He fumbled with the release of the D.I.V.E. helmet, his fingers moving with a sluggishness that irritated him. The late afternoon light filtering through the grimy window of the storage room cast long, hazy shadows across the stacks of discarded hardware. He glanced at his wrist; the translucent clock on his forearm, a ghost of the game’s interface, had vanished, replaced by the mundane face of his own watch. It confirmed his internal estimation – the sun was already beginning its slow descent, painting the sky outside in hues of deepening orange and purple. He had spent longer in Ludere Online than he intended, the allure of the Vermillion Troupe’s company and the unfolding narrative proving too compelling to cut short.
A sigh escaped his lips as he finally managed to dislodge the helmet. The cool air of the storage room against his heated skin was a momentary shock. He pushed himself up from the contoured seat of the pod, his muscles stiff and protesting. The transition back to his physical form always left him feeling a little disjointed, a sense of his consciousness still partially tethered to the digital world.
He knew he should hurry. Jenn and Jesse would likely be expecting him home soon. He pictured their faces, Jesse’s gentle smile, Jenn’s playful teasing about his “secret life” at Alluring Realms. The thought of Brecken’s small hand reaching for his filled him with a familiar warmth and a renewed sense of responsibility.
With a final glance at the silent D.I.V.E. pod, the vessel of his extraordinary double life, Bennett swiped his brown wristband against the door sensor. The green light blinked, and the lock clicked open. He stepped out into the relatively brighter hallway, the hum of the building a constant, low drone. The usual late-afternoon activity of the Alluring Realms facility was beginning to wind down, though he could still hear the distant murmur of voices and the occasional clatter from the direction of the testing labs.
He made his way towards the employee exit, the familiar route a testament to the weeks he had spent traversing these corridors. The fluorescent lights overhead cast long shadows, and the air smelled faintly of industrial cleaner, a constant reminder of his mundane duties. Today, however, the weight of those duties felt heavier, overshadowed by the rich tapestry of the world he had just left behind.
Reaching the parking lot, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows from the other parked cars. Bennett unlocked his aging sedan, the familiar squeak of the door hinges a mundane sound compared to the vibrant soundscapes of Ludere Online. He settled into the worn driver’s seat, the fabric rougher than the imagined softness of ProlixalParagon’s fur. A wave of profound exhaustion washed over him, a potent cocktail of virtual adventuring and the lingering stress of his clandestine activities.
He turned the key in the ignition, the low hum of the engine a familiar counterpoint to the more immersive sounds of the game. He put the car in drive and began to pull out of his parking space, intending to head straight home. The image of the Vermillion Troupe’s colorful wagons disappearing over the digital horizon lingered in his mind.
The drive home was usually a welcome transition, a time to decompress and mentally prepare for his family. But today, the fatigue was a physical weight, pressing down on his eyelids. The familiar streets of the industrial park surrounding Alluring Realms blurred at the edges of his vision. He found himself fighting a losing battle against the overwhelming urge to close his eyes, just for a moment.
He vaguely remembered pulling back into a parking space, the repetitive hum of the engine a soothing lullaby. The last coherent thought he had was the intention to just rest his eyes briefly before driving the remaining distance home. The late afternoon sun, still casting long shadows, warmed the interior of the car.
Time seemed to slip away, unnoticed. The world outside the car slowly transitioned from the warm hues of late afternoon to the cooler tones of early evening. The sounds of the Alluring Realms facility gradually faded as the shift change occurred, and the world grew quieter.
The insistent shrill of his phone alarm finally pierced through the fog of deep sleep. Bennett startled awake, his head lolling against the headrest, a crick forming in his neck. Disorientation washed over him as he blinked against the dimming light filtering through the car windows. For a confused moment, he thought he was still in the quiet stillness of Lyra’s vardo.
Then, the mundane reality of his surroundings crashed back. He was in his car, parked in the mostly empty parking lot of Alluring Realms. The digital clock on his phone screen glared at him – 5:15 PM. His heart lurched. five fifteen. He was supposed to be starting his shift soon. He had fallen asleep.
Panic flared in his chest. How long had he been out? He frantically tried to recall when he had logged out, but the details were hazy, lost in the depths of his unexpected slumber. The weight of his responsibilities crashed down on him – his job, his family, Brecken’s health benefits. This was a disaster. He had to get inside, clock in, and hope that no one had noticed his prolonged absence. The image of Carol’s stern face flashed through his mind. With a jolt of adrenaline, fueled by a potent mix of fear and self-reproach, Bennett fumbled for a moment. He had to hurry. His night was about to begin, not with the quiet rhythm of cleaning, but with the frantic urgency of damage control. Then he stopped and looked around.
Jenn and Jesse would be worried sick if he wasn't home by now.
His first instinct was to call Jenn. Fumbling in the dim light, he located his phone and quickly dialed her number. He had to explain what had happened before their worry escalated further. He waited anxiously as the phone rang, the rhythmic beeping amplifying the frantic beat of his heart.
Jenn’s voice, groggy with sleep, answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Jenn, it’s me, Ben,” he said quickly, his voice rough with sleep and anxiety.
There was a brief pause, a moment of confusion in her tone. “Ben? What time is it? Are you okay? We were expecting you home hours ago.” Her voice sharpened with concern.
“I’m so sorry, love. I… I messed up,” Bennett said, his voice filled with remorse. “I logged out of Ludere Online, completely exhausted, and I was planning on driving home. But I… I fell asleep in the car, right here in the Alluring Realms parking lot.” He explained how the late afternoon sun and the lingering fatigue had overwhelmed him. He recounted his intention to just rest his eyes for a moment, only to be jolted awake by his work alarm.
He could hear Jenn’s sharp intake of breath on the other end. “Ben! You fell asleep in the parking lot? All this time? We were so worried! Jesse kept trying to call you, but your phone must have been on silent.” He remembered vaguely setting his phone to silent before logging into Ludere Online.
“I am so incredibly sorry,” Bennett repeated, the weight of their worry pressing down on him. “My alarm just went off for my shift. I had no idea so much time had passed. I should have called sooner, but I was completely out of it when I woke up.”
“Are you alright? Are you still at Alluring Realms?” Jenn asked, her voice softening with relief now that she knew he was okay, but still laced with concern.
“Yeah, I’m still here. I just woke up a few minutes ago. I need to head in and clock in for my shift now. I’m so sorry for scaring you both. I should have been more responsible.” He felt a wave of self-reproach for his carelessness. He knew how much Jenn and Jesse worried about him, especially with his unpredictable work schedule and his tendency to push himself.
“Just… be careful, okay?” Jenn said, her voice now laced with a familiar blend of affection and concern. “Get some coffee or something before you start working. And please, please don’t let this happen again. We were starting to think something awful had happened.”
“I promise, it won’t,” Bennett said, a genuine commitment in his voice. “I’ll be more careful. I need to go clock in now, but I’ll text you when I get a break. Again, I’m so sorry for the worry.”
“Okay, love. Be safe. We’ll talk later.”
