In a silent afternoon in the game of Dark World VR, a dense forest brimming with life, from deers roaming about and fireflies that turn the darkness of the forest into a lively place as the perfect moon looks down upon it from above, with a calm wind, and the sleep-inducing sounds of the peaceful forestry, a whirlwind sound is heard. The tall trees of the forest suddenly rustled and its sleep disturbed by sounds of souless machinery.

An MH-60M Blackhawk transport helicopter with no lights flies over the trees, meters from its tips. The roaring sounds of the engines and rotors overwhelm the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the forest. The deers scatter as the flying metal bird soullessly reaches its destination.

There lies a battlefield, deep within this forest, where a large battle occurred previously between two armies, NPC or Player controlled, no one knows. Heaps of leftover swords, shields and dead horses litter a burned part of the forest creating a space for the chopper to land.

The helicopter gently touches down in the scarred part of the forest, where the smell of death and horrors of the fight between the players still linger.

As they exit out tactically, securing a Three-Sixty Degree perimeter around the Blackhawk, the Black Ops squad leader gestures with his two fingers, pointing forward twice.

A human exits the helicopter in an all-black suit, fedora and trench coat. With a stoic posture, he walks into the middle of the battlefield with the soldiers protecting him, scanning their surroundings and checking for enemies. Suddenly, the man in the suit stops and with two fingers pointing forward, he makes a small cross. This opens his Player Options, a holographic tab that shows his Player Stat, Inventory, Friends, Guild and Companions. He presses the Friends tab in-game and messages a man named "Sovietsty_Blyat" and types

"PilotMan: Where are you? The area is clear."

And a reply immediately pops

"Sovietsty_Blyat: Wait, wait, wait, this is our first time on the American server. You guys have lands as open as our Urals."

Out in the distance, another sound of rotors vibrates through the luscious forestry, a heavy rotorcraft is flying on about, till it finally finds the former battlefield. A Russian Mi-8MT Hip Medium Lift Transport Helicopter appears, flying low and near the treetop to avoid detection. It lands quickly on the battlefield and a man wearing Spetsnaz Uniform exits. He scans around the area as a Five-man fire team of Skeleton soldiers in Spetsnaz uniform, armed with the new age Kalashnikovs tactically exits the helicopter, performing a thorough robotic perimeter check, securing Three-Sixty perimeter of the helicopter's vicinity. PilotMan then messaged him.

"PilotMan: Good, you're here. Let's talk through Voice Chat."

They both walk to one another, navigating through leftover swords, shields, spears and lancers. A pop up appears on top of the weapons as they navigate over them, each of them having levels above thirty with different kinds of effects and magical status. As they approach one another, their skeletal soldiers follow, aiming their guns at each other with lifeless intent.

The man in the suit speaks first, the man speaks in English, but based on his tone and language, it's not his first.

"The briefcase, I guess Project Sun is successful?"

Sovietsty_Blyat looks at PilotMan with happiness, he removes his cap and puts it under his arm, showing blonde hair, brown eyes, sharp nose and pale skin. He speaks with an obvious Slavic accent, though it's clear he has been speaking English as much as PilotMan.

"Yes! We're all very happy with it! It exploded just the way we wanted it to be! This is going to be an amazing grand finale!"

PilotMan removes his black fedora, revealing jet black hair, parted 1/3 to the left, Asian eyes and face and brown eyes. He has a look of a Corporate goon, with the objective on his mind and results in his hands.

"Heh, I can't believe we're actually doing this. This is absolutely bat shit insane to the point even I question it myself."

"It's either this or we go back to being hunted by the NPC Kingdoms and the high-level player's comrade. We'll show them what we're made of."

"Yea, that was not great at all. This game was meant to be explored. If they don't want us bringing modern weaponry into this game, then they better be ready for a fight."

"We meet again, are you ready? I can assure you we'll have the last laugh."

"да, together, we'll all have the last laugh.

Sovietsty_Blyat reaches for his uniforms inner pockets and unlocks the cuffs and reaches his arm out with the Briefcase

"To a bright future comrade."

