Love Live Online: A Bard Grudge
Prologues

Rasta Vaelin, a teenage girl who has no real life or arguably she is an unemployed girl who has no purpose in life at all. Every day he spends his time just playing a virtual game.

Rasta lives using the legacy money of his parents and lives in an old apartment that is not worth living in anymore. All this is done to reduce the cost of living.

Today is the most anticipated day for Rasta. The reason is, all members of the union will be present at the meeting that has been set a few weeks ago. It was natural for him to look forward to the arrival of this day because it was very difficult to gather many people at one time at the same time, given that they had obligations to do in the real world.

The wind was blowing very calmly. Fly the fallen leaves and lead them to an untouched place. A place that might be their final resting place.

Rasta through a garden surrounded by shady trees. In the middle of the park there is a very beautiful water shower with a special carving made by high-level craftsmen.

He then sat down on a park bench, trying to calm himself down a bit before coming to the meeting place. Since Rasta was a Guild Master, he had the obligation to address other members and give directions, advice, and messages.

Rasta smiled knot, “I have to get out of here right away. They must have been waiting for me.”

Rasta returned down the path with a cheerful facial expression. But behind it all, he actually felt very nervous to speak in front of a lot of people. Moreover, within his guild was someone he liked.

He finally arrived at a magnificent palace that was the headquarters of the White Pearl guild, a guild that he had so hard developed with the other members.

“Ah, Guild Master! We are waiting for you!” a teenage boy had just welcomed Rasta with a smile.

“Ya, thank you.”

The teenager opened the palace door and invited Rasta to enter the room. How surprised he was when he realized the members of the union had done a swing and pointed a weapon at him. The large palace door was also locked by a teenage boy who initially greeted with a smile.

“What do you guys do?”

Rasta is still trying to think positively. He thought that everyone was just trying to work on it and did not have any evil intent. Until finally, a man walked out from the crowd of those people.

“Dyon, please explain this? What are you guys really doing? Is this a joke?”

Dyon, a black-haired man with my eyes. Wearing a black mask and round glasses. Holding a one-handed sword with a purple aura emanating. He was also the Vice Guild Master as well as a person loved by Rasta.

Dyon threw a torn garment with various insulting words written on it. Rasta knew very well, it was her proud union outfit and her hard-designed outfit.

“Dyon ... what does this mean?”

“I'm tired of playing around. All this time, we kept following the will of the selfish girl. You are trash and unfit to lead us all.”

He followed Rasta with his weapon. Then Dyon moved his hand to give a signal that the attack would be carried out immediately.

Currently Rasta is using a crown that becomes the symbol of the power of the union. The thing that happens if the crown is destroyed is the removal of leadership or the dissolution of the union.

Shouts and attacks were unleashed by nearly 500 members. They stared at Rasta with a look of anger and hatred. None of them tried to stop or help the currently besieged Rasta.

Rasta then lowered her face, she kept silent and released the harp in her hands. He had no intention of fighting back because he had nothing left. Fighting is also a useless thing considering that most of the White Pearl members are Top Players who are on the Leaderboard.

Rasta then tried to memorize the entire face and names of the people there then muttered. But due to the tumult of the atmosphere, no one could listen to the words that came out of his mouth. Unwittingly, Rasta has been killed for having been exposed to many damages rendered simultaneously.

「The union symbol has been destroyed, performing a leadership transfer to Vice Guild Master.」

「Player has been killed, punishment will be immediately enforced.」

「Tenance time: 24 hours.」

****

Rasta awakens from a virtual world. He then released an instrument called Asphy and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. Because the unbalanced position makes the tool fall and hit the floor.

Rasta doesn't care about it. He now curled up on the bed while covering his face with a pillow. At this moment he was already crying out without making a single sound.

His trust has been betrayed after almost a few years through many things together. All the memories began to appear in his mind. A moment where they laughed together was very cheerful. Through various obstacles and supporting each other.

“Fake ... Your smile is fake! I'm sorry I trusted you!”

Rasta kicked the mattress and hit the wall in front of her. He continued to do so and unknowingly hurt himself. Suicidal thoughts began to cross his mind.

He walked into the kitchen and picked up a rusty knife that he rarely used. Then Rasta stabbed herself. The pain he felt right now was nothing more than the pain of the betrayal his friends had just committed.

****

“Where is this?”

Started to hear the sound of water ripples. The sound was winning but also frightening. Seconds by seconds it was moving very slowly. The moment Rasta opened her eyes, she was already drowning deep in the abyss of darkness.

“It doesn't matter.”

The sound made Rasta's eyes turn around. He could not believe that someone was in the same place as him.

“Who are you!?”

“Include, I am the Goddess of Death, Zaulla. I am the one in charge of guiding the spirits who will travel.”

“Travel? What do you mean it?”

“You could say I am a goddess whose duty is to make people reincarnate or guide them to heaven.”

“Am I going to be revived?”

“Yes. Since your problem is quite unique, you will be revived the first time you start to play.”

Rasta frowned, “What do you mean by a pretty unique problem?”

“It is a secret, you will find the answer someday.”

A light suddenly surrounded Rasta and made her close her eyes again without having time to ask further. And suddenly Rasta woke up on a mattress with all the memories of the next two years without the slightest lack.

‘Ah, I'm very lucky. That way, I will avenge all the members of the White Pearl who have betrayed.’ Rasta smile.