New World
Flash Back's

Prangs...

The sound of porcelain shards echoed in one room of the house. The floor of the house made of marble, in addition to the height of the ceiling of the room, and the sepinya atmosphere of the house, makes the sound of broken plates slammed echoing to all corners of the house room.

There was a chocolate check between two people as soon as the sound of the broken plate finished echoing. It's unclear what they're fussing about, but one thing is certain... Both men are equally unwilling to defeat their opinions. Making a debate between two people of different types will not find a bright spot.

On the circular staircase that connected the first floor with the second floor, sat a woman whose face was so upset. The woman continued to cover both ears, trying to prevent words that echoed throughout the house from entering her eardrum.

"Enough... How long are you guys gonna be?" Inner of the woman. Emotions rule his heart. He was really tired of having to every day hear the squabbles that occurred in his residence. He did not want to call his place home, because he felt his place was home for him. The house should be able to make anyone who occupies it comfortable, not torture as he feels today.

He wanted to get out and go from this place, but he also did not know where to go. His life has been limited to the environment of luxury homes and schools. Never knew who was his neighbor.

The voice of the argument that he had heard had stopped. It changed to the sound of footsteps approaching where the woman was sitting.

The woman immediately stood up, wiping away the few tears that had flowed from the end of her eyes. Immediately ran towards the second floor where his room was.

And darling... His footsteps were not as fast as he expected. One of the men who had been arguing found himself running up the circular staircase.

"Marchela..." The voice of a woman who was none other than her mother.

"Marchela wait!" Shouted his mother again. Seeing his son did not stop and continued to move his legs closer to his room was.

The mother chased her son upstairs. She felt indebted to her son for deliberately quarreling with him and being known by his son. It is very unwise for a parent, if until the debate between a husband and wife is known by his child. It can be a determinant of psychological changes in children. Moreover, Marchela is in a period of unstable adolescence.

"Marchela... Open the door, baby..." The mother knocks on the door now locked from the inside by Marchela.

Marchela who was drowning her head on the pillow did not heed her mother's call. Sobs became her friend at this time, soft and tender pillows seemed to be the friend who understood her sadness the most. Sad because he felt his family could no longer be as harmonious as when he was small.

He really wants to return to being a child, where he can be bathed in so much affection from both parents. Not like now, where he must continue to hear endless debates between a pair of men and women who are said to be a couple.

"Marchela.. I'm sorry, son..." Her mother's voice began to slow down, Marchela could tell from her mother's hoarse voice, if her mother also cried behind the door of her room.

But it was not enough to shake Marchela's heart. Marchela really wanted to be alone, better to be friends with loneliness than to have to hear various explanations and reasons that came out of one of her parents. He really could not stand the condition of his house, he really wanted to bring the body supported by his feet to go from where he should call the house.

But what power? She was only a princess from a distinguished family. He never left the house without an escort. Even the road to go to his school was not memorized, let alone want to run away from home? Marchela was certainly not stupid enough to do such a thing.

His gaze was also directed at a book that was on the table beside his bed. A book with New World on the cover. There is a red button at the bottom of the New World text.

The book was his father's gift for his 16th birthday. He took the book, and put it on his lap. With some hesitation, Marchela pressed the red button.

Chequek...

Chequek...

The book turns into a helmet, complete with ten finger covers inside. Shoote Sun knows very well the function of the helmet. His father has explained at length how he should use the helmet.

The sound of knocking on the door of Marchela's room did not want to stop, making Marchela more uncomfortable with what her mother was doing.

Feeling increasingly tired, Marchela finally wears a helmet and its equipment. Laying down his body, and bringing his mind far into the other realms.

[Welcome to New World.].

[Retinal identification and fingerprint. New users have been found. Please enter a name for your account.]

Marchela was silent for a moment, she was confused what to name her new account. "It looks like this name fits my current circumstances. After all, names are prayers some people say." After considering for a while, Marchela decided to name Shoote Sun on her account, which means the sun is sparkling. He hopes his father and mother can see his existence, and restore the condition of his family as before.

[A Special Chip has been found... Please select the class you want.]

On the screen Marchela display appears several class options for Marchela to choose from. There are three options that Marchela can choose from.

The Hand of Helios. Special Class light type.

The Quen of Fire. Special Class with fire type.

Marchela certainly does not suspect that he certainly thinks that all new players in New World will get a class choice like himself at the beginning of the game. It was all because of Marchela's father.

Marchela's father is the largest shareholder in the company that houses New World, Microboot. With one word from his father, and moreover it is a birthday gift for his son, Father Marchela makes the VR helmet owned by Marchela can immediately get a special class from the beginning of the game. After all, such a thing would further guarantee Marchela's safety when Marchela played in the New World.

Marchela chose the Hand of Helios, because she thought the class was related to her name. It's not matching if she chooses Gaia Protector but her account name is Shoote Sun.