The call ended, and Bennett let out a shaky breath. The relief of knowing Jenn wasn’t panicking anymore was significant, but the guilt over causing them such worry lingered. He started the car, the engine rumbling to life in the quiet evening air. He needed to get inside, clock in, and face whatever consequences might await him for being late. He hoped Carol hadn’t noticed his sleeping in the car. The thought of having to explain his bizarre lapse in judgment was not a pleasant one. He put the car in drive and slowly pulled out of the parking space, the fluorescent lights of the Alluring Realms facility now looming before him, no longer just his workplace, but the backdrop to his increasingly complicated life.
As he walked towards the interior of the building, the rhythmic hum of the facility grew louder with each step. A wave of guilt washed over him again, the memory of Jenn’s groggy, worried voice echoing in his mind. He had caused them unnecessary stress, and his carelessness in falling asleep in the car was something he wouldn't soon forget. He needed to get his head in the game, so to speak, both for his actual job and for any potential clandestine forays into Ludere Online later in his shift. The thought of a strong cup of coffee was now paramount.
He headed towards one of the employee break rooms, the familiar route ingrained in his mind after months of working as a janitor. He knew the layout of the facility well, the general office spaces, the developer offices he now had access to, the testing labs, and the various break rooms scattered throughout the building. He opted for one of the less-used break rooms on the first floor, hoping for a moment of quiet solitude before the demands of his shift began.
The fluorescent lights of the break room hummed with a sterile energy, casting a pale glow on the mismatched chairs and sticky tables. The air often held a faint, lingering aroma of microwaved popcorn and sugary drinks, testaments to long hours and focused work. As he entered, he noted that the room was thankfully empty at this hour. He made his way to the small coffee station in the corner, the low gurgle of the brewing machine a welcome sound. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, a dark roast by the smell of it, filled the air, a stark contrast to the industrial cleaner that usually clung to his uniform.
He located a clean mug from the stack beside the machine, the ceramic slightly warm from the ambient heat. As he held it under the dispensing nozzle, he glanced around the break room. A couple of beta testers' red wristbands lay discarded on a nearby table, a reminder of the world he was increasingly drawn into. A discarded piece of scratch paper with some hastily scribbled notes caught his eye: “Blightscale Naga – venom resist? Lure near water?”. He recognized the creature from his forum research, a dangerous inhabitant of the virtual world. These fleeting glimpses into the game and the developers' and testers' experiences only intensified his own longing to fully immerse himself in Ludere Online.
The coffee machine sputtered and filled his mug with the rich, dark liquid. He added a splash of milk from the small carton in the mini-fridge, the swirling cream momentarily clouding the black depths. Taking a careful sip, the bitter warmth spread through him, chasing away the last vestiges of his sleep-induced fog. The caffeine began to work its magic, sharpening his senses and clearing his thoughts.
He knew he couldn’t linger for too long. He still needed to clock in and get his cleaning schedule from Carol. But this brief moment of respite, the comforting warmth of the coffee in his hands, allowed him to gather his thoughts and prepare for the night ahead. He still felt the weight of his responsibility to his family, the crucial health benefits tied to his job, and the unexpected secret he now carried. The world of Ludere Online beckoned, but first, there were floors to be cleaned and trash to be emptied within the mundane reality of Alluring Realms. He took another, longer sip of his coffee, the familiar hum of the building a constant backdrop to his increasingly complex life.
Having finished his coffee, the bitter warmth a temporary shield against the lingering guilt of worrying Jenn and Jesse, Bennett took a final, reflective sip. He then located a nearby trash receptacle, likely a standard office-style bin lined with a plastic bag, and dropped the empty paper cup inside. The light thump of the cup hitting the bottom of the bin was a small, decisive sound, signaling the end of his brief moment of respite before the demands of his shift truly began.
A sense of nervous anticipation, mixed with lingering self-reproach for his earlier carelessness, settled over him as he turned his attention towards the next crucial step: clocking in. He knew the location of the time clock well; it was situated near the main employee entrance, a familiar hub of activity during shift changes but relatively quiet at this later hour. He began to walk towards that area, his brown wristband, a simple marker of his facilities access, feeling almost heavier on his wrist than usual. It represented not only his mundane janitorial duties but also the potential complications and secrets that now intertwined with his work life.
As he walked through the familiar corridors of the Alluring Realms facility, the rhythmic hum of the building's ventilation and the faint sounds of distant computer servers filled the air. These sounds, usually just background noise to his cleaning routine, now seemed to carry a slightly different resonance, tinged with the knowledge of the virtual world that lay hidden within these walls. He might have noticed a few other employees, perhaps developers or late-staying beta testers, their wristbands flashing different colors – black for developers, red for testers – a subtle reminder of the levels of access he didn't yet possess. The contrast between their bands and his own brown one often fueled his quiet yearning for more involvement with the game's creation.
Reaching the time clock, a wall-mounted digital device with a scanner for employee wristbands, Bennett approached it with a sense of practiced routine. He positioned his brown wristband under the scanner, the device emitting a soft whir followed by the reassuring blink of a small green light, confirming his clock-in. The digital display on the clock likely registered the time, marking the official start of his evening shift. He might have glanced at the displayed time, a fleeting thought about the hours ahead and the work that awaited him crossing his mind quickly replaced with thoughts of ludere online.
The small green light on the time clock blinked, confirming Bennett’s clock-in for the evening shift. Habitually, his gaze flicked to the digital display beneath the scanner, the usual location for any schedule adjustments or special instructions from Carol. The screen remained static, displaying the standard cleaning roster for the night: the general office spaces on the first and second floors, the employee break rooms, and the reception area. There was no mention of the crew quarters, a task now handled by the day shift. And, as had become the norm, the developer office in Sector Gamma was included in his nightly rounds.
A quiet sense of routine settled over Bennett, a familiar anchor in the increasingly complex currents of his life. The hum of the Alluring Realms facility, a constant backdrop to his existence within these walls, seemed to resonate with a steady, predictable rhythm tonight. Yet, beneath this veneer of normalcy, the extraordinary circumstances of his sanctioned access to Ludere Online simmered just below the surface of his thoughts.
The memory of his last immersive session, the vibrant hues of the desert dawn near the Red Fox Caravan, felt like a vivid dream against the muted reality of the hallway. The intricacies of the Vermillion Troupe's nomadic life and the reactivation of Ralyria, the enigmatic automaton, lingered in his mind, threads he was eager to explore further. The understanding with Dave Smith, a fragile bridge between his janitorial duties and his role as an unsanctioned-turned-sanctioned explorer, added a layer of both excitement and responsibility to his every action within the Alluring Realms facility.
He knew he needed to be meticulous in his cleaning duties, a non-negotiable aspect of their agreement. Any lapse in his work could jeopardize the extraordinary opportunity he had been given. The health benefits for Brecken, a constant and unwavering priority, were inextricably linked to his continued employment.
With his schedule confirmed, Bennett turned towards the familiar green glow of the janitorial supply closet at the end of the hallway. The gentle squeak of his cleaning cart, waiting patiently beside the door, seemed like an old friend, a constant companion on his nightly rounds. As he reached for the handle, his gaze drifted momentarily towards the closed doors of the testing labs. He imagined the beta testers, their red wristbands a symbol of the access he had once only dreamed of, now immersed in Ludere Online, their conversations buzzing with tales of mana regeneration rates and new monster spawn points. He even considered the omega testers, their blue wristbands signifying an even deeper level of access.
