WIC Player

Team

The gallery has some data regarding the reports of previous few months. Most of the data mentioned failed missions and the progress report of the new players.

After shuffling many reports, Mudda slammed them on the table because there was nothing notable that could help him. After all he was not supposed to contact failed players in the field.

Mudda understood that his enemy only left few useless files here. It seemed all his paths were restricted so that he could feel helpless and give up.

Well giving up was not option for him. Mudda never gave up in his career of missions and killing monsters. He was stubborn.

Now that the enemy wanted to chase him inside the west forest he was willing to bet and see the guts. In a way the Skythrone Continent became prison for him where enemies were keeping eyes at his actions and any time ready to hunt him down.

He flashed his eyes at the old gallery. There was nothing noticeable, it was time to leave the building and search players. As long as he could get five or six player it would make perfect team. Mudda did not need longer his stay in the building.

Kara could potentially harm him by creating some excuse. Mudda decided that he would head toward the west forests and cross six regions in the way. He was confident to get the loyalty of some players during his journey.

There were six regions before the west forests and it was natural for the teams to be in six regions for the sake of relics and hunting. None of the company ever stopped their missions because relics were in demand always. It was part of big business.

No matter if some company faced loss of players for missions still they would keep the battles continue for the sake of relics.

All five continents have specific type of monsters and their characteristics. The unique qualities of the relics made it necessary for seventy five percent of the population to demand whenever they need for various purposes.

All types of relics remained in circle for the sake of business. For this the players were forced to continue missions through thick and thin.

Mudda had been in the same situation for several years, he knew the difficulties of the new players and those who were running missions.

At many points of the mission the players were injured or they were vulnerable to stand against the monster. In those cases the help of stronger player could be called heaven sent.

Mudda decided to look for such teams and see if he could get the loyalty of some good players. Six regions were enough to venture. After entering in the west forest he would not be able to follow his plan.

The west forests itself were hellish place to begin with. Any type of monster or freaks could bring surprise attacks.

Mudda looked at empty chair. Kara was sitting there during meeting. Mudda nodded at the emptiness of the hall and the strangeness of the building.

He was ready to leave. One hundred and fifty days were given for the completion of the last mission. This was also an ultimatum for the destruction of this branch. Kara personally planned final day to give big blow to the owners of the WIC Company.

This was just beginning of endless destruction till the last branch executive give up in front of the enemies.

Who would have thought that the most popular company would be facing demise very time soon? Actually the demise was not visible currently.

When leaving the building Mudda looked toward the guard player, he might have asked him but guard duty was fixed.

He sighed and left. It was all on his shoulders to carry the mission with or without team. The first region was not far off from the branch and it was one of the safest places for newbie players. They could do the initial level missions in this region.

Mudda did not need to invest much time in this region because lowest level players might not be able to stand the hardships of the mission. The newbie players would get scared from the monsters of west forests much less to defeat them under the circumstances.

He was not hoping any good outcome in case he took risk to give chance. However there was another problem. Mudda could not neglect that he was under strict eyes of his enemies. He could expect their resistance or sudden appearance to attack. They could surround him.

There were several aspects and thoughts running in his head when he crossed the building area and entered in the first region. It was muddy place as always. None changed in the previous ten years. This region was dewy. The normal ground effortlessly became muddy every morning after the dew and it remained same throughout the day.

It was evening at the moment so Mudda could feel the dropping dew on his body once or twice during walk. The forest was not thick however the weather turned damp because of the nearness with the lake. Due to the muddy ground most players halt their missions in the night.

The monsters could decisively make use of the ground against the players. Mix breed monsters were smart enough to battle against the players in most circumstances. Mudda was not alone. A player was following behind.

Mudda had the premonition about it. He was sure that Kara would send his men to chase and if possible attack. Missions were taken as the life of the players. In case some players died during missions the company would pay fix amount of wealth to the family of the player once for all.

It was simple rule as for the players were concerned they were free to make use of every opportunity to upgrade their weapons.

Well every player could not compromise on this aspect of the missions. Some of them even go against the mission holder.

For each team there were fixed measures as to how many relics they should submit to the branch in single mission, the players would vie for the rest of relics if they hunted more than the expected amount within the mission completion time.

Mission time was important for the players. They could rest easy after the mission completion, go back the branch or hunt down more monsters to upgrade their weapons.

All depended on their choice.

Few players were limited to do what the mission required while others wished to compete in the weapon level. Every level of the weapon could give benefits along with strength. Most players wanted to become stronger and famous in the branch or get recognition from the seniors of the company.

They have set some future achievements and they enthusiastically pursue their dreams.

Mudda was thinking to locate enthusiastic type of players and add them in the team. Hardworking players always stayed ready to take risk during missions. They knew that without risk they would remain stuck at the lowest point of strength with weak weapons.

All these were important aspects to consider before gathering team members and Mudda was trying to focus despite the enemy secretly walking behind.

A team was still battling in the region. It was the second last day for mission. The required amount of the low level relics had yet to meet. Half of the team members were injured. Their weapons were strong to fight against the monster.

The muddy monster was big headache; when the team thought they could win, the heavy dew turned the tide of the battle. The monster got upper hand.

It brought trouble for the players. The weapons were unable to leave significant injury at the monster. The current situation was not favorable. It was hard to tell the location of the players and the place of the monster. Both were covered in the mud.

The monster was faster than the reaction of the players. It was throwing mud like the thick rain kind of tricking the poor players then attacking suddenly. The slippery ground was challenge for the players were helpless. One of them slipped to avoid the attack and miserably fell breaking bone. The other got injury due to hidden attack.

They were searching the monster. The monster was wading in the mud earlier but now it was nowhere to be seen. It was not hiding instead sitting not moving at all and enjoying to look at the baffled team.

“Where the hell it is hiding? I told you to keep eyes. Now you will face the rage of the boss.” The mission holder blamed the player for losing the tracks of the monster.

The player could not speak anything because the mud on the lips would spoil his mouth.

He was quite frustrated at this moment. The mission holder endlessly blamed him for everything. It was getting nonsensical. However the player did not want to add his comment. He wished to get the relic for sake of mission in order to not kicked from the team.

It was rule of the company when they hire new players in any branch. If the new player failed in three consecutive missions to get relic he would be kicked out of the branch.

Most newbie players were afraid of this kicking. They wanted to complete the mission at any cost. Olper did not want to get kicked and it was his third mission. He failed previous two. The reason was simple. The mission holder put all blames on his shoulders for his failure.

No one bothered to listen his explanation. This third mission was last chance or else he would be kicked from the branch.

Olper recently joined mission hunting, he was quite confident until he saw how things work in the real missions. The clueless mission holder was acting dumb to lead the team instead he was blaming others.

Olper wished some miracle to save his day however he was disappointed at the end of effortful day without any positive outcome. One of the monster escaped during the way when they were trying to defeat or kill. Now this monster was acting all careless for their worry.