Rioneed: VRMMORPG

Ibro was about to ask but he heard a familiar voice protesting:

"Why me? That weak boy will be a burden to my legion. I don't trust him either."

Ibro turned and looked at her. She was really cute without her spear.

"This is my command and you will obey it. He will be very useful to you."

"But father…"

"Here is not home! I'm not your father here. Go and execute my order captain."

She was the supreme commander daughter. Ibro looked strangely to that man.

He was sure that he had guessed his true identity. If another man was in his place, he wouldn't trust him to his daughter but he would deliver him to his enemies.

Ibro felt appreciated towards that man. In half an hour, Ibro left that place to a very luxurious lively huge city. he was walking behind that girl who didn't get over her anger from her father's decision yet.

Every now and then she gave Ibro a very hateful look. Ibro didn't know why this girl hated him so much. If he knew the reason he would laugh. She had once a boyfriend who used her to get stronger and reach higher position.

When he secured his position he dumped her. From then she hated every man especially the weak ones. When Ibro walked in that bustling city streets he felt as if he returned home.

That city was like the cities in his game. But he knew he wasn't in the game anymore. Ibro's decision wasn't on impulse. When he heard that supreme commander confirmation about the absence of this man from this universe, he felt relieved.

That man surely wasn't keeping an eye on here. He might be planning everything from his location away from here. That meant he had many associates like the one who tried to assassinate Ibro before.

One of his backhands must have noticed Ibro and tried to stir things up here to kill him. What Ibro didn't understand was the strategy of this pawn. Would he try to use force to make people here deliver him?

Or they intended to destroy this empire? From what he saw when he was walking in this city streets that this empire is very strong. He felt suspicious about that man's motive.

Did he intend to assassinate him during the chaos of war? That was the reasonable answer he could reach. Ibro kept moving forward till he reached some sort of wide plains.

Every army that entered here disappeared at once. He concluded it was some sort of distant teleportation. He also noticed how organized they were.

Every battalion moved into that teleportation area then another battalion would follow. There was no chaos at all. He noticed they were really excited about this war.

There was no nervousness at their faces at all. That was weird as Ibro thought they might be nervous. This war wasn't a well-planned war but a forced one. When the time came to their battalion to move, Amira looked to all of her soldiers including Ibro and said in a very loud voice:

"Our Empire is threatened by those Defarot weaklings. Let's show them how different we are from Hilonarians."

Ibro felt her words were targeting him but he didn't care. He was curious about this nation's style of war. When he entered that teleportation area he felt a familiar pulling force that moved him in a very high speed.

He landed miserably on the ground. That made him remember the way he landed when Dronil was responsible for moving him from place to place.

When he stood up he noticed the mockery in the eyes of those around him. They landed peacefully on their feet as they were used to this way of teleportation.

Ibro wasn't focusing on their reactions as he was astonished by what he saw in front of him. He was again in very wide plains that stretched with no end to the horizon.

He felt weird as there were no walls, no defensive towers nor any other defensive war tools. This empire armies just lined in huge formation made entirely of melees fighters. Ibro looked at Amira and asked in confusion:

"Is this the battlefield?"

"Yes. Are you impressed with our armies?"

"I'm impressed and confused. Where are the walls? Where is the defensive war equipment? There is no single defensive tower out here!"

"Ha ha ha! Pathetic Hilonarian wizard. Do you believe we fight with your poor war technique? War knows nothing except mighty power. In front of our mighty power, all other things are irrelevant."

Ibro was surprised by this way of thinking. Wars were all about strategy! How naive were these people! When he was about to advise her he heard Dronil voice warning him:

'Don't try to convince her. Her logic isn't that wrong either. Don't underestimate these fighters as they are really strong.'

'They don't use any tactic at all! They intended to just throw themselves in the embrace of their enemies' army!'

'This is considered a war tactic too.'

'I don't see any tactic in this. This is madness.'

'Then watch carefully and widened your vision. The world isn't that small village that you used to live in.'

Ibro didn't know what to say. He thought all of them are just mad people.

"Here, these are a gift from our supreme commander."

Ibro awoke from his thoughts and watched Amira giving him a closed bag. When he opened it he felt really surprised. That bag reminded him of store rings in his game.

The space inside it was really huge. What surprised him was the presence of a huge amount of different ores. He looked at Amira in question who said in doubt:

"Our Empire is known in the whole universe by its unique ores. Don't you know some basic info like this?"

Ibro felt speechless. He really didn't know anything about this time info. He just smiled and ignored her comment which enraged her. But she didn't do anything to him.

She considered him a fly that had no value at all. Ibro held these ores in his hands and began to manufacture his runes. His energy didn't increase at all from the last time he made these runes, so he couldn't help but feel excited by this war.

For hours he kept focusing on making his runes without a single rest he knew when the war began he would have enough time to rest. Every time he would use his runes he would gain massive amounts of energy.

That would force him to stop making his runes and start managing this energy. Throughout these hours, the flood of Gornat armies never stopped arriving here.

Ibro felt the numbers of these armies exceeded billions with no doubt. This was the largest battle he would take part in so far in his life.

'Warning, the enemies have arrived'

Dronil's voice attracted Ibro's attention from what he was doing. He looked up ahead. Although he wasn't in the frontlines literally but as the place was an open flat plain he could see the horizon perfectly.

He saw a black line that appeared from far. That line kept approaching here in a very slow motion. Ibro returned to manufacture his runes. he knew it would take a long time for that army to reach here.

He also knew he was behind a lot of battalions so his turn in fight wouldn't be this near. Another three hours passed till that invading army appeared in front of Gornat's army.

Ibro then stopped his task again and looked closely at this huge army. They were different species than the monsters he faced at Fenomeraz world.

These monsters were a mix of some turtle-like monsters with huge bodies and short heads, plus some other types of monsters that looked like huge snakes.

Ibro felt confused about this army. Were these monsters form armies according to their enemies' weak points? He guessed that these turtle-like monsters would act like tanks and those snakes would be like magicians.

That strategy was a simple strategy that he even could think of! A whole melee army might look strong but in front of this tactic, they would crush like eggs hitting solid rocks.

Ibro didn't voice any suggestion as he knew no one would ever listen to him. It took that large army to arrange itself for a couple of hours during which no one from Gornat tried to attack them.

Ibro felt weird, why didn't they take that chance to kill their unorganized enemy? They were insane, really insane.