Then, his focus shifted to the more immediate task at hand. He needed to gather his cleaning supplies: the microfiber cloths, the various sprays, the trash bags. The mundane tools of his trade, yet they were also the key to maintaining his precarious balance, the price of his extraordinary glimpse into the world beyond the screen. The scent of industrial cleaner, usually a monotonous reminder of his routine, held a faint undercurrent of anticipation tonight, the precursor to the digital dust of Dustreach and the silent whispers of Ludere Online. He was ready to begin.
Bennett turned towards the familiar green glow of the janitorial supply closet at the end of the hallway, the squeak of his cleaning cart, waiting patiently beside the door, sounding almost like a sigh of resignation. He reached for the handle, the cool metal a familiar touch, and pulled the door open, revealing the neatly organized shelves within. The scent of industrial cleaner, a constant aroma of his working life, filled the air. Tonight, however, this mundane smell carried a subtle undercurrent of anticipation, the precursor to the digital landscapes he hoped to explore later.
He glanced over the array of color-coded cleaning supplies, a system Carol had meticulously explained when he first started. The various spray bottles, each with its designated purpose – glass cleaner, all-purpose disinfectant, floor polish – lined one shelf. Stacks of neatly folded microfiber cloths in different colors sat beside them. Below, he could see the rolls of heavy-duty trash bags and the various brushes and scrub pads required for more stubborn grime. The familiar sight usually evoked a sense of routine, but tonight, it was tinged with the knowledge of his double life.
He grabbed his usual cleaning cart, its worn wheels emitting a soft squeak as he pulled it further into the hallway. He consulted the mental image of his schedule – no surprises there tonight. First, the general office spaces on the second floor, then the first, followed by the break rooms and the reception area. The developer office in Sector Gamma was also on his list, a task that had become a point of quiet intrigue since Bennetts unexpected directive.
Reaching for the microfiber cloths, Bennett considered the contrast between the tangible dust he was about to wipe away and the digital dust of Dustreach he had encountered in Ludere Online. The mundane act of cleaning the keyboards and desks of Alluring Realms employees felt like a strange counterpoint to the crafting of mana-powered prosthetics with Marx the woodcarver. His brown wristband, usually just a marker of his facilities access, now felt like a temporary tether to this reality, a band he would willingly exchange for the immersive embrace of the D.I.V.E. pod when his duties allowed.
He gathered a supply of all-purpose cleaner, the familiar plastic bottle cool in his hand. He remembered the sticky residue he often found in the employee break rooms, remnants of late-night gaming sessions fueled by energy drinks. He chuckled softly to himself, thinking about the very people who created the digital worlds he now explored leaving behind such decidedly non-magical messes.
Next, he reached for the trash bag dispenser, carefully tearing off a few liners and tucking them into the bins on his cart. He knew the wastepaper baskets in the developer office often contained crumpled code drafts and scribbled notes, fleeting glimpses into the game's intricate workings. He tried not to linger too much when emptying them, mindful of Carol’s warning not to snoop, but his curiosity was always piqued by these discarded fragments of Ludere Online’s creation.
Finally, he grabbed the lightweight vacuum cleaner, its extension cord neatly wrapped around its base. The rhythmic hum of the vacuuming had become another familiar sound of his night shifts. Tonight, as he prepared for his routine tasks, the anticipation of his eventual return to Ludere Online as ProlixalParagon, his white-furred Fennician Tinkerer, simmered beneath the surface of his thoughts . The weight of his responsibilities – his job, his family, Brecken’s health benefits – kept him grounded in the present, ensuring he would perform his duties diligently before seeking his own adventures in the alluring realm beyond the screen. With his cart loaded with the necessary supplies, Bennett was ready to begin his nightly rounds.
Bennett began his cleaning duties on the second floor, as per his usual routine. The mostly empty office spaces were quiet, the muted glow of computer monitors illuminating the unoccupied desks like sentinels in the stillness of the evening. He pushed his cleaning cart, its wheels emitting a soft, familiar squeak, down the rows of cubicles.
As he approached one of the desks near the window, he noticed the wastepaper basket was quite full, overflowing slightly with crumpled papers. He carefully lifted the liner, its contents rustling softly, and turned to empty it into the larger trash bag on his cart. As the last of the crumpled papers slid out, something heavier shifted within the basket. Curious, Bennett tilted the liner further, and a dark, rectangular object tumbled out, landing with a soft thud against the plastic of the bin.
He paused his task and reached into the wastepaper basket, pulling out the object. It was a small, brown leather-bound journal. The leather was worn and soft to the touch, showing signs of frequent use. A simple, unadorned strap was wrapped around it, keeping it closed. As he turned it over in his hands, the scent of aged leather and faint, almost indiscernible ink wafted up. It felt substantial, hinting at a good number of pages within, likely filled with writing.
A flicker of recognition sparked in Bennett’s mind. He vaguely recalled seeing a flyer posted near the main exit on a previous shift. The details were a little hazy, but he remembered something about a lost journal. He mentally pictured the bulletin board, usually cluttered with company announcements and various notices. He strained his memory, trying to bring the details of the flyer into sharper focus.
Then, it clicked. The flyer had mentioned a brown leather-bound journal. It had contained research notes, a crucial detail that now made Bennett’s curiosity intensify. And if his memory served him correctly, the flyer had requested that the journal be returned to someone identified only as ‘M’ on Level 3, in the Research Wing.
Bennett held the journal a little tighter, a sense of conflicting impulses swirling within him. On the one hand, his ingrained honesty and his understanding of the importance of research within Alluring Realms urged him to return it as the flyer instructed. He knew how vital research notes could be, especially in a cutting-edge technology company like this. Losing such a journal could set someone back significantly in their work.
On the other hand, a small, almost imperceptible whisper of curiosity tickled the back of his mind. The journal contained “research notes,” the flyer had said. Research into what? Could it be related to Ludere Online? His mind, ever since his own unexpected immersion in the game, seemed to filter every observation through the lens of that extraordinary experience. The mention of ‘M’ and the Research Wing on Level 3 further intrigued him. Level 3 was generally considered a highly secure area, housing some of the more sensitive research and development labs. What kind of research would necessitate such security and result in a lost leather-bound journal?
He carefully brushed a stray piece of crumpled paper from the journal’s cover. He knew Carol’s instructions about not snooping on papers and computers. Respecting the privacy and intellectual property of Alluring Realms employees was paramount to maintaining his position. His job, and the crucial health benefits for Brecken, depended on his reliability and trustworthiness.
He made a decision. He wouldn’t open the journal. His curiosity, while strong, wasn’t worth jeopardizing everything he had worked for. He would follow the instructions on the flyer. As soon as he had a break or when his cleaning duties on this floor were complete, he would make his way to Level 3 and attempt to find ‘M’ in the Research Wing to return the lost journal. It was the responsible thing to do, and in the long run, maintaining his integrity within Alluring Realms was far more valuable than satisfying a fleeting moment of curiosity.
