A/N: Good evening everyone. Well, even if I say 'good evening' the time difference in the site may cause discrepancies but I just feel like saying it. Now, then. As you can see, there are several things to note before reading, commenting, following and favoring this story (if there's even any lol):

1. Blood and violence and sexual content. This series is at the Grey Area within my domain. There may be cruel evil, heartwarming hope, arousing tensions and hard struggles against fate (or reality in this case).

2. Slow development of characters and events. I intend to go with the details regarding the situations (not mechanism). To be exact, I want to try doing it in a very REALISTIC view.

3. Loopholes? Probably will appear. No clear plot but clear developments. A work-in-progress which needs improvement so bear with the quality.

4. You won't get what you want sometimes. I don't need to explain this as you can guess what it meant.

5. The tags may change but they will stay true to the Action-oriented Adventure with Dramatically Romantic Fantasy VR story. Other than them may figuratively transform.

And that's it. Now, I shall draw the curtains and allow me to introduce a phrase that will symbolize this series:

"--Only through your deepest courage will you be able to grasp the world!"

Your remaining Health is at 10%! Bleeding Status will drain the rest of your Health should your injuries are not treated!!

Awakening himself from dream was much better than this. This horrible chaotic place reek of blood and guts scattered everywhere. Deep in this dark hall where only a single lane extended forward with abysmal dark cliffs besides it.

In the darkness lit by floating torches of will o’ wisps, flashes of silver and crimson danced in the air as sparks of flame ignited upon collision.

His heart thumped weakly. Blood drained off his face as he watched the spectacle of two persons fighting. One was a hero wielding silvery white sword while the other was a demon clad in tattered blood red cloak and ominous black armor. Even the sight of watching terrified him to the core of his existence.

After all, the magnitude of the battle they fought in was on a different scale. Every time their swords sung, powerful shockwaves spread wide and cleaved the air as well as the ground alike. Each swing of sword was met in succession which resulted in devastation over the area the two were on.

The Sacred Knight dashed forth. Using the speed and momentum his slash became as powerful as blades of wind. But as if challenging it, the Crimson Demon used both his claws and sword to fend it off.

With two powerful attacks colliding, the air once again exploded and burst with shockwaves.

The Voyagers gazed dumbstruck at the sight. The Diablos stopped their attacks as the mythical battle between two legendary beings occurred.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

“Rraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

The Sacred Knight and the Crimson Demon roared. The two fought and fought and fought without stopping. They battled as if there was no tomorrow. As if the world revolved around the two.

They wanted to kill each other. Not out of sole hatred. Not because of utter dislikes. Not because the Quest demanded them. Not because it was just a game.

It’s all because they must kill each other. To settle everything once and for all.

With a nightmarish howl and a swing of claws, the ground was cleaved. Creating fissures and sharp rocks as well as dirt to everywhere.

Unfazed by the incredulous pressure put by the Demon, the Knight charged forward while evading the fissures formed to destroy his Avatar body. Once a fissure nearly reached him, he quickly jumped up.

Then another fissure extended to stab him at the spot he wanted to land at. The Sacred Knight used his sword to slash down the obstacles to land on a flat footing. He brandished his sword with the sudden arrival of the demon who was right above him and thrusting down his razor claws down.

Metal collided with metal. Sparks danced in the air. Following the spectacle was a massive shockwave which pressed down the surrounding earth and blasted everyone nearby with violent gust of wind. The Knight and the Demon stared at the eyes from close proximity almost as if their foreheads would crash into each other. Their bloodlust was uncontrollable, and they demanded power to mow down their enemy.

The stalemate did not last long. Starting with the Demon who raised his other claws forward, and with the knight intently avoiding the attack which could grasp the heart of a mortal in easy thrust. Still, the gaps caused by him ensured the armored menace to swipe his foot and threw away the Knight into the wall.

The whole tunnel trembled. The dungeon shook as dirt and cracked stalagmites made descent into the path. Some misfortunate souls screeched with some using another for escape from the chaos. Even in the midst of it, the Demon watched at the figure leaping from smokes and dirt falling to him.

Sword was raised. Armors were destroyed and exposing the unguarded torso as the helm of the Knight cracked. The light of azure eye shone brightly inside it. A fierce expression untold of the usual complacent Knight stunned the demon for a little.

That became his mistake. The Crimson Demon tried to evade but was not fast enough to recover from his dazes. He let himself be slashed down by the Knight in tattered armors. A line of cracks traced over from his right shoulder down to his gut Dark red blood gushed out like an overflowing spring of water from his wound.

However… the Demon yielded never to pains or any distraction. His distraught was no longer. His maddening killing intent given form into lump of red magic power gathered in his claws. And he clenched them both.

“GWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

Savage roar was bestowed upon the battlefield. That roar which was angered. The howl of the brute who desired nothing but destruction and utter malice. The Final Boss of the subjugation Quest launched storms of killing blows.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

In contrast, an adamant will resisted the onslaught. He could never mind the all of the blows. He mustn’t allow himself to be distracted by the attacks which could never hit him. Therefore, the Knight pressed forward. He parried those which were fatal to him, and he moved forward while avoiding in the nick of times. Bits by bits he closed, and bits by bits he stepped closer to death.

Only when in shreds and rags, the Hero stood right in front of the demon.

Only when in madness and hatred, the Demon towered as an enemy.

The two did not even wait. The two did not even raise a signal to begin. All they did, was swinging their greatest weapons to ravage their opponent.

Immediately, a banging sound echoed. The fist and the sword grinded together, spitting fragments of ember added with ringing metal. The sword was glowing in brilliant white light, and the demonic fist was bursting with red aura. Then—a massive explosion engulfed the two.

Out of the ever rejecting power. Of a clash between black against white. With light facing darkness. They, destroyed each other. Subliming the counter-acting forces and rupturing like a balloon being blown exceeding its capacity.

The aftershock destroyed the already chaotic battlefield and turned everything to zero. But even in the plentiful twisted reality, a soul gazed in despair.

He knew the truth. He knew that this was not how it should have become. Both for the knight, and for the demon.

He who was closest to the truth knew that this wasn’t how it supposed to be. Everything… everything went wrong had he taken a different action.

The whole battlefield was cruel and gruesome. It was littered by many corpses and fighting knights against horde of Diablos—the harbingers of destruction from the depth of the Abyssal Gate. The objective of the Voyagers’ Quest to destroy for.

Even so, the endlessly pouring monsters as well as the appearance of the Crimson Demon were terribly unexpected. Combined with the arrogance of those who thought that they could accomplish an A-Rank Raid Quest, many lives from both the NPCs as well as Voyagers were lost.

Now the boundary between what was real and what was not disappeared. People fought for their lives. People escaped for their safety. But this place allowed nobody to leave for the Log Out and Respawn Point was set here.

Right in this battlefield. Voyagers would fight, die and reborn here until they accomplished their quest or failing it. A Loop Quest with the only option to escape only by giving it up or by standing atop the spires of the dead.

He was not related to the Quest. He was not a member of this Raid Party. And yet He was here. A lone Voyager who happened to be here out of mistaken fate.

He was here and he cowered as he felt blood draining from his body. A gaping wound opened in his chest and he could feel his life fading away. He had no items. He had no potions or anything to ease him from his deep wounds.

Everything had gone wrong. Everything had gone for the worse. Everything had slipped off his grasps. Just what was it that caused this? Just what had caused this nightmare to return back at him? Yuuya thought to himself as he regretted his past choices.

……As I thought…… Coming here was a mistake…… I should’ve just died……

To be continued!