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The Guardian and Protector

Guardian There was a new virtual reality game out called "Fantasia" where you could be anything you wanted, except at the beginning you had three class options and the option you chose determined your path. The good thing is that you could choose your preferences of what class you wanted to be. I got interested in the game because of the ads and because all my friends were talking about it. I was able to buy this capsule because I am a guard protecting a mansion so when I entered I was instantly presented with a blue screen asking me various things like what my job preference was but most importantly it asked me what I wanted my class to be which I answered "Guard". When I answered, three blue options appeared. [Guardian of the capital] [Rare class]. A prestige position you will make sure that no monster or suspicious person passes the gates of the capital at any cost including your life. [This class can evolve]. [Dungeon guardian] [Rare class]. You make sure that no monster leaves the dungeon and that no adventurer passes without paying. [This class can evolve]. [Guardian of progress] [Rare class] [Rare class]. You will start from the bottom of a guard, but you will also be able to climb from the top of the guard job. [This class can evolve.]

therock · Fantasy
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12 Chs

Hope

I've never been so happy to see a familiar face "Jax, it's you" I hugged him unconsciously, and he hugged me back "Of course it's me" he was silent for a few seconds looking at me and spoke again "What happened to you? Camus" His tone of voice was worried.

"I'll explain later we have to get out of here" I said hurried and anxious "ok, ok but why do you have a baby?"

"I think I stole this baby from some cultists".

The atmosphere became quite uncomfortable, I didn't know whether to talk more or let him talk, so the atmosphere wouldn't be uncomfortable.

I sighed this guy doing more incomprehensible things "Come on we have to get out of here fast "Jax spoke to Camus.

I had moved the caravan to this place called "The Lust" The reason it was called that was obvious I moved the caravan because Camus hadn't shown up in a while so to hurry things up if he did show up I had moved the caravan I told the new guards to stay here until we left.

But after a while of waiting I went to look for him myself when I was about to give up to find him I heard a thunderous noise, so I ran away when I arrived there was nothing but destroyed rocks and a lot of dust.

And well when I was backing up I saw something glowing in the dark and I guessed it was Camus because of his glowing armor.

And so it was.

We were now leaving one of the 1000 slave cities scattered all over the continent and the special merchandise that only about a thousand of us had access to.

I stared at them, they looked scared, they were children from 3 to 8 years old, in total there were 20 of them we called.

The sacrifices.

Hundreds or even thousands of slaves were sacrificed to strengthen these babies the result was excellent the sacrifices did not develop any malformation or any problem during the rituals and the most important thing the high command always had control of them.

Their power, talent and intelligence made them fearsome subjects when they reached adulthood, but the only ones who knew they were in total control were the thousand of us who sold them.

They were all over the human realm, some could be political kings assassins heroes geniuses among geniuses, but even if they didn't want to be.

When they listened to their voices it was as if they had no will of their own, they only obeyed their voice and there was no way to get rid of the control they had.

There has been no case that overcomes his voice, so the baby that Camus has will have a quiet life if he doesn't hear his voice or if he doesn't come to claim it.

{I'm sick of this} Jax thought.

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Hurried footsteps were heard in front of a door "Knock" was heard after repeated knocks on the door a voice was heard "Come in" A husky elegant voice was heard "Sir they have taken your offspring" The servant's voice was almost tearful he feared what the lord would do to calm his anger.

"Is there a clue?" he asked calmly "No sir, the slaves refuse to speak" The servant trembled waiting for his master to speak again "Sacrifice them, have them speed up production and forbid them food until one deigns to speak" The master spoke firmly and without hesitation the servant only nodded.