Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Science-like Magic VS Magic-like Science
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Kim Yun-sik. The young man using the ID Dimo in Beyond Elysion was, by his own reckoning, an ordinary gamer.
At least, he never doubted it.
Sure, people around him threw words like "shut-in," "demon," and "get a life" his way, but Dimo brushed it all off.
He had a steady job and just played games in his spare time—what was wrong with that? He wasn't hurting anyone.
His life had no girlfriend, and contact with old friends grew thinner by the day, but lately, Dimo was happy.
A new game had hooked him completely.
<Grrrrraaaah!>
A green-skinned monster blending pig and human features into a hulking mass—an orc—charged at Dimo, massive club in hand.
The beast, nearly two meters tall, roared as it lunged, a sight that would make any normal person's legs buckle, but Dimo sidestepped without a flinch and swung his blade.
The moment his sword traced the faint red line overlaying the orc's body, a massive gash erupted, blood spraying forth.
The game offered options for gore-averse players—blood as light effects, wounds as cartoonish blobs—but Dimo craved realism, so he'd set it to adult mode.
The orc swung its club in rage again, but to Dimo, the motion crawled like slow-motion.
His own body felt sluggish too, but that paled against the overwhelming advantage of reading and reacting to the enemy's moves at leisure.
In what felt like ages but was under five minutes, Dimo felled the orc, a thrill surging from his fingertips, making him shiver.
"Kya... fuck yeah. Warrior was the right call."
A month into official launch.
Dimo played obsessively—straight home from work on weekdays, holed up all day on weekends—but his level wasn't sky-high.
He savored dissecting and experimenting with every game mechanic over rushing story or levels, personally testing Beyond Elysion's jobs.
Warrior, Mage, Priest, Holy Knight, Dark Knight, Bard.
After sampling all six, Dimo picked Warrior.
Balanced stats, no wild swings. Options galore: dual-wield or greatweapons for burst DPS, sword-and-board for tanky damage, even bow-focused for pure ranged. It felt like every physical class from other games got bundled here.
No magic, weak utility, but simple to master, reliably strong—second in popularity.
Mage took first. In a game where "clicking" was brutally hard, mages approximated it best, and plenty hated dodging or blocking mobs.
'Fair enough. I'm no gym rat outside. Here, no gasping or sore muscles, so I love the intensity.'
Rumor had it the lead dev tried hyper-realistic fatigue, got chewed out by testers, and toned it down. Dimo didn't buy it fully.
Who'd make a game that punishing? Who benefits?
<Grrrrrlk...!>
Thud.
After slicing seven more orcs, Dimo eyed his HP bar—down nearly 30%—and pondered.
'Could squeeze in a couple more.'
Warriors hit hard and tanked well but lacked self-heals, relying on items solo.
Best bang-for-buck: Instant Rest Point, restoring 10% HP per minute while resting.
Flat recovery on cancel, regardless of starting HP—optimal to burn low, then rest.
But Dimo shook his head.
Last time, greedy play led to a misstep and death.
No XP or item loss on death, but revival cooldown sucked.
Cash shop cut it, but respawned at last bind point, not corpse—trek back or bust.
Better rest early.
Tucked in a rock crevice orcs couldn't reach, he set the point and pulled up community for downtime reading.
💬 Community — Anonymous [Can't log out of Beyond right now. Just me?] — Reply Whoa, for real? Mine too. — Reply Lmao idiots, capsules are safety-checked to hell. No way. ↳ Reply Right. Hardware-level block, ops can't even do it. — Reply No but seriously, it won't. — Reply OP using bootleg capsule? Happens with unlicensed ones. ↳ Reply The fuck? Bought legit from Kaedics store less than a year ago. "Huh? For real?"
Dimo tried logging out, figuring it was hype or glitch, but it failed outright. Panic set in.
He'd played countless VR games, but never a logout bug. Only vague memories from VR's early days.
Checking notices, a massive translucent display bloomed in his vision.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ "Greetings, players. Pleasure to meet you." '...Mannequin?'
That was Dimo's first thought at the figure: glossy black, featureless face save a huge mouth, black smoke wisping from its skin. Eerie, but screen-deep, just "neat CG."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ "I'm Lunara, your new GM overseeing operations." "I imagine you're panicking over logouts failing. Rest easy—it's no bug." "I've seized all systems in Beyond Elysion. No logging out until you clear the game. In-game death means real death." "Wondering how an endless MMO has a 'clear'? Fear not—survive my 10 events, and you're done." The black mannequin rambled on, but Dimo tuned most out, eyes glued to community flood.
— Anonymous [Wtf is this? Prank?] — Anonymous [Big hidden cam?] — Anonymous [Even if cam, too far. Kaedics donezo.] — Anonymous [This seems legit dangerous?????] — Anonymous [Lmao didn't log in today, winner. Agree?] — Anonymous [Why's everyone having all the fun but me.] "No in-game notice, just community spam..."
Honestly, Dimo was 50/50. Logout block and death permadeath felt unreal.
Prank? Event? Hidden cam? Real body just needs capsule popped off, right?
In the chaos, he forgot: mid-hunt zone, resting.
Instant Rest Point boosted regen, didn't cloak from mobs.
Wham!
Skull-rattling impact. Burning pain.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Received fatal head blow while defenseless. Afflicted with status: Stun. Part destruction: realistic injuries—severed limbs, breaks—only for mobs.
Players auto-regen pre-injury unless HP hits zero. Vital hits amplify damage, defense matters.
Dimo's head pulped briefly but reformed; body fine save HP drop and stun.
Crevice too narrow for multiples—one orc ambushed.
Rest broke on combat start, but HP was high—over 50% post-hit.
Normally, one orc? Easy.
"Ugh! Ack! Urk!"
Problem: shattered mentality.
Info overload plus ambush = panic blank.
No counter; flailing on ground as orc stomped and clubbed.
"Agh! Aaaah!"
Terror-fueled swing bought space, but HP teetered at 10%.
Focus might win, but life-on-line? No chance.
"Logout! Logout, fuckers!! Logout!!"
Swings wild, legs buckling, no footwork.
Club connected.
Panic skill whiffed, gap punished.
HP down.
Slashed orc gut, recoiled from blood.
HP down.
Cowered from orc's gaze, tripped.
HP down.
One hit from zero.
"Ah, uh, aaa..."
Missing chances, dying helpless—too harsh to mock.
Scolding for not foreseeing? Cruel.
This was a game.
No fantasy warrior risking life—he was a modern gamer having fun.
Club swung.
Plaything for cruel isekai denizens, countless players dying.
Dimo, first sacrifice.
⚔ EMERGENCY COMMAND ⚔ Emergency order from top authority confirmed. Invincibility granted to all connected players. All field monsters forcibly halted. Should have met death.
"...Huh?"
Orc froze mid-swing like stone. Dimo blinked dumbly.
A voice boomed from nowhere.
⚙ SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT ⚙ "Alert to all players: A criminal impersonating GM spewed nonsense like their brain's full of ramen. This has zero ties to ops—pure terrorist bullshit." "For your safety, server shutdown and full logout commencing. Avoid reconnects until notice. Sorry for the scare." "Sub-GM Erin out." 20X4, April 30, 13:30. Beyond Elysion ops hijack and logout block incident erupts.
20X4, April 30, 13:35. Sub-GM activates emergency measures. All players logged out successfully. Fatalities: 0.