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Chapter 190: Holiday [2]

Chapter 190: Holiday [2]

Miami, Florida...

Ultra-Lux Villa, Oceanfront, fully-staffed and with private access, Noah and his teammates relaxed in their luxurious villa just days after they cleared the Obsidian Labyrinth dungeon.

Noah sat beneath a swaying palm by the infinity pool, shirtless with sunglasses low on his nose, sipping a frozen margarita he didn’t order but wasn’t refusing.

He wasn’t used to this; the silence, the peace, but it was starting to grow on him. Occasionally, he’d glance at the Warstar forums on his tablet, grinning at the chaos their dungeon run had caused.

Top guilds were still stuck at floor 83.

He chuckled to himself. He shouldn’t feel so attached to the happenings in the game, after all, he was a pro player. And yet, after spending so many months playing in the game, leveling up from level 0 as Lord Doom, he regained his attachment to the casual side of the revolutionary video game.

Noah almost forgot how it felt when Warstar was just launched already more than a decade ago, till he started playing Lord Doom.

With a sigh, he closed the tab and stretched, letting the sea breeze blow his hair back. Victory was a flavor best enjoyed under the sun.

Aria was already half a legend in Miami Beach.

After nearly causing a bar fight, which she won of course, and becoming an Instagram sensation for accidentally high-kicking a volleyball into a drone, she now lounged on a yacht in the bay, bikini-clad and surrounded by champagne bottles she refused to pay for.

"I’ll never return to civilized society," she declared, while threatening to duel a jet skier who splashed her.

Staring at her, Noah chuckled.

Caleb was holed up indoors in the air-conditioned villa library, a tropical smoothie in hand and a whiteboard covered in formulas for optimal spell scaling ratios.

In his words, he was relaxing but everyone knew he was reverse engineering the A.I pathfinding of Tharion’s chains from the last dungeon.

The only sign of his true vacation spirit? The flamingo-print swing shorts he wore with a dress shirt.

Genevieve floated peacefully on a pink donut-shaped pool float, a wide-brim hat shielding her from the sun, a book titled >Restoration Magic and the Art of Letting Go< propped on her chest.

She refused to let anyone disturb her... except Noah, who somehow got away with splashing her and running.

"Enjoy this peace," she told him once, eyes closed. "Because the next dungeon will ruin us".

Noah laughed. "I can’t wait".

Benjamin? Well, Benjamin was... Benjamin.

He was on a rented jet ski, screaming "WIND SLASH!" at the top of his lungs while making splash waves at unsuspecting tourists. When asked what he thought of Miami, his reply?

"Good beaches. Great waves. ZERO GOBLINS. 10/10".

He also tried surfing, salsa dancing, and launching fireworks from the beach. All on the same night. Thankfully, no casualties were reported.

In their different ways, they were enjoying themselves.

It was nearing sunset.

A golden hue bathed the white marble of their beachfront villa. The gate buzzed, and through it came faces long separated by the brutal months of conflict and secrecy.

Gabriel walked in first; calm, refined, but unmistakably pleased to see them. Behind him was Jonathan, grinning wide and already opening his arms for a bear hug that nearly broke Noah’s ribs.

Following them were more familiar faces; former comrades, rival guild elites, including top players from the older days.

Some held beach bags. Others already wore gear IRL customized to match their in-game Avatars. For a few seconds after they arrived, there was silence, it was almost like an all-star meeting or something till it was interrupted by Benjamin.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

He walked up to them, smiling brightly. "Wow, we’ve got bastards and fools right here, what a rare sight". He grinned.

"Foolish bastard!" The older players snapped back at Benjamin, laughing.

Well, that was the beginning of the reunion. They laughed, cried, which was weird to Benjamin, and the clapped each other on the backs.

Genevieve blinked. "Did we just become a resort guild?"

Noah stood up, his relaxed expression sharpening just a bit.

"We’re more than that," he said. "This is the war council".

Such a reunion abroad was a rare thing, and it wasn’t just coincidence.

They’d come for one reason; to challenge >The Grand Monastery of Aetheryos<, the newest SSS-Ranked Level 100 dungeon.

A 20-man, no-respawn gauntlet designed for elite coordination, split-path raids, and world ending bosses.

As the Miami sky dimmed and the stars took their place, the gathering of legends laughed and shared stories under villa lights.

