Chapter 1 - The Coming Of king, Part 1

In a lonely house, there was a young adult, approximately 25 years old, his hair was messy, his physique was deplorable and under his eyes there were deep and marked dark circles.

While slowly the last lights of the sun illuminated the place and the darkness of the night took over the atmosphere, the young adult simply kept staring at the screen of his computer.

He was a staunch fan of RPGs or Role Play Games, more specifically traditional dice RPGs.

Some time ago, he and a group of friends began the tradition of connecting via the internet and through an online role-playing page to play different games.

But that was so much time ago.

Things had changed since then.

Slowly the players were leaving the games.

You might think that this is the normal course of life, to change and leave things behind.

But…

What if your life were RPGs?

How would you feel when you discover that what you value most dies?

Anyone would plunge into depression; slowly falling into an abyss of melancholy and resentment.

In a last attempt to revive what he longed for so much, the young man decided to create a new campaign with incredible details, but this was simply the last signs of a dying man.

He had sent messages to all of them, the game was ready, he had each of the possible dialogues ready, the only thing missing was the arrival of the players.

The only thing missing was for his friends to arrive.

Right now he was waiting.

He was waiting for them to connect, for his friends to arrive, to unite to start the new game ... this was his last hope, his last hope to go back to the old days ... the old times that he cherished so much in deep in your heart.

He knew that if this didn't work, there would be no more role-playing games, he knew it would be the end of everything.

His parents had long died in a car accident, it was approximately at that time that he met the hobby of role-playing games, perhaps he took refuge in these to avoid the cruel reality.

He had no close relatives, his grandparents had died of old age and by isolating himself through RPGs, he slowly lost contact with the rest of his relatives.

He was truly alone in this world, his only bond with it was the good memories of him with his friends.

He waited and waited ...

The hours passed ...

And nobody came ...

As his room slowly plunged into darkness and his being lost hope, something interesting happened.

The following message appeared on his computer screen “Domino. has joined the game "

It was the arrival of one of his friends.

He immediately wrote the following message in the chat "hello Domino, good to see you, can you enter the voice channel?"

After a few minutes, Domino replied "Yes, why not, it will be for the best."

"YES" he celebrated, quickly reached for his headphones and activated the microphone.

"Can you hear me Domino?" he asked.

"Yes, I hear you" immediately came the answer.

“Wow, it's been a really long time, Domino. He was beginning to think that no one would come. "

"Yes…. It's been a while since we last spoke. ”Domino's voice was the voice of a person in his early thirties, but in this there was no trace of what could be called vigor, enthusiasm, or youth.

"This is the first time since you changed jobs in real life, so how long has it been? ... two years maybe more?"

"Ah…. Yes, I think it's true. Wow… It's been a while since then… it seems like my sense of time isn't working… lately I've been doing extra shifts every night. ”

"Domino, if I can ask, are you okay?"

"Physically? I'm a mess. Not enough to visit the doctor, but only narrowly. I really want to drop everything. However, I have to earn money to make ends meet, there is no other option, it doesn't matter if they treat me like a slave. "

"Oh…." Tilting his head back, he made an irritated gesture, of course, it was a voice chat for which Domino would be unable to see his bitter expression.

"Actually, I'm barely able to bear it." Domino's melancholy voice, charged with an incredible sense of reality, came straight at him as if it were some kind of attack on his conscience.

His complaints regarding work in the real world increased further.

Stories about incompetent colleagues, plans that were completely changed overnight, criticism from superiors for not achieving their goals, days of sleepless nights due to accumulation of work, weight gain due to their ruined biorhythm, the increasing number of medications with each passing day.

Eventually, the conversation turned one-sided as Domino's complaints flowed out like a dam had broken.

There are many people who avoid talking about reality during RPGs. That feeling of not wanting to drag the real world into the role-playing session was understandable. But he knew that stopping him would be rude of him.

After a few moments, Domino's words of complaint stopped “… Excuse me. I don't have many opportunities to vent. "

To prevent the depressing atmosphere from growing, his reply came quickly “Okay, Domino. I'm the one who asked you to come, even when you were tired. "

Compared to before, a weak laugh with a little more enthusiasm was heard from Domino.

"Thank you. I am happy to have connected and to have spoken again. "

"I'm glad, I also liked talking to you, about the Domino game…."

"Sorry, I won't be able to participate, actually I just logged in to tell you not to participate."

"Oohh ... Yes, it's understandable, no problem."

"Excuse me again."

While staring at his monitor, he observed the image of Domino's user, it was a dragon with a humanoid form, while observing the image, he sighed softly to hide the emotions that had arisen in him.

"I really want to participate, but I am exhausted."

"You must be exhausted. Please disconnect and rest a bit."

"Thanks for the advice Dungeon Master, by the way what will you do?"

“I am planning to stay online for a few more hours. There is still time ... who knows, maybe someone else could connect. "

"So that's what you'll do ... frankly, I didn't expect you to continue running games, it was a nice surprise, thanks for not changing."

In this kind of moment, it was really nice that they weren't talking via video call. Because if they were, Cheo could have seen his gesture with the naked eye. He immediately closed his mouth to stop his sudden emotions, because they would be evident in his voice.

Immediately dry the slight tears that had arisen, Cheo's words had reached directly to his heart.

He had kept the tradition of getting together to talk alive, so it was natural for him to feel overwhelmed with indescribable feelings when hearing words like the ones one of his greatest friends had just said.

“As the Dungeon Master, you have done your best in an attempt to bring us all together again. Thanks for that."

"It is the duty of the Dungeon Master to give his utmost effort in his games."

"It was thanks to your presence that we were able to enjoy these RPGs to the fullest ... Next time we meet, it would be nice if we had some coffee."

"Yes, that would be good, lately I don't go out much of the house, although I doubt very much that we can, we are in different countries."

“Mmm… Right…. So, aahh ... I'm feeling really tired ... So I'll log out ... I'm glad I talked to you again. "

"..." For a moment, he was unable to answer; however, he spoke his final words immediately.

“I had a good time too. Thank you so much for everything."

A smiley emoticon appeared in the text chat. He did the same as his friend and selected the same emoticon.

Then, Cheo's final words were heard.

"See you later friend" and with that the only player who showed up, disconnected.