PilotMan just smirks and takes the briefcase and cuffs it to his wrist and the key is given to him.

Sovietsty_Blyat puts his Cap back on

"Let's have fun with this little business venture we're about to start."

He smirks and turns back to the Russian helicopter and starts walking back to it with a victorious smile to himself. His Skeletal Spetsnaz soldiers start retreating, facing still pointing their all metal Kalashnikovs at their American counterparts PilotMan brought with him while they walk backwards, trampling on the equipment littered all over the battlefield they stood upon.

PilotMan does the same and his Black Ops soldiers take turns in Bounding. Retreating, one point, one retreats, stops retreating, looks at the enemy, while another retreats. This is constantly repeated till the two has entered their aircrafts.

Both the helicopters pour torque in their engines, roaring like metallic beasts within the forest, even in a distant farm, two players, a Swordsman with basic steel chest plate and a helmet that resembles Roman Legionnaires and are talking to a farmer NPC and they hear audible sounds of the rotors, deep in the forest to their left.

"Player 1: Aisha, you hear that?"

"Player 2: Hm? No... Wait, I do."

The two give a distant look into the dark forest next to the farm.

The two helicopters take off, taking to the skies as they fly off opposite of each other's direction.

PilotMan opens his player tab once again and contacts a player named "MustardLovingBarrel"

"PilotMan: Yo, John, I got the briefcase."

The person accepts and a voice with a very upbeat and positive tone responds.

"MustardLovingBarrel: Noice. Just wait a bit Paul, land at the Airbase, we have a C-5M Super Galaxy still waiting in for ATC to give permission to land at Runway 16."

"PilotMan: Yea, no probs. It's gonna be long till we get there anyways."

"MustardLovingBarrel: Yep, have a good one bud."

"PilotMan: Hm."

The call ends and the MH-60M Blackhawk transport helicopter flies into the darkness of the night.

After what could be 40 to 50 minutes of nonstop flying in a straight flight path, the terrain slowly changes from flat - hilly - mountainous. It got so bad the helicopter had to start swerving like a fighter jet as it navigates through the dangerous terrain where Red and Brown Dragons, Armored Troglodytes, high level Orcs, and Demonic beasts roam. The four skeleton flight crew of the helicopter is lifeless as the beasts of the game roam below and above them, and the two Pilots maneuver the helicopter as if it's part of their body. Performing yaws and swings like they've done it hundreds of times. Far away from any NPC or player-led settlement or base, the Blackhawk gets a transmission from the airbase.

"Eldwood Air Traffic Control to Transport 1. You're cleared to land at Ramp Bravo."

The lifeless skeletal Pilots turn on the helicopter's Navigation and Collision lights as it approaches the airbase over the mountain.

As the Blackhawk goes over the tip of the mountain, a massive 5,000 Hectare Airbase is revealed. It outshines the lonely blue of the Moon, buzzling with Skeleton soldiers wearing United States Army and Air Force uniforms. C-130s and C-17s cargo planes are perfectly aligned in the two large open tarmacs. Modern military vehicles of all sizes, from Humvees to 5 Ton trucks constantly move around the base like blood cells, giving life to the large base, Transport trucks exit the base with only their headlights illuminating their path into the dark forest outside the base. F-16 Fighting Falcon Multirole Fighter Jets take off from the active Runway 34.

The chopper approaches the cargo ramp where the Humvees and M939 Transport truck await to collect the skeleton soldiers he took with him, the MH-60M gently lands and the passenger doors immediately slide open. Paul exits first and heads over to the Hangar where John awaits him in skeleton form.

The large cargo hangar has a C-5M Super Galaxy cargo plane in it with its back ramp open, being loaded with AH-64D Apaches and numerous Skeleton soldiers performing preflight on the aircraft. MustardLovingBarrel is standing at the gigantic nose of the aircraft, looking at the magnificence of the flying machine. PilotMan casually walks up to him, calling him out.

"Yo John, is this the C-5? Or is it another one?"

"It's another one that's about to land Paul. This one is transporting some Apaches for the upcoming battle."

"PilotMan(Paul): Alright, but these handcuffs are really annoying me."

