Ashes of the Fallen

Chapter 66: Restart

(Tuesday, September 24th Game Day / Tuesday, March 30th Real Day)

Chapter 67: Overseer

(Thursday, September 30th Game Day / Thursday, April 1st Real Day)

Chapter 68: Rats, Just Rats

(Friday, September 31st Game Day / Friday, April 2nd Real Day)

Chapter 69: New Faces

(Monday, October 11th Game Day / Monday, April 5th Real Day)

Chapter 70: Infested Zones

(Wednesday, November 1st Game Day / Monday, April 12th Real Day)

Chapter 71: Intruders in the Night

(Sunday, November 7th Game Day / Wednesday, April 14th Real Day)

Chapter 72: A State of War

(Wednesday, November 10th Game Day / Thursday, April 15th Real Day)

Chapter 73: The Raid

(Saturday, November 13th Game Day / Friday, April 16th Real Day)

Afterword

(7-27-2015)

Foreword

The following work contains mature themes, including but not limited to detailed representations of violent combat, death, and occasional profanity that are intended for a mature audience and may not be suitable for children under the age of unknown.

This Volume is a direct continuation of The Dragon's Wrath: A Virtual Dream (Volume 1) and will most likely make little sense if you're reading this first. These are not standalone books and are not meant to be read out of order. If you have yet to read the first work, I strongly advise you to do so and then return to this one at a later date.

Other than that, hope you enjoy the read!

Chapter 41: Disbanding

(Sunday, May 23rd Game Day / Wednesday, February 17th Real Day)

Staring at the mutilated corpses of the goblins before me, I couldn't help but laugh a little. Here I am, sitting in the blood and flesh of my enemies while casually munching on the dried flesh of a rabbit. If there was ever a time to admit being desensitized, this was it.

The smell of congealing blood gave a unique iron-esque tinge to the odor of puke and urine that had been floating around. It was still a nasty smell, but we had become used to it by now. Looking down at myself, the stains that marred my white fur beyond recognition were already starting to dry and there was some lingering doubt that it would even wash out.

Well, at least I wouldn't be an entirely white and fluffy guy anymore.

I guess that's somewhat of an upgrade.

Taking a look at the [Old Dory] once more, I saw that it was a [Poor Quality - Common Grade] item. Basically, it was the second to worst condition an item could be in along with being the most generic. It was a step above complete junk, but just barely.

Inferior Quality was the lowest of the low, complete trash in any sense. Poor Quality was considered barely usable, while Decent Quality was alright. After that were Average, Good, Great, Exceptional, and then finally Legendary Quality. Item Grade followed in a similar ladder, from Common to Uncommon, Rare to Ultra Rare, and then Legendary last.

It went without saying that a shift up either category increased the value of an item exponentially. Well, for a beginner dungeon the loot wasn't that bad. A spear and shield were a great combination for tanking.

Tossing the [Old Dory] on the ground, I shook my head. It just wasn't what I was looking for. If only one of those goblins used an axe… oh well.

A quick glance at the in-game clock told me that the daylight period had ended and it was now dark outside. Somehow, we had spent nearly an hour and a half clearing eight groups of five mobs. That was fairly slow for clearing trash groups, but we weren't of the highest levels either. Still sitting on the ground, my questions of whether we would continue or not were answered in short as that archer-leader that had been silent since I took over, finally decided to talk once more.

"We've sorted all of the items that dropped in a pile here and we'll split everything based on value," the archer begrudgingly muttered.

I had no issue with that, fair loot principle is the best course of action with pickup groups, especially since you were unlikely to see each other again. Nodding my head in agreement, the female rogue had started to divvy up the items.

She looked in my direction twice before I decided to clear any confusion, "feel free to divide the items up as you see fit, I'm not particularly interested in any of it."