Ethan is a man nearing forty who has squandered his life behind a screen. Since his teenage years, he has poured everything into online games, chasing digital achievements while real life quietly passed him by. Now, with reality finally weighing on him, he realizes how empty his existence has become.

Despite decades of obsession, he has only one thing to show for it: the #1 account in the world’s most popular MMORPG, Lost World Online—a fully immersive virtual game operated through neural-link technology. It is an account powerful enough to guarantee fame, sponsorships, and a second chance at life.

But overnight… it vanishes.

No warnings… No errors… His account simply ceases to exist.

Ethan spends the entire night frantically searching for answers, contacting the developers through official forums, only to be told that nothing can be done. Without the account, even streaming or professional contracts are impossible. Exhausted and hollow, he finally gives up and falls asleep, deciding to forget his regret, half hoping everything would be a dream when he wakes up.

When Ethan opens his eyes, he finds himself standing before the character creation screen of Lost World Online.

It feels like a dream, yet his mind is clear, his body well responsive, not even like a game. Paying little attention, he goes ahead and creates a character and initiates the game.

Then, his vision is swallowed by darkness.

A violent rush of wind slams into him, and when his senses return, he is standing inside a bustling town from the game. Before he can question the missing opening cutscene—something that should always play after character creation—his attention is seized by the scene around him.

The town was celebrating an Annual Festival. This was a festival that only ever occurred once, a festival that marked the first day Lost World Online was launched.

Realizing the impossible, Ethan hurriedly calls up his system interface—only to find that there is no options menu, no settings, no log-out button…

“This cannot be real.”

"No, it's good money and should be straightforward. Level 10-12 undead, mostly mindless skeletons and zombies. Nothing much." Kenneth hesitated. "Though I heard you seemed... frustrated with team dynamics. During the goblin nest, you apparently kept wanting to break formation."


"Ninia, I guess?" Yamamoto asked with a sigh.


"I'm used to working alone," Yamamoto sighed. "Team coordination is slower and less efficient."


"But safer," Kenneth countered. "Look, I get it. Solo adventuring has appeal—you move at your own pace, keep all the rewards, don't have to compromise with others. The guild doesn't forbid solo work. Plenty of members take solo contracts."


Chapter 46 - Meeting Teammates