Damon knew it better than anyone. The Abyssal Gate was not some neat little dungeon or a tidy raid boss that could be corralled by strategy guides and guild formations. It was chaos made flesh, the kind of event designed to bury cities, reset power balances, and force both players and NPC factions into the grinder.
Even with his foresight, Damon could only predict the opening moves. The first wave would tear Lotera apart, tens of thousands of players and NPCs slaughtered in the streets before they even realized what was happening.
The guards wouldn’t respawn. The safe zones would collapse. Death penalties would stack until most players tried to log out in despair, only to find that they simply cannot get out of this hellhole that easily. That was the disaster. That was the hellstorm.
But after the storm died down a little, there was a small chance of survival. That too, if one knew where to step and where not to step. And in that, Damon planned to bloom.
He walked directly to the training room and sat down to meditate for a bit. He tried to recollect as much as possible about the whole event.
In his last life, he only stepped inside the zone at the very end, managing to catch a small glimpse of it. All the knowledge he had was what he read on the internet and the world chat. These were not exactly reliable sources of information.
However, they still had many details that would undoubtedly become key in his survival.
Damon closed his eyes and tried to focus. One by one, fragments of memory and rumor surfaced, half-truths, contradictions, players boasting about lucky escapes, others crying foul about "bugged mechanics," but Damon sifted through them with patience, separating noise from the threads of truth.
After an hour, he was pleasantly surprised to have recovered most of his memory. It was far from photographic memory, but he could still recover most of it. He could almost picture a day in his last life from start to end, remembering 60 to 70% of details, which was incredible when compared to what he had when he first started.
Was it because of his improved mental strength or soul strength? Damon was pretty sure it was one of these two. He did not linger on it for long. He had one more thing to accomplish before they set out for that hellish place.
Damon took out ten sparkling evolution stones from his storage space. It was only a while back that he was racking his brain thinking of ways to get his hands on more evolution stones without expending much effort, and thanks to his sugar mama, Erin, this problem was now easily solved. At least for now.
Ten should be more than enough to push him to the next level. Should be right?
Damon was pretty confident before, but he suddenly found himself doubting. "Wait, will I be able to access the auction house even during shut down phase?"
He decided not to risk it just yet. He activated Blood Gate to make a portal to the next city, arriving within seconds right outside the city gates.
The auction house shimmered into view as Damon stepped inside, but instead of the usual chaos of players shouting, bargaining, and flooding the counters, the place was eerily silent. Only a few NPCs strolled around here and there.
Everywhere else, empty. Not a single player in sight. Of course not. Everyone had been forcibly logged out the moment the shutdown sequence began. Everyone but him.
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