NPC into Player: Let's Wreck This Game

Chapter 127: Bernard

The war on forums was much more intense than Bloom imagined. Every second new posts would be added, and endless comments appeared on the old ones.

"This is a mess!" he muttered to himself.

"What should we do now?" Jeffrey suddenly asked, as he seemed fired up with all this, "should we level up again? These guys gained an easy level without doing anything!"

"You also didn't do anything, and they lost a level just hours ago," Nara seemed in a good mood as she teased him.

Bloom thought of staying here and leveled up. He glanced at the distance where the monsters were in smaller numbers. "We should go there and level up," he said to himself, yet he was doomed to be delayed!

"System alert! System alert! System alert! System alert!..."

Suddenly the system of the game went berserk! Bloom hurried to put his hands on his ears in a strange way. "What's wrong?" Nara asked.

"The system is sending me constant annoying alerts," he complained.

"This is a warning for someone trying to contact you from the outside," she said before speechlessly looking at him for a moment, "didn't you turn that buzzing thing off? It's really annoying!"

"I know, how can I turn it off?" he was very annoyed, and could hardly focus on anything!

If this happened just minutes ago; he would have been doomed!

"Just select the profile and choose settings and turn it off from there," she said like it was nothing.

"It's called the world's call. A stupid name I know," Jeffrey tried to help him more, and Bloom did as the two suggested.

And once he turned off this annoying alarm, a message calmly came to him.

"System alert: someone is asking you to get out of the game. The message says: It's urgent!"

"Sigh," he shook his head, 'you guys go without me, I will return to the village and get out there," he took out a ticket and used it to return to the village.

The moment he appeared there, he chose the log out option in the bottom of his vision. The next moment he felt like he just woke up from a good long dream.

"Yawn," the first thing he did after pushing the cover of the capsule open was to loudly stretch his arms and stand with such laziness.

"I advised you to train a lot, or else your body won't sustain this way of life," a thick voice came, attracting his attention.

It was a man in his late twentieth, giant physique and broad shoulders. Bloom had the feeling he would be able to stop a bullet bare chest!

He wore dark glasses, stretched tightly on his face, making his appearance look weird, especially with his caf-au lait skin color and very short hair on his big head.

"Antoan?" Bloom said in a questioning manner, as his memories about this man were vague.

"Yes, master. Sigh, these games!" Antoan shook his head before adding, "I still can't see why the entire world is obsessed with these."

Bloom didn't hurry to comment, as he stretched his body for a bit, trying to recall all the info he had about this giant man.

He was a guard appointed by his late father, Terry's father. Strangely enough, in Terry's father's will he stated clearly that this man was never to be moved from the side of his son.

This seemed "Suspicious," Bloom muttered to himself before again sizing up this capable bodyguard.

Other than a few encounters with Terry, Bloom didn't find any useful data about him. "Why did you awaken me?" he asked, trying to buy more time.

"Your guardian sent the man he selected to be your aid in the game," Antoan said, before pausing, "in my opinion, I'm glad you decided to let go the Titanic Revolut game and focus on the other one. But"

He paused again, and Bloom wasn't interested in all this hesitation as he gestured to him to continue. "But I think you better lie and keep your activities inside Eternal Glory secret."

The eyes of Bloom turned sharp in a moment before he returned to his carefree nature, trying to act like Terry. Caring for nothing, not listening to anyone, and always making unbelievable foolish decisions to attract attention; that was Terry's picture in Bloom's mind.

"Why do you say that?" Bloom felt something was off here, yet he acted like he didn't care. He was looking at himself in the mirror, examining his thin youth body.

"Those downstairs aren't easy at all," Antoan finally said, "I know how much you like your guardian a lot, trusting him with everything. But this time I strongly advise against exposing everything to them."

"Is he downstairs?"

"No, your uncle isn't there with them."

Bloom nodded. The guardian was the title given to his uncle by law to supervise over his belongings until he reached the appropriate age. Bloom wasn't interested in anything related to this world, so he decided to throw all these words behind his back and end this boring meeting fast. "Lead the way," he said and Antoan complied.

For him, Terry's problems weren't his own business. If his life was in danger then he would react. "And also her," he muttered to himself recalling Nara.

She was someone worth trying to get, especially if getting her was to reign supreme over the entire game world.

They went through the entire third floor, the highest in this big mansion. They met many servants, yet the presence of Antoan beside Bloom intimidated everyone!

He was such a scary and strict person, with an order to act on the slightest sign of doubt; he was really someone to be feared!

As Bloom descended the stairs, he saw three people waiting for him. Somehow one of them looked familiar, yet he didn't know why.

"Sorry to bother you without notice, sir," the three were youths, with the oldest of them being almost twenty in age. He was the one Bloom sat his gaze upon, feeling much puzzled. "No need to apologize, my uncle sent you?" Bloom said as he ignored the cursory greeting and avoided the stretched hand of that youth to sit on the middle seat in the middle hall.

The mansion was huge, yet it looked crowded with all these antiques and furniture. The youth didn't feel offended, or he didn't show his discontent quite well.

"The esteemed guardian sent me here to serve you in the Eternal Glory game," the youth said before pausing as if he was about to laugh and held his laughter back, "he told me you are playing in the Titanic Revolut. Is that correct?"

Bloom was annoyed with that sense of familiarity, and strangely hostility, radiating from this youth. "Isn't it rude to ask a question before properly identifying yourself?" Bloom decided to be aggressive and directly asked about his name!

"My bad," yet again this youth reacted with a smile, pure with no sign of dissatisfaction, "Me here and the two of my associates here were selected by your guardian. A lot applied to serve you in the game, yet only the three of us managed to cross all the tests. And you can call me Bernard."

Bloom wasn't yet satisfied, "have you started playing in the game yet?" he said.

"Sure, I and my two associates started off since the early hours in the game, and now we are level ten."

Bloom knew this wasn't considered bad. "Is this a good or bad progress in the game?" he said, feigning ignorance.

"It's considered good, except for our bumpy start, we should have been level twelve by now," Bernard said.

"What happened? Quest?"

"It's a quest, a legendary quest that was stolen from the hands of our boss," one of the two henchmen seemed not to tolerate his anger, "an arrogant dude called Bloom attacked our boss and killed him a couple of times."

Bloom's heart bounded in his chest violently, yet he perfectly controlled his emotions. "Bloom? Strange name, is he a strong player?"

"No, he is just damn lucky," Bernard said before shaking his head, feigning regret, "I was the one who helped him first in the game. Without me, he wouldn't reach what he achieved right now. Just search for his name and see; all what he had was thanks to me."

"He backstabbed our boss!"

"He is a snake, a sly person that knows no honor or shame!"

"Screw you fools, Bloom is sitting right in front of you!" Bloom inwardly smirked before saying:

"Alright, just leave you three names to my butler, and I hope you can work your best for me," he stood from his seat, ending the meeting in such a way, "as you know, I only play Titanic Revolut and have no intention to play that losers' game; no offense."

"None taken," Bernard smiled as he stood up. He stretched his hand again and Bloom just left him and moved to the stairs.

"Antoan, take their names and hurry," he shouted before climbing the stairs.

And his mind; his entire soul was now stirred up!