"MustardLovingBarrel(John): Just stay with it for now, some F-16s are being scrambled. Radar detected some Ancient Red Dragons just ascended from the mountains. We can't have those beasts flying around when we're having transport planes land and take off."

"So that's why. I saw those F-16s take off as the Blackhawk approaches the airbase."

"Also, what do you think of the look? This here is the General Uniform of the United States Army. Pretty lit eh?"

"It totally doesn't suit your voice though, way too friendly."

"But man, look at how badass I look. A Skeleton wearing US Army General Service Uniform."

"True, you look like you came straight out of a death metal album cover."

"Hell yea, what about you? Why are you still in human form?"

"I'll transform later. I don't like switching from one and another, it's a hassle."

"Alright, alright. But you better get used to it. We'll have to hide our characters' identities as much as we can."

"I know. Don't worry."

As the two chatted on, Air Traffic Control gave a clear for the C-5M Super Galaxy to land at Runway 34 and head to the cargo ramp. The heavy cargo plane slowly appears in the distance, a massive silhouette of the largest aircraft in the United States Air Force inventory, the gigantic metal bird slowly descends and makes contact with the runway. As the aircraft starts slowing down, its massive size can be seen from afar, it towers over the smaller cargo planes parked on the tarmac. After slowing down enough, it heads straight into the cargo ramp of the airbase. With the big aircraft looming over everything in its path, Tanker trucks immediately rush to the cargo plane for immediate refueling, and skeleton soldiers in combat uniform start inspecting the aircraft's exterior for damage. It's crew door opens and the C-5M Super Galaxy's lifeless skeletal operators exit and start helping in preparing it for take-off once again.

"Looks like she's here. You got the key?"

"Yep."

Paul takes the key from his jacket pocket and uncuffs himself.

"Alright, here's to hoping this gets delivered to the abandoned city."

"It will, the two massive player Kingdoms are having a battle there. No way they'd notice a small team of operatives sneaking into the heart of it."

"Here goes nothing I guess."

Paul walks to the C-5M Super Galaxy, he looks up to its cockpit and down to the Crew Chief. The Crew Chief immediately salutes to him.

"At ease."

The lifeless skeletal man puts his right arm down in a snappy fashion.

"Here's the briefcase, you know your orders. Keep it safe and give it to Elixor. He'll do the rest."

The Crew Chief takes the Silver Briefcase and makes one last salute and heads into the large cargo plane.

Paul's eyes light up as he thought of stuff he had to do before going to war

"-Well that does that. Better head back to the village and complete the quests I took and prepare for battle.-"

Paul fixes his suit. He'd adjust his tie, swipe his jacket with his hands. After cleaning himself, he walks off into a Humvee Waiting to transport him to the airbase's Northern Exit.

The C-5M Super Galaxy slowly gets towed into the taxiway that leads into the Runway after getting refueled and cleared for take-off. The aircraft slowly rumbles its way into the Runway from the Taxi, a massive aircraft no beast or creature can compete in terms of weight and length puts half the airbase to silence as its four massive engines roar into life and the Pilots start giving it some more throttle. After a few seconds, the Skeletal Pilots release the landing gear brakes and the massive cargo plane lumbers its way down the runway and takes off, nearly taking up the entire length of the runway.

In the Abandoned City, two medieval armies fight in a massive costly war. Players constantly respawning and dying over brutal sword fights and calvary attacks. The city is reminiscent of a modern era infrastructure once a sprawling Haven for players tired of the game's brutality, now a battlefield over the control of its derelict ports. The two player-led armies, the Kingdom of Breznick, a Kingdom built on Knighthood, have reported having over a million inhabitants in their lands they conquered, owned, and control, powering their military with an overabundance of equipment and magic items, they lead with old age Monarchy while the Kingdom of Libertus has a more modern Republic system in place, akin to the modern United States, they have just as the same amount of citizens and the same level of power with Breznick, their difference only seen with their Knights, as Breznick touts their Knights power and luxury while Libertus has better equipped common soldiers but their Knights are sometimes treated the same as a common troop.