[Player has successfully created a new account. Players will be sent to the Royal Capital of South Mountain.]

Marchela's gaze changed slowly, initially dark and a ray point was visible in the distance. The point of light grew and he found himself in an urban area.

[Player gets Special Quest from Special Class owned. Prevent the rise of the enemy of the God Helios, Satan the Demon King.]

Marchela or Shoote Sun is a little confused. Preventing the rise of the Demon King? Where should he look for clues? But because there was no time limit for the Quest he got, Shoote Sun did not pay much heed to it. He wants to enjoy his free time in this game called New World.

Day after day Shoote Sun plays New World games. At first he felt so happy, could adventure alone without a control that always restrain him. But for a long time he was getting bored. Moreover, he was always used by other players who were one group with him. The Special Class he possessed made himself stronger than ordinary players.

Feeling careless because it is always used, Shoote Sun also chose to hide his Special Class identity. He really wants to find a friend who does not try to use him. Not only friends who want to be friends with him because of his special class.

It was only after he met a player who saved himself in the forest, the journey of the game Shoote Sun changed completely. The player is called AS.

The player is not special, nor is he handsome. It's just that the player has one that Shoote Sun is looking for during game play, which is attention.

Although it looks cute, but Shoote Sun can know... If the US is a player who is very attentive to his friends. He always put forward the safety of his friends rather than the success of the quest. The US and the two NPCs who were with him, gave something that he so desired, a family that looked after each other.

The New World Shoote Sun game game is getting more colorful after the meeting with the US. Every day he always looks forward to a new adventure that he will get when playing games with the US.

The longer the play, the greater the sense of admiration that Shoote Sun has on the US figure. Even he felt that the US was the reason he wanted to play New World every day. The warmth he felt among his group, became his own opium for himself. Shoote Sun wants to always play with them, regardless of the Special Quest he gets.

But in fact, everything was not according to his plan. The US suddenly killed himself and just disappeared. Shoote Sun attempted to contact the U. S. by sending a voicemail message to the U. S. account. But all of those messages were never delivered.

Shoote Sun also chose to leave the South Mountain Kingdom, in order to complete his Special Quest. He only hopes one day to be reunited with the player named the US.

One year on, with a boring game, Shoote Sun is stranded in a Kingdom called the Kingdom of Black Dessert. The clues about the Special Quest he had obtained led him to this Kingdom. He was reunited with an organization called the Temple of Light.

Shoote Sun finally managed to complete the Special Quest he got. He managed to thwart a group of Demon worshipers who were performing a Demon summoning ritual in the Black Dessert Kingdom along with the members of the Light Temple.

Shoote Sun managed to obtain the title of Priest of the Temple of Light for his contribution completing the Quest. Making himself now have a higher position than a priest in the Temple of Light. Even Shoote Sun had a protective army of its own Temple of Light named the Three Light Pillars. Together with the other two Priests, Shoote Sun managed to develop the Temple of Light in the Black Dessert Kingdom and finish off the teachings of Demon worshipers in the Kingdom.

Shoote Sun also managed to establish cooperation with the Black Dessert Kingdom and the powerful Guild in the Black Dessert Kingdom, the Sun Flower Guild. Making the development of the Temple of Light easier to spread.

Everything look good? But of course not... This time he and the two Priests had to face the resistance of the Titans who rejected the teachings of the Temple of Light violently. Months of battles between the Titans and the Temple of Light and the Sun Flower Guild were frequent. The strength of the Titan nation really cannot be underestimated. Their physique and posture were much stronger than that of an Angel though.

The battle between the Temple of Light and the Titans was like a fight that would never end.

"First Priest's... What's got your mind on?" The voice of a man diverts the daydreams of Shoote Sun who is thinking about how he started playing in the New World. Everything feels so different from the present, even though he has a high position and tries to uphold the truth of the moment. But he could not deny, he felt the longing for the adventure he had felt before.

"Ah... Second Priests... You surprised me..." Shoote Sun turned his gaze to the man who was now standing beside him.

"Don't think too much... We can definitely defeat the Titans..."

Hearing the Second Priest's words, Shoote Sun only frowned. In his heart he only laughed at the man beside him who tried to give the impression of being able to read his thoughts.

"I never doubted about it..." Shoote Sun replied in a nonchalant tone as usual. It was rare that anyone in the Light Temple could see the smile of the silver-haired girl known as the First Priest.

"If you have no doubt... What is the burden on your mind right now?" The Second Priest slightly frowned upon hearing the reply from Shoote Sun.

"It's none of your business..." Shoote Sun replied as he left his place standing. Leaving behind the Second Priest who could only stare at the departure of the First Priest from beside him.

"It's so arrogant..." Inner Second Priest. If not for the position of the First Priest being more respected than him, perhaps the Second Priest had already attacked the First Priest just now.