Lord of Solva: Players as My Pawns

Shaoran was back in Solva, standing at the edge of the dense forest. The air was thick and heavy with an oppressive energy. The System already gave some clues of Energy Mine..

After studying the system and its clues, he discovered the mine's location deep within a mountain range. 

He had to find it.

And so, with his 9mm in hand and a heavy pack on his back, he set off into the wild unknown. He had it for a long time only used in rare occasions. 

The journey wasn't easy. The terrain was unforgiving, with sharp rocks, thick brush, and unpredictable weather. He had only a handful of supplies left from his previous expedition. The small stash of food was running low, and the water bottles felt lighter with each passing step.

Despite all that, he pressed on.

His started drawing a map, It was crude. but it worked. Each line he sketched onto the paper felt like a victory, no matter how small. It was the only thing that kept him grounded in the chaos of this strange world.

But the real challenge began when he approached the mountain pass leading to the Mine. The path was littered with dead trees and jagged rocks. He could feel the pulse of it beneath his feet, the corruption in the air.

His fingers tightened around the grip of his gun. He didn't know how much longer it would last—twenty rounds. Not nearly enough for what he was about to face.

As he neared the entrance to the mine, a strange sound caught his attention. It was a low growl, followed by the scraping of claws against rock.

Shaoran froze.

He had learned to trust his instincts in this world. And they were screaming at him to move, to hide. His grip on the gun tightened, his breath slow and controlled. His eyes flicked toward the jagged entrance, where the darkness inside stretched endlessly. But something was already there. Something had been watching.

A gust of foul air rushed out from the mine, carrying with it the scent of decay. Then—a blur. A shifting shadow. And before he could react, it lunged.

A creature burst from the darkness, its elongated limbs moving with unnatural speed. It was tall, gaunt, its body twisted in ways that defied anatomy. Too many eyes blinked across its face and torso, glowing with a sickly yellow light. Its mouth was a mess of jagged teeth, its long, clawed fingers reaching out like spears.

Shaoran didn't hesitate. He raised his gun, his arm steady despite the adrenaline flooding his veins. He squeezed the trigger. The first shot cracked through the cavernous space, striking the beast square in the chest.

It barely flinched.

The creature let out a guttural screech, the sound reverberating through the mine, shaking loose dust and pebbles. It moved again—faster than before. Too fast.

Shaoran fired again. And again.

Each bullet tore into its flesh, but the creature didn't stop. It staggered back, but the momentary recoil was all it gave him. Then it lunged once more, closing the distance in a single monstrous leap.

Shaoran barely rolled away in time. Claws slashed through the air where he had been standing. He hit the ground hard, his shoulder slamming into stone. Pain flared, but he gritted his teeth and swung his gun up. Another shot.

The bullet punched through one of the creature's many eyes. It let out a pained shriek, reeling back, its limbs twitching violently. But instead of fleeing, it only grew more frenzied.

It lunged again, mouth opening wide. Too wide. Rows of serrated teeth lined the inside, writhing like hungry worms.

Shaoran twisted his body, barely avoiding its snapping jaws. The beast's breath was hot and rancid against his face. His back slammed against the rocky wall of the mine entrance. No more room to retreat.

The creature reared back and swung its claws.

Shaoran ducked. The claws missed his face by inches, striking the rock behind him with enough force to send a spray of stone shards flying. He lifted his gun again, aiming point-blank.

Click.

Empty.

His mind raced. He had to reload, but the creature wouldn't give him time. His eyes darted to the jagged rocks beside him. His only option.

With a growl of his own, he threw himself sideways, grabbing a fist-sized stone. He swung it up with all his strength, smashing it into the creature's jaw. The impact sent a jarring pain up his arm, but the beast reeled back, momentarily stunned.

A moment was all he needed.

Shaoran shoved himself to his feet, reaching into his belt. His hands moved fast, ejecting the empty magazine and slamming in a fresh one. He pulled back the slide, chambering a round just as the beast screeched and lunged again.

This time, he didn't miss.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The bullets tore into its head, each shot bursting through its grotesque flesh. One eye. Two eyes. Three. Black ichor splattered the cave floor, sizzling as it made contact with the air.

The creature wailed, thrashing violently, but Shaoran didn't stop. He kept firing, each shot driving the monster further into a convulsive retreat. Its body twisted, its limbs flailing wildly. Its grotesque mouth opened and closed in rapid spasms, as if trying to let out a scream but failing.

He took a step forward, pressing the barrel of his gun against the center of its skull.

One last shot.

The explosion of bone and flesh was loud in the confined space. The creature convulsed once, its many limbs twitching, before it collapsed in a heap.

For a long moment, Shaoran just stood there, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The silence that followed was thick, only broken by the slow, sickening drip of the monster's blood seeping into the stone.

He exhaled sharply, lowering his gun.

He had won.

But as he stared at the corpse, something in his gut told him—this wasn't the only one lurking in the dark.

He looked down at his firearm. For a second, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had spent so much money to get this gun, and now… he had no way of getting more ammo. How the hell would he explain to the seller back on Earth that he needed more 9mm rounds to kill monsters?

Focus, Shaoran.

He forced himself to look at the path ahead, the entrance to the Ena Mine beckoning. The Ruston stone was waiting for him. He didn't have time to waste.

The Hunt for the Ruston Stone

The mine was dark, cold, and filled with an eerie stillness. Shaoran's footsteps echoed against the walls as he ventured deeper, his heart pounding in his chest.

It wasn't long before he came across the first vein of the Ruston stone.

Red.

It glowed faintly, like a ruby, casting an ethereal light in the otherwise pitch-black mine. The stone was embedded in the walls, almost like it was alive, pulsing softly with energy.

This was it.

your dont have a name buddy so I am gonna call you Ruston stone. as the stone look like ruby so he give that name.

He reached for it with trembling hands, feeling a surge of anticipation rush through him. The stone felt cool to the touch, and for a brief moment, he thought he could feel the pulse of the world itself vibrating from it.