Both Kingdoms are notorious for owning a large part of the North American Map, even having the capability to stand toe to toe with one of the super powerful NPC-led Kingdoms like the Imperial Kingdom of Jude, a Holy Kingdom built on Knighthood and Religion. Home of the game's main hero, Derrick the Great.

As the war continues, both sides, with Breznick coming from the North and controlling a portion of the Port, and Libertus from the South having total control of the Airport and using it as their main headquarters, have not had any sort of progress in the second week of warfare. The only use of the derelict airport was a place to keep their Dragon army and housing for the player and NPC soldiers. The same could be said with the Kingdom of Breznick, as the Port has been long emptied, spaces once used by players for container transport have been left open and now used as space for their own Dragon army.

On the side of Breznick, in the old derelict Airport that once ferried players from one Global Server to another, a Knight Player with the character name of "Lord Elizabeth the Sword Saint" and player name "ElizadeathMotherf" carries on her daily duty of leading the Honour Guard of King Breznick, A Blue Eyed European Beauty with Blonde hair with a Golden Knight Armor that fits her body shape and it shines even from afar, she's known for being a ruthless field commander with a talent in sword fighting and knowledge in Medieval warfare.

She enters a large tent located in a worn aircraft hangar that once stored the giant airliners used by the airport, now empty and overgrown plants live, the large tent was littered with Maps, a decorated commanding Knight and 4 Generals are talking and arguing on how to break the tie between the two armies. The noise could be heard outside of the tent. Out of all the people inside it, one of them stands out, from a war room full of players with human characters, a tall Elven Knight player wearing a gleaming Silver armor is seen in the middle of the arguing players. He has jet black hair that reaches at the length of his shoulders with beautiful blue eyes and a well-built European face. He has the player name "ElvenBroThomas12". The 4 Generals and the Knight Commander are leaned over the table, in conversation on how to break the tie between the two armies.

General "ShamelessBeerlot" speaks with a loud commanding voice.

"What if we try the sewers?"

A Knight Commander with the name "MotorideKiller" then replies calmly.

"We don't even know what's in there."

Another General with the name "DebrisEaterMe".

"Then why not try to flank them from the ocean? We have hundreds of ships!"

The Knight Commander once again replies.

" No, that Port might be armed with modern weaponry previously left by the people that lived in this city, that's a big risk we can't take."

General Beerlot once again tries to recommend a way, however, there was annoyance in his tone.

"How about we lead a night attack and cut their escapes and then trap them? This is a big city after all."

The Knight Commander once again replied calmly.

"Exactly why we can't just do that. This is a big city, it has many routes and passages."

Elizabeth approaches the table and her first step already catches everyone's eyes in the room. She walks with great elegance even in her armor and speaks with respect and power.

"Can we all be silent for a moment and actually start thinking about a method to break through them rather than arguing? We're all adults here."

Her low tone female voice commands and demands respect instantly, it silences everyone in the war room and one General by the name of "CaptchaRobotico" raises his hand.

"Lady Elizabeth, you finally came back. May I ask where have you been these past days?"

"I've been in the front with the Honour Guards. These past days were absolute Hell for us. The Knights of Sir Rombart has had us in a tight choke."

Robotic wasn't happy with her, knowing how she operates.

"Ah I see, so you finally realized you can't just solo your way into this one and finally came here to talk."

"I've left my old Solo days, now about the draw that's currently happening...

An adult Elf with long and sharp ears interrupts with his calming voice.

"May I recommend a tactic? What if we try to concentrate our efforts in one of their defenses? They've left the Western side of the city largely undefended."

One of the Generals with the name "SpectralEye" raises his hand

"I could see that Thomas, Lady Elizabeth, what do you think?"

The beautiful Sword Saint thinks about it and notices a big problem immediately

"Unless we have the extra troops, this could be possible. But this isn't an easy walk."

She breathes in and starts explaining with a sharp look in her eyes.

"They left that lightly defended since they know that they can reinforce it if an attack comes. It's simply a bait, there should be a cavalry or a large amount of reserves waiting behind the lines."

