The Player's System

Lady

Sashi kept on her heels in order to target the opponents. They second team saw the changes in the third team. "Where did the girl walk?" One of the team members questioned. Since they were cautious so they were eyeing each member of the third team.

"Where she could have gone? It is obvious that third team knew our silent chase. They perhaps getting ready to attack us from every side. Or probably they would eliminate us by sudden attack?" The team head prodded over the possibility.

They were sure that third team rarely get oblivious about the actions of the opponents. Even if they were in the middle of the mess they would handle the enemies in their first priorities. "So we are going to retreat before the sneak attack?" The team member asked worried. He didn't want to get eliminated. It was worst humiliation for their team or the team members.

"What else could be the choice? We should go and search the haunted object. However I want to know whether the rest of the team members are enthusiastic to remain for the third level especially in the case where one member is eliminated already?" The team head asked.

They fell in dilemma. They were aware about the rules of the Live Portal. It was normal for some team to get transferred in the next level based on their completed tasks or the quests. In the current scenario second team was at loss ends.

The fourth task opened up yet they could do wonder. They were still looking for chances.

The team members looked at the team head. "Does it means you are planning to keep stick at the actions of the third team?" The team member asked.

The team head nodded. It was obvious that the actions would bring troublesome reaction however they were thinking on the same lines. This way or that way, they would not be able to spare from the shame. The reason was simple. They were at loss ends in both ways.

From the three teams, one would get eliminated eventually with the less completed tasks or the poor performance in the Live Portal. The organizers would pay for the whatever performance they did during the level. It was something good for those who were unable to remain in the Live Portal for the next levels. Well it was game of adventure and competition in true sense. Each level demanded hard efforts to remain in the scenario for the next levels.

The second team halted their chase for the time being. "We can stop and let the third team assume that we no more chasing them. This way the third team would lower their guard. Also our target is not third team instead we want to snatch task and complete it." The opponent team head guided his team members.

They understood the plan of the team head. They decided to remain at much distance in order to understand what was the next step of the third team. Their actions let the third team think that second team was no more interested to follow them behind.

Junan knowing that second team retreated called Sashi back. They were standing in front of the reception desk while the lady didn't mind their presence.

Junan walked in front and coughed to get the attention of the lady. The lady remained oblivious. Junan tapped on the desk only then the monotonous eyes of the lady casted glance on the visitor.

There was not single expression on her face. The reception lady was wearing crimson overall. "Here is the paper. Please register your name and the visitor number." Her voice gave them shock. If normal they might have ignored however knowing that they were in the Live Portal Game, they immediately understood that the lady on reception was important npc.

It was necessary to disclose what specific part she could play in order to provide information. "I intend to visit the hall where I could take a look at the Red Ink. Can you refer us the hall?" Junan cleared his throat and asked the question.

The purpose was clear. Almost all museums provide this facility to the visitors. They could select the exhibition hall for the reason not all visitors were interested to see all types of exhibition in the museum.

The lady at reception blinked. "I am afraid the Red Ink is not some hall but a notorious product of the museum. It was last see in the sixth hall. However the specific hall is only a store of the museum." The lady added.

Junan waved his hand. This was more than enough for them to follow the whereabouts of the Red Ink.

They walked toward the notice board to check the direction of the sixth hall. The distance was huge. They walked in hurry not knowing the second team was following behind. Third team was sure that they could get Red Ink from sixth hall. When they reached in front of it, they came to know how deserted and ruined this museum store look like.

The name plate was rustic and half broken. They covered their nose. The store was covered in dust. As they entered, several broken things of the store welcomed them. Covered with dust and rust, it was slightly horrible to walk alone in the store. Orin looked in his left. The broken skeleton scared him. The eye sockets were not empty. The white ball was visible there.

Orin put his hand on his heart. "It seemed my granny came back to revenge from me." He murmured under breath. The guilt that he didn't attend funeral of his granny remained in his heart after Albert pointed out.

It was not easy for him to get the horrible thoughts. He was thinking that perhaps his granny decided to follow him everywhere even after her death in order to revenge. The revenge for not attending her funeral.

Orin gasped with horror and close his eyes.. He repeated in his head that he was not alone in the store.

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