He carefully placed the brown leather-bound journal on the top shelf of his cleaning cart, ensuring it wouldn’t get damaged or lost amongst his cleaning supplies. He finished emptying the wastepaper basket, his mind now focused on completing his tasks efficiently so he could return the journal as soon as possible. The image of the flyer and the thought of ‘M’ on Level 3 were now added to the familiar routine of his cleaning rounds.
Bennett proceeded with his cleaning duties, a new sense of purpose tinging the familiar routine since his unexpected encounter with the lost journal . He pushed his cleaning cart, its wheels emitting their usual soft squeak, towards one of the employee break rooms on the first floor, anticipating the usual collection of discarded energy drink cans and snack wrappers. He remembered Carol’s wry comment about gamers and energy drinks leaving their mark.
As he approached the double doors, the low hum of conversation grew louder, punctuated by the clinking of what sounded like bottles or cans. Pushing the door open with his hip, the squeak of his cart momentarily drawing attention, Bennett surveyed the scene. A group of beta testers, their red wristbands clearly visible against their casual clothes, were gathered around a large table, a landscape of empty energy drink containers and crumpled snack bags spread before them. The air hummed with their excited chatter about Ludere Online.
Keeping his movements unobtrusive, Bennett wheeled his cart towards the vending machines at the far end of the room. He selected a Pepsi Zero, the familiar hiss and thunk of the can a small, grounding moment amidst the beta testers' animated discussion. Popping the tab, he leaned against the machine, taking a slow sip, his ears carefully tuned to their conversation.
“...so then the whole village just went crazy,” one of the beta testers, a young woman with vibrant purple hair, exclaimed, gesturing emphatically with a half-eaten sandwich. “One minute, we were all in Yendral’s Hollow, checking out the entrance to the new dungeon, and the next…” She trailed off dramatically.
A male tester with messy blond hair, whom Bennett vaguely recognized from the developer office as Jason, interjected, his voice laced with disbelief. “It was insane! Some kind of… surge? A tremor in the game world? Whatever it was, the dungeon just… spat out everything. Maulers, those weird spider-crab things, even a miniature rock giant! They just poured into the village.”
Another tester, a man with a more laid-back demeanor and a red wristband, possibly Sean, chuckled wryly. “Miniature? Dude, that thing was knee-high! It still flattened old Man Aestryn’s prize-winning pumpkins.”
“But the dungeon’s empty now?” a fourth tester asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Like, completely cleared out?”
“Yep,” the purple-haired woman confirmed with a nod. “Not a single creature left inside when we finally managed to… well, survive the Yendral’s Hollow Monster Mash. It was like the whole dungeon had a massive internal evacuation.”
Bennett took another sip of his soda, his gaze seemingly fixed on the flickering fluorescent lights above. Yendral’s Hollow… he vaguely recalled reading something about a newly discovered dungeon in that Soohan village on the Ludere Online forums. The escape of dungeon monsters and the subsequent attack on the village was news to him, and it sounded like a significant event.
His mind raced, a question forming unbidden. Had any of these beta testers been there when it happened? Had they been among the first to explore the new dungeon, only to witness its monstrous inhabitants spill forth and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting villagers of Yendral's Hollow? He watched them as they recounted their experiences, their red wristbands a stark reminder of their privileged access to the game’s cutting edge. Their casual tone as they discussed what sounded like a chaotic and potentially terrifying event struck Bennett. Were they simply recounting gameplay, or were they reliving a moment of genuine in-game panic?
He remembered his own brief but intense encounter with wolves outside Oakhaven, a moment that had underscored his own vulnerability in the virtual world. The thought of facing an entire dungeon’s worth of escaped creatures descending upon a village sent a shiver of apprehension down his spine. He wondered about the digital villagers, the non-player characters like Blair and Emmarie in Oakhaven, and if they had suffered during this unexpected attack.
Bennett continued his pretense of enjoying his soda, his senses acutely attuned to the beta testers’ conversation. He carefully studied their expressions, searching for any hint of lingering shock or perhaps even guilt at what had transpired in Yendral’s Hollow. Were they just discussing game mechanics and unexpected challenges, or were they recounting a firsthand experience of a virtual disaster? The line between game and reality seemed to blur ever so slightly in his mind, especially now that his own clandestine forays into Ludere Online were becoming more frequent and vivid. He finished his soda, the clink of the empty can as he placed it in the recycling bin a quiet punctuation mark to his silent query.
Bennett, recalling the brown leather-bound journal he had found , focused on quickly completing his cleaning duties in the break room. The usual late-night assortment of discarded energy drink cans, crumpled snack wrappers, and stray napkins littered the tables. He grabbed a trash bag and efficiently moved around the room, collecting the remnants of the beta testers’ gaming sessions. As he wiped down a sticky table, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation, their red wristbands a visible marker of their access to Ludere Online.
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Their talk revolved around the wither fang creepers and the Sunken Temple ruins, a stark contrast to his own limited experiences within the game. He recalled seeing a discarded piece of scratch paper with notes about the Blightscale Naga in a break room before, further fueling his curiosity about the creatures and challenges within Ludere Online. He wondered if any of these beta testers had been in Yendral's Hollow when the dungeon monsters had supposedly escaped, as he had overheard in a previous break room encounter . He scanned their faces, trying to discern if there was any hint of that particular incident in their animated discussion about the Naga and other in-game dangers .
Bennett worked quickly, his movements practiced and economical. He emptied the trash cans, wiped down the tables, and gave the countertops a cursory spray and wipe. He bypassed a more thorough cleaning, his mind now set on retrieving the lost journal and the burgeoning curiosity about the research notes it contained . The lure of potentially returning the journal and perhaps even catching a glimpse of ‘M’ in the Research Wing was a stronger pull than ensuring every surface in the break room was spotless at this moment .
With the break room tidied to a presentable state, Bennett pushed his cleaning cart towards the door, the squeak of its wheels a familiar sound. Instead of continuing his usual routine on the first floor, he decided to head towards the second floor and the general office where he had found the notebook. He reasoned that returning the journal sooner rather than later was the right thing to do, and the details on the flyer about Level 3 in the Research Wing were still fresh in his mind.
As he wheeled his cart down the hallway towards the stairs leading to the second floor, his thoughts also drifted to the conversation he had overheard the beta testers having about the new dungeon in Soohan and the incident at Yendral’s Hollow . He wondered if the research notes in the journal had any connection to those events. Could ‘M’ be involved in researching the new dungeon or the apparent monster escape? The mention of “research notes” on the flyer had definitely piqued his interest, especially in light of the unusual occurrences the beta testers were discussing.
Reaching the second floor, Bennett navigated the quiet rows of cubicles, the muted glow of computer monitors casting an eerie light on the unoccupied desks. He made his way to the office near the window where he had emptied the trash can and found the brown leather-bound journal . He remembered placing it carefully on the top shelf of his cleaning cart . He stopped his cart near the desk, his gaze scanning the surface for any other discarded items. Satisfied he hadn't missed anything, he reached for the top shelf and carefully retrieved the journal .
Holding the worn leather in his hands, Bennett reread the mental image of the flyer: “Lost: One brown leather-bound journal. Contains research notes. If found, please return to ‘M’ - Level 3, Research Wing”. He made a mental note of the level and the wing. Level 3 was generally considered a more secure area, housing the research labs . This detail further reinforced his curiosity about the nature of the research notes.
