Actual, true quietness, not the arbitrary hushed hushes of a waiting lobby or naked Emily Sweet the muted calm of a launching screen. The kind that settled into your legs and reminded you that noise existed just when everything moved to produce it.
I widened my vision.
Stone sky Rough-hewn slabs fitted up with the kind of ingenuity that spoke of human work and generations of settling. Spider-webbed cracks adorn the exterior, which may have once been plaster but now resembled pressed dust and time.
I sat upward.
The movements came to simply. No grogginess, naked Emily Sweet no thick muscles from lying odd in bed, and no confusion beyond the blatant "where the heaven am I" assortment. Given that this wasn't theoretically Elara's system, my figure responded like a well-oiled machine. This made sense.
Or quite, it was my figure today. had been for how much? The reminiscences smelt clumsily, like trying to hold waters in a clenched hand. Remembered the site closure timer. I remember thinking that Ascendant Online's closure after eight years was a sorrow and that I would rarely discover my exhausted protagonist suddenly. For the ultimate occurrence, I remembered logging in.
And then I'd awakened up around.
in her physique.
in this particular universe.
I looked over at my hands-small, fragile, with the kind of great yellow complexion that no quantity of spf and inside living had always given me in authentic life. When I focused, there was a minuscule ult sparkle beneath the surface that was clearly accessible. The passive ability of the [Archmage's Sensitivity ] makes magical energy discernible even in my own flesh.
" Okay\ A midget and a merchant arguing over the cost of metal. A pair of dwarves moving through the throng with that alluring joy, their directed ear keeping them afar. What appeared to be a half-grown baby scurrying between walkers while holding a tray of breads.
NPCs. Except they weren't, were they? Actual people who have real life and true consciousness, no script that dictates behavior. These were individuals today.
I immediately felt very out of location.
A person bumped into me, apologized without even looking, and then moved on. A seafood vendor called out costs, his words pounding the price with a hundred different vendors. One was playing music, perhaps the sound weaving through the background noises, like a clarinet.
I needed details. I had no idea what had happened, where I fit in this world, or whether people also remembered the athletes who once lived in it.
The Adventurers Guild had get the best place to begin.
It used to be a humble two-story tower close to the town circle where players traded items and sold treasure in the video game. My feet let me navigate streets that felt both familiar and unfamiliar while allowing myself to focus on both storage and muscles remembrance.
The union was nonetheless present.
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