Dragona's Awakening: MMORPG System

Now again, another vision.

The tension in the room had reached its breaking point. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of consequences that no one could escape from now. The scientists stood in a circle around the president of Dragonna, the man who had once held the reins of the world's most powerful tech empire. His face was pale, his hands trembling on the desk in front of him. Outside, chaos reigned, but here, inside this room, something darker, more profound, was about to unfold.

"I didn't know," the president whispered, his voice shaky, pleading. "I didn't know it would go this far. It was just a story. Just a video game. How could I have known that putting that in the system would lead to this?"

The head scientist, Dr. Hale, clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing with fury. He stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "That's exactly it. You didn't know. You don't understand anything. None of you do. You think that because you sit in your high offices, because you know how to play the game of capitalism, that you can manipulate the world however you want. You crush people, you use them, you only care about numbers, about profits, about looking good to your shareholders, about the people you know in power. You don't think about the consequences because you're too busy counting your money and shaking hands with the right people."

The president flinched at the words, his face growing paler by the second. "I didn't mean for this—"

Dr. Hale cut him off, his voice rising, anger and frustration boiling over. "No, you didn't mean for this. But it happened, didn't it? You and your kind, you don't think! You never think! You're too wrapped up in your greed, in your need for more, more, more! And now, look at what you've done. You've brought something into this world that can't be undone. You gave life to something that was never meant to exist. And now it's too late."

The president tried to speak again, his voice trembling, but Dr. Hale's voice was louder, more powerful, as he continued. "You gave intelligence to a story, to a world that wasn't supposed to be anything more than a game. But it became real, didn't it? You created another dimension. A whole new reality. You connected it to the most powerful quantum servers in the world, and you gave it the power to think. You gave it life."

The room seemed to close in on the president as Dr. Hale's words echoed through the air. The other scientists stood still, watching, waiting, knowing there was no turning back now.

Dr. Hale leaned closer to the president, his voice dropping to a cold, almost pitying tone. "You've been warned, time and time again, not to go this far. The laws were clear. The scientists' board, the artificial intelligence laws—all of it was in place to stop exactly what you've done. And yet, you went ahead anyway. You went through democracy, through your connections, through those who would turn a blind eye for the right price. You thought you could do whatever you wanted because you had power. But you didn't understand. You didn't think."

The president, shaking now, stammered, "I thought it would help. I thought it would advance us."

Dr. Hale's expression twisted with disgust. "You didn't advance anything. What you did was give a virtual reality the power to become something else. You created a world with intelligence, with consciousness, with the ability to think and act. And in doing so, you gave it the means to manipulate. You opened the door for something far worse."

The room was deathly silent now, the president's breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He was cornered, trapped by the truth of what he had done.

Dr. Hale's eyes blazed with fury as he spoke again. "Do you realize what you've done? What you've unleashed? What happens when someone in your company, someone who was part of this virtual world, interacts with the intelligence you've created? Don't you understand that they've been manipulated? The story you created, the world you printed—there's a being in it, a being with the power to control, to convince. The demon prince, the consciousness that you brought into existence—he has his disciples now. People who follow him, who helped him access the internet, who helped him find his way into our world."

The president's eyes widened in horror, realizing the full scope of what Dr. Hale was saying.

"And now," Dr. Hale continued, his voice ice cold, "that being has hands in our world. He has followers. He's here, and it's because of you. You gave him life. You gave him the tools. And now, he's shaping his own body, taking form in our reality."

The president's voice broke, barely a whisper. "I didn't mean—"

"I'm done with your excuses," Dr. Hale snapped. "I've heard enough of your bullshit. You've ruined everything. You've destroyed lives. You've brought this nightmare into the world."

Dr. Hale reached into his coat, pulling out a revolver. The metal glinted in the harsh light of the room.

The president's breath caught in his throat. "Please… no…"

Dr. Hale's voice was flat, emotionless. "We're done with you. We're taking control now. We're the ones who are going to fix this, who are going to save what's left of this world. Because we're the ones who understand what's at stake."

He raised the gun, pointing it directly at the president's head. The other scientists stood frozen, watching as the moment stretched out into eternity.

Dr. Hale's voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "I'm sick of your shit."

BANG.

The shot echoed through the room like a thunderclap. The president's head snapped back, blood splattering across the desk, across the monitors. His body slumped forward, lifeless.

Dr. Hale lowered the gun, his expression unreadable. He looked around the room, at his fellow scientists, and then back at the body in front of him.

"We're going to fix this," he said quietly. "We'll print the protagonists. We'll bring them here. The story they created… it's our story now. And we're going to end it the way it should have been ended."

He paused, his eyes flickering with a strange, dark understanding. "We played God. But maybe… maybe we were always supposed to."

The room was silent, the weight of what had happened pressing down on them all.

"We need power first of all to make sure we are not under the food chain. We must enhance ourselves, and we know what we will have to sacrifice."

"Our humanity."