Deciding to postpone his regular cleaning tasks for a brief detour, Bennett pushed his cart towards the elevators. He pressed the button for Level 3, a slight sense of nervous anticipation fluttering in his stomach. He knew he technically didn’t have authorization to be on that floor with his brown wristband, but he reasoned that he was simply returning a lost item as instructed. He hoped he wouldn't encounter any security personnel or anyone who might question his presence on Level 3.
As the elevator ascended, Bennett clutched the journal a little tighter. He wondered what ‘M’ would be like and what kind of research would be important enough to be documented in a physical, leather-bound journal in this age of digital note-taking. The possibilities swirling in his mind ranged from groundbreaking advancements in Ludere Online's immersive technology to something completely unrelated. He resolved to simply return the journal politely and without asking any unnecessary questions, respecting the privacy implied by the lost item and the secure location for its return. The elevator doors opened smoothly onto Level 3, revealing a more sterile and quiet environment than the floors below. Bennett stepped out, his cleaning cart squeaking softly on the polished floor, the brown leather-bound journal held securely in his hand, ready to fulfill the request on the faded flyer.
Bennett stepped out of the elevator onto the quiet, more sterile environment of Level 3, the brown leather-bound journal held securely in his hand . The polished floor reflected the muted overhead lighting, and the air felt cool and hummed with the low thrum of unseen machinery . He scanned the hallway for any signs indicating the "Research Wing" . Unlike the busier floors below with their developer offices and break rooms, this level felt more secluded, with closed doors lining the corridor, many bearing nondescript labels .
Recalling the instructions on the flyer – "return to ‘M’ - Level 3, Research Wing" – Bennett wasn't entirely sure where to find this "Research Wing." He considered his options. He could wander down the hallway, hoping to spot some identifying signage, but he was also aware that he shouldn't technically be on this floor with his brown wristband. He decided it would be best to ask for directions if he encountered anyone.
As he walked a little further, he noticed a door slightly ajar down the hall, a soft rhythmic whirring sound emanating from within. Curiosity piqued, and telling himself it might be related to research or technology, he cautiously approached . Peeking inside, he saw a brightly lit room filled with rows upon rows of blinking servers and sophisticated-looking computer equipment – a server room . A man was standing near a newly installed rack of machines, fiddling with some cables. He had his back to Bennett, and the faint hum of the equipment filled the air .
Gathering his courage, Bennett cleared his throat gently . The man turned around, and Bennett saw a face that was focused and slightly tired, as if he had been concentrating intently on his work . This man, Bennett surmised, must be Esteban, the owner of the journal .
Holding up the brown leather-bound journal, Bennett said, his voice polite, "Excuse me, are you... Esteban?" .
The man's eyes widened slightly as he saw the journal in Bennett's hand . A look of relief washed over his face, replacing the earlier concentration. "Yes, that's me! Where did you find this?" he asked, stepping forward with a grateful expression .
"I found it in a general office area on the second floor," Bennett explained, remembering where he had emptied the trash can and discovered the lost item . "There was a flyer saying it belonged to someone on Level 3 in the Research Wing, 'M'." He held out the journal towards Esteban.
Esteban took the journal with a sigh of relief, clutching it almost protectively . "Yes, that's me. Esteban... and some people here call me 'M' for short, it's a long story," he chuckled softly . He ran his hand over the worn leather cover. "I was just hooking up some new servers," he gestured towards the blinking machines . "I must have dropped it without realizing. Thank you so much for finding it. These notes are… quite important," Esteban said, a hint of urgency in his voice .
Bennett felt a surge of satisfaction at returning the lost item. "You're very welcome," he replied, glad he had decided to make the detour to Level 3 . He was curious about the "research notes" the flyer had mentioned and Esteban's relieved reaction only amplified that curiosity. He wondered if they had anything to do with Ludere Online .
Esteban, still holding the journal, looked at Bennett more closely. He noticed the brown wristband. "You're facilities, right?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone. "How did you know to bring it up here?"
Bennett explained about finding the flyer. "I just wanted to make sure it got back to its owner," he said, hoping he didn't sound like he was overstepping his bounds.
Esteban smiled warmly. "Well, I really appreciate it. These notes are related to some upcoming updates for Ludere Online," he confided, glancing around the server room as if sharing a secret . "Specifically, some optimizations and new data structures we're implementing."
Bennett's ears perked up at the mention of Ludere Online. He remembered the beta testers downstairs discussing the Blightscale Naga and the Sunken Temple ruins. He wondered if these "optimizations and new data structures" had anything to do with those in-game elements.
"Well, I'm glad I could help," Bennett said again, trying not to pry further . He knew he should probably get back to his cleaning duties.
Esteban nodded, still looking relieved. "Thank you again. You have no idea how much of a headache it would have been to recreate all of this." He smiled gratefully. "Please, let me at least offer you a coffee or something for your trouble."
Bennett, mindful of his limited authorization on this floor, politely declined. "No, thank you, I should really get going. Just glad it's back with you," he said.
Esteban nodded understandingly. "Well, thank you again. You're a lifesaver," he said, turning back towards his blinking servers, the brown leather-bound journal now safely in his possession .
Bennett turned and headed back towards the elevators, a small sense of accomplishment accompanying the familiar squeak of his cleaning cart. He had successfully returned the lost journal to its owner, Esteban, who was indeed the 'M' mentioned on the flyer and was working on Ludere Online-related matters in the server room on Level 3 . Despite his initial nervousness about being on the floor, the interaction had been positive. Now, he needed to get back to his regular cleaning routine and hope no one had noticed his brief detour.
Bennett, having just returned Esteban's lost notebook in the server room on Level 3 , now continued with his cleaning duties. Recalling Carol's updated instructions, he knew that the developer office, Room 312 and the adjacent common area in "Development – Sector Gamma," were now part of his regular cleaning route. A sense of nervous anticipation mixed with a quiet thrill accompanied this knowledge.
He made his way back to the elevators, swiping his brown wristband to access the appropriate floors. As he descended to the floor where the developer offices were located, his mind briefly wandered to his recent interaction with Esteban. The mention of Ludere Online updates and optimizations had piqued his interest, especially considering his own secret forays into the game as ProlixalParagon. He wondered if the "new machines" Esteban had been hooking up were related to these upcoming changes.
Upon reaching the correct floor, Bennett pushed his cleaning cart along the quiet hallway towards "Development – Sector Gamma". The low hum emanating from behind the closed door now held a sense of familiarity. He reached the door and swiped his brown wristband against the sensor. The green light blinked obligingly, granting him access. He was officially authorized to enter.
He pushed the door open, noting that a few developers were still working. Frank looked up from his monitor, offering a tired but welcoming smile. Sean, the beta tester with the red wristband, swiveled in his chair and gave a nod. Jason, the younger developer, glanced up briefly and gave a nod of acknowledgement before returning his attention to his monitor.
"Hey, Bennett! Back again," Frank said. Sean chimed in with a playful grin, "Look who it is! Our favorite problem solver".
