Is this really a Game?!

Imris steps onto the cold ground of the underground base he and his allies were using. A huge muscular figure comes to him

“Imris, explain yourself!” The figure puffs his nose in anger as a small gust of wind gets created by the simple action.

“Oh, since when did I need to explain to you, Aggaroth?” Imris calmly looks up to the towering figure in front of him. Aggaroth was of a titan subspecies and had a height of 4 meters in his normal form. The giant had biceps twice as large as an average man’s thigh and his whole body was covered in tattoos of many totems his tribe worshipped.

The gray-colored giant looks down on Imris with hatred in his bloodshot eyes. Another figure quickly steps in between them to stop a conflict.

“Enough, there is a time and place for everything.” The purple-skinned woman shouts at them. As a dark elf Rithilla was a mesmerizing beauty, her curves were perfect and would arouse any man that laid his eyes on her. On her hips were two curved daggers, a preferred weapon of her race. With pale blonde hair and light purple eyes, the woman was definitely a beauty war would be waged for.

“Imris, we spent so many resources so you could eliminate some of the planet’s seeds of hopes and yet you came back so fast with no results, I do believe an explanation for such suspicious action is needed.” Rithilla coldly looks at Imris whose body was changing, the hobgoblin’s body was growing taller while his body was coming muscular.

In the end, a half-elf was standing in front of the two. He was about 1.9 meters tall and had a physique akin to an Olympic swimmer. Broad shoulders with bulging muscles on his arms and a thin waist, a body that showed great strength and agility. His long, brown-colored hair came down to his shoulders while some went over his green eyes. ．

Lifting his hand he goes through his hair with it and slicks it back before sighing in front of the two.

“All of us are part of the same team, why must you always be so aggressive?” Seeing that neither one of his teammates had any plans to answer him he sighs again before continuing.

“I couldn’t alright, I was fighting a seed and was about to kill him but I had to stop myself.” Looking at his nonchalant attitude the two get even angrier, such an explanation was even worse than no explanation at all.

“Imris, it seems you really wish to fight us huh?” Rithilla clicks her tongue in annoyance as she places her hands to her waist, ready to grab her daggers at any moment.

“My dear Rithilla, do I seem like such an idiot to you.” Looking at Rithilla who simply nods as it was a given he makes a gloomy facial expression before throwing his arms in the air.

“I had to stop otherwise I would have died ok?” The sentence was akin to a bomb in the heads of the two, Imris would have died? How was that possible, there should be nothing on this small planet capable of such a feat yet.

“I can’t explain it, I went behind the human’s back and was about to kill him but-” Imris stops talking as he remembers the event.

He was behind Reign and had his sword drawn, a simple swing at the neck, and Reign would be dead, and yet, the simple thought of doing that made Imris feel a sense of dread, a premonition of sorts that if he attacks, he would die mere moments later.

“There is something wrong with that boy, the whole group actually, the kid had the mark of Zeus, I remember it perfectly, while two others also had marks, of who I am not sure, but they’re probably at the same level,” Imris tells the two with a frustrated expression, everyone knew that he had a bad history with Zeus, nobody knew what exactly happened between the two who used to be friends a long time ago.

“Zeus, how is that possible, big shots like him wouldn’t bother with a new planet such as this one.” Rithilla looks incredulously at Imris who was simply shrugging his shoulders in response.

“No idea, but that shows one thing, the council was right, this planet was definitely not as simple as everyone thought, not only Zeus but two more high rankers giving marks to players so early in the game, that only happens on planets with great potential.” Imris collects his breath before continuing.

“And since those are always fiercely fought for and only discovered every century or so makes this one an anomaly.”

“We should inform the council.” The giant Aggaroth speaks while leaning against a nearby wall.

“No, the alliance is monitoring the planet, not to mention that they definitely put measures against such things now, we are left to our own devices until further.” Imris waves off Aggaroth’s suggestion immediately, it was simply too big of a risk to try and contact anyone right now, before they find out exactly what was happening here they will not take any such risks.

Aggaroth grunts in dissatisfaction but stays silent, Imris was appointed as the leader of their team a long time ago and they always had a great rate of success in their missions. He and Rithilla would always bicker with him but at the end of the day, they would always listen to his orders.

On the other side of the planet, back at the warehouse Tank and Greenie were facing the white-skinned ogre. The ogre was swinging his spiked club in frustration as he was observing the two.

“Two little cubs have come to fight me, I might be old and past my prime but not to the point of you two being my equals.” The crude voice of the ogre surprises the two as they didn’t think a monster such as this would be capable of communicating with them.

“So you know how to talk big guy, not bad.” Tank smiles at the ogre while grinding his axe on his shield, producing sparks that would hit his body.

“A human, a simple race with absolutely no unique features, yet you have managed to make a mark on the galaxy with your tenacity.” The old ogre looks at Tank while he says, not waiting for Tank to answer his sentence he looks at Greenie and raises an eyebrow.

“Now you are not something I expected to see here.” The old ogre nods to Greenie as he continues. “A Vajra ogre in the flesh, even though you seem to be a newly evolved one, how interesting, for such a planet to produce a specimen such as yourself in the early stages of its mana awakening.”

“You know of my race?” Greenie looks at the old ogre in elation, he had become a Vajra not too long ago and was still digesting information about them, to meet someone who could tell him more was a valuable opportunity for him”

“Hahahaha, how could I not know of one of the sovereign races, although compared to true Vajras you are far below little cub.” The white ogre smiles warmly as he says that, he was after all an ogre as well, and Vajras, they were amongst the strongest races in the universe, a Vajra in their childhood was stronger than he was in his prime.

“But enough talking, we are enemies and as such, I am sorry to tell you that I will have to crush you completely now.” The old ogre takes his club and slowly starts walking towards them, the huge 4m body made the surroundings shake a bit with the simple act of walking.

Tank and Greenie tense up, this would be a hard battle, the opponent was a lvl 18 mini-boss, they knew it would be almost impossible for them to defeat him by themselves, but they had to at least do enough to keep his attention on them before the others finish their fights and join them.