clan, also known as The Hungry Wolves, had gained infamy since their rise to prominence in early 2004. Within just five months, they’d earned a reputation as the most ruthless guild in the game. Known for their bloodthirsty nature and overwhelming dominance, the Wolf Clan had conquered the Red Desert, carving their name into the game’s history.
With over 70,000 members, and more than 10,000 online at any given time, the Wolf Clan was an undeniable force. They ranked second in the game, on the verge of surpassing the top guild, Braggs.
Sean’s face paled. “You’re not thinking of robbing him, are you?” His voice shook with apprehension. His own guild, Makers of Chaps, was ranked eighth—barely a blip in the grand scheme of things. Offending the Wolf Clan was something no one in his guild would dare to do.
Carlisle, on the other hand, wasn’t part of any guild anymore. He’d left his guild at the end of last year, focusing more on his personal life, especially pursuing Sarah. “I don’t belong to a guild,” he said nonchalantly. “Even if I kill him, they won’t find me.”
Sean’s heart raced at the thought. He quickly dashed downstairs to check, his mind running in overdrive. When he saw that most of the The Legendary Tale players were fast asleep, he returned upstairs, his face full of anxiety. He stood behind Carlisle, trying to block the view of the screen from the owner of the internet cafe, who was also a player in the game.
Carlisle took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He had no intention of backing down now.
The Warrior from the Wolf Clan was named Lone Wolf. His character was adorned in a full set of Holy War gear—an imposing, top-tier set that struck fear into the hearts of players. Two years ago, this equipment could have sold for an astronomical sum in version 1.5 of the game, and even now, despite the drop in value, it was still one of the best gear sets available.
Carlisle’s Wizard loitered around, killing small monsters while he waited for the Minotaur to weaken. The battle raged on, and when the Minotaur’s health reached a critical low, Carlisle saw his chance. He unleashed Infernal Blast and Hell Thunder at Lone Wolf.
Lone Wolf barely flinched as the spells hit him, his health bar barely budging. “Damn. Are you asking for death?” a message popped up above his character’s head.
Carlisle ignored the threat, his gaze fixed on the Minotaur. He quickly cast more high-level spells—Frost Palm and Annihilation Fire. At the same time, the Minotaur landed a crushing blow on Carlisle, but his health was still manageable.
The battle intensified. The Minotaur’s health dropped rapidly, but so did Lone Wolf’s. Carlisle pressed on, relentlessly throwing skills at the enemy, determined to finish the job.
Three minutes later, the Minotaur collapsed, and Lone Wolf’s health bar was completely drained.