Bennett felt a slight flush creep up his neck, a familiar mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of belonging. "Evening, Frank. Sean. Jason," he replied, wheeling his cart into the office. "Just here to do my rounds. Carol updated my schedule".
"Yeah, we heard," Frank said. "Glad to have your… meticulousness up here on a regular basis".
Bennett began his cleaning routine, carefully dusting the numerous monitors and tidying the scattered papers. Empty energy drink cans and scattered papers still bore testament to their ongoing work. The rhythmic tapping of keyboards filled the air as Frank and Sean returned to their work, their conversation about the game continuing intermittently.
As he emptied a wastepaper basket, he noticed a crumpled sketch of a creature that looked vaguely reptilian with glowing eyes – not unlike the Jadefang Basilisk he had researched on the forums. Next to it were some hastily scribbled notes about "venom resistance" and "lure near water". He filed this information away in his mind, a potential detail he might encounter in his own explorations as ProlixalParagon.
Frank sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This new weather system is causing all sorts of unexpected issues. We thought it would just be a visual enhancement, but it’s affecting mob behavior in unpredictable ways," he gestured to his screen. "Apparently, the Soohanan Maulers are now retreating into caves during heavy rain, which wasn’t their intended behavior. Players are getting frustrated because they can’t find them for their quests".
Bennett, while wiping down a dusty shelf full of game design books, paused, a thought occurring to him. "Excuse me, Frank," he said hesitantly, "I might have seen some discussion about that on the forums. Some players were mentioning difficulty finding certain creatures in Soohan after the recent patch." He tried to keep his tone casual, as if he were merely relaying something he had overheard.
Frank looked up, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Really? What were they saying?"
Bennett elaborated on some of the player theories he had read – speculation about altered spawn rates and unintentional triggers for mob retreats. He carefully avoided mentioning his own limited in-game experience in Soohan, drawing solely from the forum discussions.
Frank and Sean exchanged intrigued glances. "See? I told you the player feedback was all over the place," Sean said to Frank. "But if even someone who just reads the forums is picking up on this inconsistency..."
“They also talked about the lack of updates to feats and abilities. There was some hot debate about whether they should even be separate. Personally, if it were me, Id keep them separate given their specific intended functions and how they can be gained traditionally. Bennett mused.
"That's a really interesting point you bring up," Frank said, leaning back in his chair and stroking his chin thoughtfully. "The distinction between feats and passive skills... it's something we've been iterating on. We have them listed separately in the current design documents, but we haven't fully solidified their roles and how they interact."
Sean nodded, tapping his pen against his tablet. "Yeah, right now, our 'Feats' are kind of a grab bag of things that don't quite fit neatly into active abilities or always-on passives. Some have cooldowns, some are one-time use, and others provide persistent bonuses. It feels a bit… messy."
Jason swiveled his chair slightly, his attention still partly on his monitor but clearly engaged in the conversation. "We were thinking of feats as these special, often unique, boosts that a character could unlock through specific achievements or milestones . For instance, completing a particularly challenging solo dungeon might grant a feat that increases damage against a specific type of creature, like 'Bane of Basilisks' ."
Bennett, who had been subtly continuing his dusting, paused, his interest piqued. He thought about the "Feats" section on ProlixalParagon's stat sheet, which was currently empty. "From a player perspective," he began tentatively, "the distinction could be a bit confusing if it's not very clear in-game. The examples you gave make sense – a specific, earned bonus like 'Bane of Basilisks' feels like a feat ."
He then considered the "Passive Skills" section on his own character sheet, which was also empty, despite the "Passive Skills: What Are They?" excerpt explaining that they are always-active abilities gained through various means, including inherited traits and reputation. He connected this to his currently active inherited traits: "Lunar Reflexes" and "Unrooted Identity". "But then, what about something that's always active, perhaps tied to your background or lineage?" he continued. "Like, if a character has the 'Noble Lineage' background, they might passively gain a small bonus to their starting reputation with noble factions – would that be a passive skill gained from their background, or could it be considered an inherent feat?"
Frank considered this. "That's a good point. We've been considering tying passive skills to things like leveling milestones, inherited traits, and faction reputation. For instance, reaching a certain level might grant a passive skill like 'Improved Stamina Regen', or having a high reputation with the Mercenary Guild could unlock 'Tireless,' reducing stamina drain."
Sean chimed in, "And we've also discussed passive skills that could have detrimental effects, like 'Unstable Aura' for characters with a chaotic magical background, which might randomly disrupt spellcasting." Bennett recalled his own "Magical Burnout" inherited trait, wondering if it might manifest as a detrimental passive skill.
"So," Bennett ventured, trying to synthesize their points, "it sounds like passive skills are intended to be these consistent, ongoing effects, whether beneficial or detrimental, often tied to fundamental aspects of the character like their level, background, or reputation."
"Exactly," Jason affirmed. "They're meant to shape how your character inherently functions in the world."
"And feats," Bennett continued, thinking back to the initial definition, "are more like these special, often earned or discovered, abilities that provide a more specific or sometimes temporary advantage ." He considered the examples they had given. "The 'Bane of Basilisks' feat is a good example – it's a specific bonus against a particular enemy type. What about something that has a limited use or a cooldown, like the 'Riposte' ability for the Duelist specialization? Would that be considered a feat?"
Frank leaned forward. "That's where the line gets a bit blurry in our current design. 'Riposte' is an active ability that you trigger, but it's also a very specific, powerful counterattack. We've debated whether to categorize such limited-use, impactful abilities as feats or keep them as distinct active skills with cooldowns ."
Sean added, "We also have some abilities that are passive but trigger under specific conditions, like the 'Adrenaline Surge' passive skill that grants bonus speed and reaction time when your health drops low. That feels more like a passive skill than a feat, even though it's situational."
Bennett thought about the "Lunar Reflexes" inherited trait on his character sheet. "Perhaps one way to differentiate them could be the level of direct player control?" he suggested. "Passive skills are always active or trigger automatically based on certain conditions. Feats, even if passive in effect, might feel like something 'earned' or 'unlocked' through a specific achievement, giving the player a sense of accomplishment beyond just leveling up or gaining reputation ."
Jason nodded slowly. "So, feats could be these 'milestone rewards' that offer a unique, often more powerful, but potentially more situational, bonus ."
"And active abilities," Bennett continued, thinking of the Swordsman specializations, "are the skills that players actively choose to use, often with resource costs or cooldowns ."
Frank tapped his finger on the desk. "That's a clearer way to think about it. Maybe feats should be reserved for those special, often unique, bonuses gained through specific accomplishments, while passive skills are the more fundamental, always-on or condition-triggered enhancements."
Sean considered this. "What about feats that have a limited number of uses? For example, a feat that allows you to revive once per day? That's a specific, powerful ability, but it's definitely not always active." He might have been thinking of the "Reforged Soul" boon of the Xal’thun race, which allows a revival once per in-game week.
"That still feels more like a feat to me," Bennett replied, "because it's a distinct, impactful ability with a clear limitation. It's not a constant, underlying effect like a passive skill."
"So," Frank summarized, looking at Sean and Jason, "perhaps we should refine the categories like this:
- Passive Skills: Always active or trigger automatically based on conditions, often tied to core character aspects like level, race, background, or reputation.
