“I’ll get us out of here Father…”

I have to hold back the tears to look strong in front of Father. Mother and Father have not talked to me like they did awhile ago…or was it yesterday?

We had a nice family dinner yesterday.

“Welcome to our small dojo!”

Father, Stop! Please guide me on what to do…Stop mentioning our dojo countless times!

Two men approached us and I heard a slap after I closed my eyes.

“Welcome to our small dojo!”

“Welcome to our small dojo!”

“Welcome to our small dojo!”

“Ayye shut up stupid NPC. I’m glad we’re shipping tons of them to get the empire walls done.”

I couldn’t move to hit them back. My hands and feet are tied together.

It’s even worse that Father says these things with a straight and smiling face while being hit.

Our fishing village was protected by a big lake as large as the sea my Father described.

After the fog entering our little dojo, Father and Mother fell to the floor. I felt sleepy and well slept.

We must be travelling through the lake right now. One man went away and the other kicked my gut before walking away.

“Where are we, Sam?”

Father has finally come back.

“The big lake, Father.”

“Where have they taken your Mother!?”

Father was right. I did not notice that Mother was not beside us…

“They said we’re building empire walls. The men who took us away. We must request help from the Five Kingdoms!”

“They will not help our small village son. We did nothing for them during the war.”

The movement stopped. I looked around a bit more and it seems we are on a ship but much smaller than the one in our dojo painting.

Father was helpless to mention the dojo again when a lot of men came over to walk us over the bridge.

“You work straight right away starting today! You will not get food or sleep. You are NPCs anyway.”

Everything was just so wrong. The man who gave us free bread everyday started stacking bricks beside a ruined wall. That's not his normal work...

I just cried hearing all our villagers mentioning their helplessness:

“Hello player, our shop offers weapons and tools!”

While working and getting whipped by the big men.

“Welcome to our small diner!”

The old cook was too slow and got thrown into a deep well. He could not work as fast as the others.

“Welcome to the Inn!”

“Welcome to the bathhouse!”

“Welcome to our village!”

“I am the village elder”

They kept mentioning the same things over and over while stacking the bricks. Some fell off the very top of the wall but stood right back up to continue.

“Finish the walls by midnight or you’re all getting beat up!”

A warrior scolded us when warriors should protect us…

A few more hours of work and my Father slowed down and so he had to be put down too.

I’m all alone now when I’m just a child…I’ve heard stories of our ancestors who left their dojo as a child and went on to become masters of the sword…

But today or maybe yesterday I left the dojo to become a ‘slave’ as the big men called it.

The walls were not finished by midnight and so everyone got a beating and I took a few gut punches. The next time we couldn’t finish, they said they would pour hot iron over us.

There was no time to mourn for Father or Mother,

I must survive? Why survive when I’m nothing right now…I haven’t completed any training.

I just kept thinking and thinking while my hands kept working.

“Look at this brat! What a hard worker! Are you expecting a reward young lad?”

They coiled ropes on each of my arms and pulled my arms away from the walls.

The big men were too strong. My stomach was louder than my will to place bricks. I couldn’t talk back as my throat was dry. How are the other villagers so strong…I’m just a weak boy.

“Go on work fast or you’ll end up like your fellow NPCs! Oh, now you’re kneeling down tired as hell when you showed us your ‘true’ potential?! Ha ha”

The big men kept laughing at me, I could hear it but it became less and less…loud. I felt a few kicks but I couldn’t feel the next ones.

Please throw me over the well already so I can be with Mother and Father.

The kicks stopped. I felt great? I stood up feeling some kind of energy I’ve never felt. I saw my white kimono glow green.

Another big man was grinning and towering over me…

The old man had long black hair and a straw hat. He had something on his shoulders that must mean he is a high ranking general in another culture or army. The winds blew his black cape. He wore a vest of some sort over a kimono like mine but black. Shiny gold and silver circles were on his vest.

Something just came over me to really focus on this old man and remember him and his figure and his blood red eyes as he took out two iron swords.

“Here’s a sword. Let’s fight.”

The grin grew wider and he’s so fast for someone who looks old.

"So you are the Champion of Game God? I'll demonstrate a little show so that you give up."

I barely grabbed the handle and it’s so heavy!

For a brief second I stood my ground holding the sword with both hands as we fought face to face but I was immediately disarmed and my back against the meadow. I can’t recall how, it’s all too fast. The old man clearly held back like my Father as he only used one hand…

I got stabbed by the other sword. I looked behind me and a well formed right before my eyes with the bricks crawling up to finish the work.

I looked up to the man who first defeated me…Father never dueled with me officially.

“Wish granted. The difference in our strength is extremely high. Never seek The Dark Lord again.”

My fall was longer than our short fight but I was brave enough to face the end of the deep well with my eyes open and face in front. A glowing purple object suddenly appeared before I fell.

“Sam where have you been it’s time for dinner, we were worried…You always worry us.”

Mother.

“Well the only thing worrying me is you clearly didn’t train today! Whole day training tomorrow! With plenty of food!”

Father.

I hugged them both.

They were both confused but I felt their arms around me.

“Yes Father I need lots of practice. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you both a while ago…”

“What do you mean, son? Ha ha I’m finally not a soldier. You don’t have to worry about taking up my place in the military anymore. We’re free.”

“We’re free?”

“I might be a woodcutter instead! The deep forest before the lake is good for cutting wood and training! There’s creatures around. You mature too fast for a 14 year old boy!”

Father ignored my question.

We’re not thinking of the same thing.

[Game God’s Perspective]

Yami spent too much time saving that boy when I only ordered him to destroy the empire. I’m glad he saved him though as I have bigger plans for the defeated young duelist. Yami dug his own grave with this rescue.

The Dark Lord floated over the player’s illegal empire. It was not glorious as any of the Five Kingdoms. Lazily built structures pissed off the Dark Lord more.

“According to game rules, slavery of NPCs is forbidden along with the abuse therefore of as lust and love are also forbidden. I saw what you did to female NPCs because you didn’t have the balls to ask a girl in real life. I have thought of the punishment befitting the walls that protect you cowards-”

“Please spare us! They’re just NPCs! They don’t have feelings! They're Nothing!!!”

“Silence! You're Nothing!”

The deafening and thunderous roar echoed throughout the small empire destroying the army that was initially approaching the Dark Lord.

“Now that you have nothing left to throw at me, I shall continue. First of all I'm going to take your leader's special skill of controlling NPCs.”

The Dark Lord toned down the powerful voice a bit. The men could not do anything knowing the level difference between the Dark Lord and each of them.

“F*cking read patch updates as NPCs have had feelings 50 years ago and even now. I’m going to send all of you to the World of Demons and blacklist you all from any other world to prevent teleportation. Since your bodies are dead, you will feel and suffer every bit that you inflicted on the NPCs as your in-game character.”

Yami’s eyes and hands glowed bright red and then faded away. Yami returned the remaining villagers to the small village of Mibetsu.

The fifty players and one player emperor arrived at the World of Demons with all of their levels reset to level 1 and with no armor or weapons, simply naked. Their unfinished empire walls and structures were also transported to the world but were ravaged by the Higher Demons.

The lowest level demon was level 50 and the rest were above.

They are constantly healed in order to be ripped apart by many kinds of grotesque-looking demons. The Demon Generals with handsome human-like figures did not bother to partake of the new torture toys. The heat of the hell prevents their tears from coming out. Only Game God knows how long the Dark Lord has set the punishment duration for.

It was set for a merciless eternity.

Yami and I discussed while we were floating above the torture.

“Team Unconquered wants the bounty on you as a game boss.”

“Then they can suffer the same fate.”