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[center] Inn[/center]
[center] 626 → 620 [/center]
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Walked inside the inn, Paralyze let out a heavy sigh. His steps were heavy as he slowly approached a stool next to Fortuna, one of his comrade. They have spent maybe 2 days to clear a small dungeon along with Sam the Tinker, Polak the Trainer and TrueLove the Marauder. A smirk appears on Paralyze's tired face as he try to remember about TrueLove and found out that he knew nothing about that guy. No number. No real name. No nothing. The guy just straight up getting killed after the group approach the small dungeon. And his body just disappear out of the plane of existence. Although Paralyze could swear that this seems to violate some law of Physics, the true nature of this game reveals itself very clear with that guy “removal." 

Handing the Inn owner the money for his food, Paralyze smile. Although he did not felt any burden or regret using the money that involves his comrade blood, the thought of how this simulation work just like the same old real work surprised him. It surprised him that tomorrow he will have to wake up, performing quest, receiving the paycheck, and to spend it to complete another quest. How complex could this become as the players further their level? Would some choose to sell their bodies as a mean to earn a living? Would they decide to stay here forever due to their fear of death? The possibilities and variations seem endless as Paralyze continue to think. 

While thinking, Paralyze constantly filled himself with the chips and fish that he just bought. Sometimes, he drank the cool fresh and clean jug of water that placed beside him. And when there was nothing on his plate or in his cup, Paralyze just stared at the empty dish that lay before him. The Inn was loud and filled with cheered. Some sighed and some cries while trying to fill their sadness with these cheap alcohol. But Paralyzed could not spend attention to any of those rubbish, he is too busy thinking about the future.