- Feats: Special, often unique, abilities or bonuses earned through specific achievements, which can be always-on, have limited uses, or have cooldowns but represent a significant, often more impactful, advantage .
- Active Abilities: Skills that players consciously choose to use, often requiring resources or having cooldowns ."
Jason nodded. "That seems to create a clearer structure."
Sean tapped on his tablet. "It would also help players understand how they're progressing and what kind of bonuses they can expect from different types of character development."
Bennett felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. The developers seemed to have found his input helpful in clarifying their own design considerations. He continued to subtly clean the area, listening as they began to discuss specific examples of current feats and passive skills and how they might be re-categorized under this new framework. The hum of their conversation filled the room, now focused on this more refined understanding of character progression.
"Well," Bennett said, placing his now empty mug back on the counter, "as much as I’m enjoying this conversation – and I genuinely appreciate you all taking the time to chat with me – I should probably get back to my duties. Don’t want Mr. Davies to think his new developer office cleaner is slacking off". He gave a self-deprecating smile.
Frank chuckled. "Alright, alright. But seriously, Bennett, thanks again for your input. It’s been more helpful than you probably realize".
Sean nodded. "Yeah, anytime you have more of those ‘forum insights,’ feel free to share. Even if it’s while you’re emptying our trash". He grinned.
Jason gave a thumbs-up from his computer. "And thanks for not mentioning my energy drink graveyard".
Bennett smiled. "My lips are sealed. And you’re welcome, sirs. I’m happy to help in any way I can". He turned to retrieve his cleaning cart, a new sense of purpose accompanying the familiar squeak of its wheels as he headed towards the door. The conversation had been an unexpected and welcome detour from his usual routine, making him feel a little less like just the janitor and a bit more like part of the Alluring Realms team.
Bennett pushed his cleaning cart out of the developer room, the soft hum of their continued brainstorming a pleasant sound in his ears. He carefully maneuvered the cart towards the janitorial supply closet, a small smile playing on his lips. The developers' genuine interest in his opinions had been unexpected, a stark contrast to the usual indifference he felt. The feeling of being seen, of his thoughts being valued, was a novel and welcome sensation.
He checked his watch quickly – less than an hour left. He still had to empty the trash on the first floor and do a quick run through the employee break rooms, but now he felt more focused. He hurried through the offices, getting the trash and straightening things up. The tiredness from before was kinda gone, replaced by this buzzy feeling because of talking to the devs and the thought of getting back into Ludere Online.
The break rooms were the usual mess, but Bennett got to work, wiping down tables, grabbing wrappers, and quickly vacuuming. But his mind was already on the storage room and that misplaced D.I.V.E. pod. The idea of logging back in as ProlixalParagon, his white fur containing swirls and patterns of rich black, was really pulling at him. He wondered what else he'd find in Oakhaven and if he'd see Blair or Emmarie the baker again.
With the last bit of trash from the break room in the big bin, Bennett checked his watch again. Just fifteen minutes left. He quickly put his cleaning stuff back in the closet, the squeak of the cart barely even registering he was so focused on what he wanted to do next.
Finally, making sure nobody was around, Bennett headed to the quieter hall that led to the storage room. His heart was beating a little faster now. He got to the door, the green light above it looking like a silent go-ahead. He swiped his brown wristband one last time for the night and slipped inside, the familiar dusty smell of the storage room almost welcoming. There, in the middle of the old equipment, stood the smooth, black shape of the D.I.V.E. pod, waiting for him.
Bennett stood in the dim storage room, the black monolith of the D.I.V.E. pod a silent invitation to escape into the vibrant world of Ludere Online. Yet, tonight, the familiar hum and the promise of adventure held little appeal. The memory of Dave’s voice, sharp and dismissive, dissecting his value as a mere source of “unique” insights and forum research, hung heavy in the air, more potent than the musty scent of forgotten equipment. The carefully nurtured hope of a transfer to the beta program, a dream he had clung to as he navigated his janitorial duties and clandestine immersions, felt like dust in his mouth.
He turned his back on the pod, the allure of ProlixalParagon and the mysteries of Soohan fading in the face of a more immediate and unsettling reality. It was close to midnight; the silence of the Alluring Realms facility was punctuated only by the low thrum of the building's systems. He knew Dave often worked late, and a desperate resolve solidified within him. He needed answers, a clarification, or perhaps even a confrontation about the words he had inadvertently overheard.
Leaving the cleaning cart behind, a rare oversight driven by the urgency of his purpose, Bennett made his way through the dimly lit administrative wing. The hum of the fluorescent lights, usually a monotonous drone, now seemed to amplify the nervous energy thrumming within him. He moved with a purposeful stride, his brown wristband, the symbol of his mundane existence within these walls, suddenly feeling like a brand of his perceived insignificance.
He found Dave’s office door slightly ajar, a thin sliver of light cutting through the surrounding darkness. Dave was shrugging into his overcoat, his briefcase already sitting on the edge of his polished desk, a clear indication that he was preparing to leave for the night. A knot of apprehension tightened in Bennett’s stomach, but the desire for clarity outweighed his hesitation.
"Mr. Smith?" Bennett’s voice, though intended to be firm, came out slightly strained, echoing in the quiet hallway.
Dave turned, a flicker of surprise momentarily softening the usual professional detachment in his eyes. “Bennett. What is it? Something I can help you with?” He glanced at his watch, a subtle yet unmistakable cue that his time was limited.
Bennett stepped fully into the office, the fluorescent lights casting sharp shadows across the room. He took a deep breath, attempting to quell the tremor in his voice. "Yes, sir. It's about something I overheard a while ago… a phone conversation you were having." He paused, meeting Dave’s gaze directly, his own holding a mixture of vulnerability and a newfound, quiet determination. "You were talking about me, sir. About my… involvement with Ludere Online." He waited, the silence in the office suddenly thick with unspoken tension, for Dave’s reaction to his unexpected disclosure.
Dave sighed, a drawn-out sound that seemed to deflate some of the remaining tension in the office. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze meeting Bennett’s with a newfound directness that lacked the usual professional polish. “Yes, Bennett,” Dave said, his voice now carrying a note of weariness. “What you overheard… it was indeed the case. I have no current plans to transfer you to the formal beta testing program.”
A cold wave washed over Bennett, mirroring the sensation he had experienced when he first overheard those damning words. The fragile hope he had carried, fueled by his dedication to Ludere Online and Dave’s seemingly encouraging words during their reports, felt like it had been shattered beyond repair. The late hour, the quiet office, the confirmation of his deepest fear – it created a heavy, suffocating atmosphere. His initial impulse, the urge to confront Dave with anger, warred with the ingrained caution he had cultivated over years of customer service and simply trying to make ends meet. He thought of Brecken, his fragile health, and the crucial benefits tied to his job – the very job that had allowed him this precarious access to Ludere Online.
A mix of emotions churned within him: disappointment, certainly, but also a sharp sting of betrayal. Dave had listened to his reports, had even seemed impressed by his insights. He had held out the implicit promise of something more, a chance to contribute meaningfully to the game he loved. Had it all been a calculated manipulation, a way to exploit his unique perspective without offering any real reward? The praise for his “valuable information” and “genuine aptitude” now echoed in his mind with a cynical twist.
