Varren awoke to a consistent pinging sound, repeating in his eardrums. He yelled out of surprise and tried to lean towards the menu, to silence the notifcation. In his tired state, he easily lost his balance and the forward momentum of his arm was too much to counteract, kinetic energy forced him off of the bed, and face first into the floor. He was able to prevent himself from faceplanting into the wood by propping himself with his arm, though the rest of his body was already in motion, causing his side to slam into the boards instead. The boy let out a groan of anger, even though he was unable to feel pain, it was mostly instinct at hand. After letting out a side, the swordsman rose and silenced the alarm, which then displayed a message. Varren let out a yawn and focused his eyes on the note, quickly skimming through the holographic text.

[b]”Hello, Mr. Varren! I’ve caught word that you’re an excellent tailor, and can sew masterpieces! My leather armor needs some repair after a run in with some oversized ants, could you please offer me your services? I’ll pay good money, I’ll give you the coordinates to my house on the fourteenth floor.
From,
CoMa”[/b]

Varren closed the message and pondered whether he should take up the job or not. Repairing leather armor was something that could be done at the local tailor, but using the NPCs had a higher chance of breaking the item. Perhaps “CoMa” wanted it to be improved after it was fully repaired, he decided to take up the offer. He threw on a pair of dark pants, and a black sweater, much like the ones in the real world. He had customized a jacket he found and tried to make it as similar as possible. It acted as a tie to the life Yinyues used to live, a more peaceful and calming life, which he floated through with ease. With only intentions of playing the game as a pastime, as long as the boy kept up good grades in school, it would be an acceptable hobby. Though, his aspirations bit him in the rear and trapped him within the world of Aincrad, forcing him to fight for his life. He smoothed out his relatively long brown hair and draped a scarf around his neck, then slipped on gloves of the same color scheme as the rest of his clothing. With that, he grabbed his sheathed blade and departed for the floor.

[b]LATER:[/b]

Varren loosened the scarf resting on his neck and proceeded through the forest, using his sword to move the underbrush out of his path. Though throughout his walk, he hadn’t encountered a single mob, due to the fact he was almost twice the level of most of the monsters which resided on the floor. Even though the were AI, they were still programmed to value their lives and not attack those who were of a higher level. “Damn, I hate all of these trees. It’d be nice if I had a shield to just charge through with.” He grimaced as he glanced down at his map, noticing the distance between his destination and himself. Varren let out a high and proceeded on his route, letting time silently slip by. After a few minutes, the player heard some rustling behind him, he spun around and readied his blade, both of his hands clutching the hilt. Through the trees bursted an overgrown beetle, its HP bar and level appeared on Varren’s screen. [i]”Level 16, notably high level mob for this floor.”[/i] He thought to himself, his eyes squinted as he mouthed the name of the monster; [i]Crowned Goliath[/i]. 

 It most definitely did not sound like a common monster, but it wasn’t registering as a boss. Yinyues narrowed it down to an elite class entity, a rank just below boss level. To him, it was like taking out the trash. He activated a basic sword skill which propelled him towards the insect, Varren quickly jabbed one of its legs four time in succinct motions. The bug let a cry of pain and realed back, a common movement these types of monsters made. It was an attempt for the creature to show its everlasting dominance over its opponent, though the boy didn’t intend to let the chance slide. He charged the beast and raised his sword in an upwards motion, sinking the sharp tip into the exoskeleton. The bug ceased to move after a few moments and blew up into fractured polygons of light. Varren let out a sigh of relief, closing down the pop-up, knowing the contents were of no use to him. “Damn, that was a little tiring. Perhaps I’ll head back to town for a cup of tea or coffee.” He stretched out and walked through the forest, heading towards his destination. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen any players yet. I would imagine at least somebody would be around here grinding for experience.” With a shrug, he patted down his hair and held his sword with one hand, just in the case he would need to use it soon.