"Hey Jonathan," one of the more older players called. "How shameless of you to come".

Jonathan bit into his lap of chicken, an innocent look on his face. "What do you mean? I don’t understand".

The retired pro player shook his head, exasperated. "You’re so old already, and yet, your shamlessness still prevails".

"What do you mean you don’t understand?" The old retiree glared at him. "I mean, don’t you know shame? Gabriel just beat you in the final less than 2 months ago, and yet here you are, about to raid a dungeon with him".

"So what?"

"Huh?"

Jonathan laughed. "Let me tell you something George. In the journey of life, a wise man once said... life is a spoon". His face was solemn.

George’s face twitched. "Bastard". He said through gritted teeth.

The others burst into laughter.

Jonathan also laughed. "Anyways old man..."

"Who are you calling old man?!"

"Well, sorry, young man I guess. Anyways young man..."

George’s face twitched again.

Jonathan continued without paying attention to him. "You see that final last time?" He looked at Noah. "I didn’t want this bastard to remain the G.O.A.T, giving the others such a big gap when it comes to winning trophies".

"While preparing for the final, one night, I had a dream". His face turned solemn again. "Jesus Chris appeared to me".

They stared at him with deadpan expressions.

He chuckled. "It’s the truth!"

No one said a word.

He chuckled again. "Anyways, he was the one who told me to be benevolent. I deliberately let Gabriel win so he could pursue Noah’s trophy record".

Gabriel finally looked at him. "You don’t mean it". He laughed.

"I’m dead serious!"

"Shameless bastard!" The others erupted in laughter.

They continued sharing stories under the villa lights, relaxing.

Tomorrow, the battlefield would shift back to pixels and steel.

But tonight? They were just champions on vacation.

Together again.

That night, due to most of the rooms in the villa being suddenly occupied, Noah was forced to share a room. Since Benjamin was already with Caleb, and Aria was with her boyfriend, Noah was forced to share a room with Genevieve.

...

By sunrise, the villa was no longer just a paradise retreat. It was a war room.

The transformation began early. Noah stood at the center of the wide, marble-floored hall, coffee in hand, while Caleb issued orders like a general architect. The villa staff were politely dismissed for the day, this was sacred territory now. They could not afford to be disturbed when they started.

Cables were coiled, routers upgraded, monitors hauled in by the dozen.

Each player’s setup was custom-built for peak performance; multi-screen rigs with ultra-low latency, ergonomic chairs perfectly tailored, and crystal-clear surround sound headsets.

Benjamin kept calling it ’The Temple of Tap-Tap Vengeance’. No one objected.

Power strips were anchored to the walls, cooled beverage fridges lined up at the edges, and each player’s desk had their guild crest burned or engraved into the side.

The lighting was adjusted to mimic a sleek esports arena; soft blue backglow beneath the desks, tactical overhead illumination, and blackout curtains to shut out the Miami sun.

It was expensive but as some of the biggest Warstar pro players in England, most of them were rich.

In the corner, Aria and Jonathan calibrated a giant curved tactical overview screen for team comms, top-down analysis, and real-time dungeon schematics.

Gabriel set up the warboard beside it, pinning mockup boss diagrams and loot expectations like he was planning a heist.

Every station was linked through a private, encrypted LAN server Caleb had personally built that morning, and Genevieve double-checked each player’s ping.

Anything above 10ms was unacceptable.

Even the ambient soundtrack had been chosen; epic orchestral swells mixed with subtle heartbeats, building tension.

By noon, the villa’s once opulent hall had become a sleek battlefield command center, humming with energy, glowing like the cockpit of a starship.

It had the soul of a guild all and the edge of a professional esports arena.

Twenty battle stations.

One synchronized goal.

No distractions. No delays.

The Grand Monastery of Aetheryos awaited.

And as Noah stood before the group, now fully geared and in formation, he muttered just loud enough for them to hear.

"Let’s remind the system who we are".

Silence, for a few seconds, then...

"Muahahahaha...!" The oldies burst into such loud laughter that youngsters like Gabriel were infected, also laughing.

Benjamin rolled down from his chair, clutching his chest in laughter.

Noah looked at them, dismayed. He shook his head.

"That was so cringe!" Benjamin laughed some more.

Noah conveniently ignored them and logged into the game.

[Combat Mage Avatar >Lord Doom< has logged into the game!]

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