The Elven Knight then raises his right hand politely. The beautiful Knight lets him speak

"Then what if we cut off their reserves? It might be possible with you and me and our Nights together."

Elizabeth then thinks about it deeply and looks at the direction of Robotico

"Anthious, do you have the men to spare for this attack?"

CaptchaRobotico thinks about it, and leans into the table. Breathing in and out deeply.

"Yea, I can. I have some extra players here, and near the old Bus Terminal. I'm sure they're bored out of their minds. I could spare them to help you and the Elf."

Elizabeth smiles and with confidence, she lifts her right arm and points her hand at the Elven Knight.

"Sir Anthony of the Elven Kingdom of Keyneth, may you see this as a test of the alliance that we have built upon war."

What formerly stood as the airport's massive parking lot is now used as a staging area for soldiers gathering in an operation or attack.

One of the player soldiers, a Level 15 with the player name "BlackOps204" is talking to a Level 21 player soldier with the name "LensFlare2Ey" outside of a Tent. Black Ops was sitting on an empty Crate and Lens was learning on the tent's door.

BlackOps204 mumbles to the other player as he removes his Level 12 Breznick Legionnaire Helmet.

BlackOps204 looks at LensFlare2Ey and speaks with a young male voice.

"Have you heard of this place? They say it used to be a Haven for low levels like us."

LensFlare2Ey replies with a more mature tone of a young adult.

"Mhm. Now look at it, abandoned and falling apart. If only I played a few months back. I might've seen this city still active and was there when it fell."

"What makes me think is how this place fell. I heard it had the protection of a modern army. No way could Kingdoms with a Medieval army destroy a place like this. Let alone get near it."

LensFlare2Ey looks down on the sitting BlackOps204.

"See, that's the thing. No one knows what happened here. Everyone just left the place and people who formerly lived here just said that it wasn't worth it."

"You met people who used to live here?"

"Yea man, they wouldn't tell me any details. Just kept saying that it wasn't worth it or something along those lines."

"Could it be that some of the Kingdoms used Guerrilla warfare like how they did with those three clans that tried to show off their modern arms?"

"No idea. This place still baffles everyone. Even to its construction, nobody expected it to be a modern city. Everyone thought it was gonna be a Neutral Kingdom with medieval architecture."

BlackOps204 looks down on his Helmet that he holds with his two hands, deep in thought.

"Something doesn't feel right. This place and its purpose is still a great mystery to us all. If it's truly meant to be a place where we can rest, how come everybody just left and went on with their lives in the Dark World?"

"Don't think, just fight. C'mon man. Don't let this cloud you. We still have a long way to go to get that sweet Legend Prestige."

"Dude, we've been playing for two weeks now. Do you seriously think it'll be that easy? Even our Generals are only Level 140. That's only Hero Prestige."

"Gotta believe in magic as they say. You know those two Legends? The Swords woman and that Elven Knight?"

BlackOps204 looks up to LensFlare2Ey with curiosity.

"Yea, what about them?"

LensFlare2Ey smirks and crosses his arms.

"I've heard those two have been playing this game day and night. It's crazy but I think those two are so into it, they can't even distinguish life outside this VR game and actually being in here."

BlackOps204 replies with an even happier tone.

"Ahahahah, With their levels and equipment? You must have no life or job to be able to achieve those."

"Yea, and I've heard that Swordswoman was actually Solo before. Geez, that's a lot of time in your hands."

"Mhm. Not like us with 9 to 5 jobs."

A whistle interrupts the two's conversation and soldiers run outside of their tents, heading to the Parking Lot. There, they fall in line. 3 Formations of 200 soldiers each. Weapons ready, and they stood at ease looking proud and mighty. 2 more Formations formed behind them, all on Horseback. One was full of Elven Knights, all well above Level 90 and 100. Clad in shining Silver Armor and another one was full of Breznick's Honour Guards with Elizabeth leading the formation. Clad in sparkling Gold and Silver, their presence could be seen miles away. As if they could redirect the Sun's glare if they gobbled up together, their competence inspires the grunts that look at the beautiful formation.