He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady despite the tremor that ran through him. He had come here seeking clarity, and he had received a devastating confirmation. But the “why” still hung in the air, a burning question that demanded an answer.
“Mr. Smith,” Bennett began, his voice a little rough around the edges, betraying the turmoil he felt. He consciously unclenched his fists, forcing himself to maintain a semblance of composure. “I… I understand what I overheard now. But… why? You’ve said my forum research is useful, that I have a… unique way of experiencing the game. You’ve even seemed interested in my suggestions.” He recalled Frank and the developers' positive reaction to his ideas, a stark contrast to Dave's decision. “If I’m providing valuable insights, if I have a genuine interest and, if I may say so, a growing understanding of Ludere Online… why not consider me for the beta program?” He leaned forward slightly in his chair, his gaze earnest. “What is the reason you aren’t going to transfer me?”
Dave leaned back slightly in his chair, a pragmatic air settling over him. “The truth is, Bennett, we just completed our last round of beta tester recruitment last month. It was a fairly extensive process, and those new hires are scheduled to begin their onboarding and initial testing protocols over the next month. Ludere Online is about to enter a significant new phase of development, and these testers will be integral to that process.”
Bennett listened, a fresh wave of disappointment washing over him, though this time it was tempered with a degree of understanding. He recalled overhearing developers discussing the need for new beta testers previously, so the recent hiring round wasn’t entirely unexpected. The timing, however, felt like a cruel twist of fate, his hopes having only recently solidified. He thought of the beta testers he sometimes saw in the break rooms, their red wristbands a constant reminder of what he yearned for. The idea that a whole new cohort was about to dive into the world he was so desperate to explore stung.
Dave continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “At this specific juncture, Bennett, we can’t simply transfer you into the Ludere Online beta testing program unless one of the currently contracted testers were to, for some unforeseen reason, drop out. That’s a rare occurrence, and certainly not something we can plan for.” His words painted a stark picture – his immediate dream was essentially contingent on someone else’s failure or departure. It felt like an incredibly long shot, not the tangible opportunity he had hoped to secure.
A new possibility was then offered, though it held considerably less immediate appeal for Bennett. “However,” Dave added, his gaze briefly softening, “Alluring Realms is a growing company with several other game titles in various stages of development. While I can’t make any promises at this point, there is a chance that your demonstrated interest and the insights you’ve provided, particularly if they continue to be valuable, could potentially lead to an opportunity to join the beta testing program for one of our other upcoming games at a later time.”
Bennett’s mind raced. While the acknowledgment of his potential was appreciated, his heart was firmly set on Ludere Online. He had immersed himself in its lore, researched its mechanics, and even contributed to its design in unexpected ways through his interactions with Frank and the developers. The thought of dedicating his efforts to an entirely different game, one he knew nothing about, felt like a consolation prize he wasn’t sure he wanted, at least not yet. His passion was for the intricate world behind the D.I.V.E. pod in the storage room, the world of Soohan and the Red Fox Caravan.
He thought of his clandestine immersions as ProlixalParagon, the tentative connections he was making within the game, and the weight of Dave’s newfound interest in his experiences. To shift his focus now felt like abandoning a path he had already begun to tread, a world he was just starting to understand.
A mix of disappointment and a lingering sliver of hope warred within him. The immediate transfer was off the table, a significant blow. But the door wasn’t entirely closed; a different door, leading to an unknown virtual world, might open in the future. He needed more information, a clearer understanding of Dave’s intentions.
“I… I understand, Mr. Smith,” Bennett replied, trying to keep his disappointment from being too evident. He chose his words carefully. “Thank you for the explanation. Could you perhaps tell me a little more about the ‘next phase of development’ for Ludere Online? Will the focus shift in a way that might eventually necessitate more beta testers with different perspectives, perhaps after this initial group gets settled?” He also wanted to subtly gauge the timeline for these other potential beta opportunities. “And regarding the other games Alluring Realms is developing, are they in a similar immersive VR format, or are they different types of games?” He hoped these questions would provide him with a better understanding of the overall landscape and whether he should hold onto hope for Ludere Online or start to consider these other possibilities more seriously.
Dave nodded slowly, his gaze momentarily softening before returning to its usual professional composure. “Yes, Bennett, we can certainly discuss this further,” he stated, his hand now firmly on his briefcase. “However, it is quite late, and as you can see,” he glanced pointedly at his watch, “I was about to head home for the night. I trust you understand.”
Bennett nodded, a flicker of disappointment once again surfacing. He had hoped for a more immediate explanation, a deeper understanding of why his specific contributions weren’t enough to warrant a spot in the Ludere Online beta. The prospect of waiting until morning, after another potential night of janitorial duties and perhaps even clandestine gaming, felt like a postponement of a crucial conversation. The uncertainty lingered, a knot in his stomach that the promise of future beta testing for an unknown game did little to alleviate. His passion was for Ludere Online.
Dave continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “Why don’t you focus on your usual tasks tonight, Bennett? Perhaps spend some more time in Ludere Online if you have the opportunity, gathering those ‘unique’ insights you’ve become known for.” A faint, almost imperceptible hint of a smile played on his lips as he used Bennett’s own overheard descriptor. “Then, in the morning, after you’ve completed your shift and had some rest, come and see me. You can give me a full report on your recent experiences in the game, and we can revisit the topic of potential beta opportunities then. How does that sound?”
Bennett hesitated for a moment. He wanted to press Dave further, to understand the reasoning behind being passed over for the current beta round despite his perceived value. The mention of his “unique way of experiencing the game” and “valuable information” felt almost mocking in light of Dave’s earlier dismissive tone during the phone call. However, he also recognized the finality in Dave’s demeanor, the clear indication that the conversation was drawing to a close. He didn’t want to risk jeopardizing their already unusual arrangement by being overly insistent or confrontational, especially given the precarious nature of his janitorial position and the crucial health benefits it provided for Brecken.
“Yes, Mr. Smith,” Bennett replied, trying to keep his voice even and respectful. “That sounds… acceptable. I understand.” He suppressed a sigh, knowing that another night would pass with unanswered questions weighing on his mind. The allure of Ludere Online, usually a welcome escape, now felt somewhat tainted by the underlying uncertainty of his real-world situation and his dashed hopes. He thought of ProlixalParagon and the adventures awaiting in Soohan, but the knowledge that his passion might be seen merely as a tool for the company, without offering him genuine advancement, cast a shadow over the virtual world.
Dave nodded, picking up his briefcase from the edge of the desk. “Excellent. In that case, I’ll see you in the morning, Bennett. Try not to… overdo it tonight.” He offered a final, somewhat ambiguous look before turning and heading towards the office door. The sliver of light in the hallway widened as he opened it, then narrowed again as he stepped out, leaving Bennett alone in the dimly lit office with the weight of his unfulfilled aspirations and the promise of a conversation that would have to wait until the dawn. The hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to underscore the quiet disappointment that settled over Bennett as he watched the door click shut behind the CEO. He was left once again to navigate the space between blade and burden, both in the vibrant world of Ludere Online and the more mundane, yet equally consequential, reality of Alluring Realms