Somewhere in the basement of the Plague Zone of the Iron Acropolis.

Father Gainko is being 'treated' by a magic figure called Heartlock.

Ever since the Holy Maiden suddenly overthrew the Pope's power, the Inquisition has lost the help of the Choir.

Thankfully, the Inquisition was only one part of a larger organization, and Father Gainko had to use the other Inquisitors' method to maintain his sanity, which was to periodically hand over some of his memories to the puppet known as Heartlock.

Father Gainko had just finished purifying when he heard frantic shouts coming from the basement where he was.

"Stitches! Can you be quiet! ”

Father Gainko, who had just been relieved of his negative emotions, was once again aroused by the shouting.

But Father Gainko's warnings had no effect, and he angrily entered another room in the basement, only to see a faint light flickering throughout the room.

It was the light of the magic web, and it was because of this thing that several actions of the Inquisition were destroyed.

Father Gainko couldn't contain his anger when he saw anyone using it, but the judge, called the stitch, was different...... She is a veteran user of the magic web.

"Stitches! We're not here to let you do these boring things. Father Gainko limped before the Inquisitor.

"Boring things?"

She didn't look up, and instead of her, there was a group of people standing behind her whose mouths were stitched with needles and threads.

These guys are called silent monks... All of them are puppets made of sewing needles.

"Consumed hundreds of soul fragments to attack the world of consciousness, and as a result, he was severely ravaged every time, this kind of loser really dares to speak."

The stitches brazenly mock Father Gainko's past failures.

"Do you know what beats you in the world of consciousness? A hero inside the game called Holy Spirit on the magic web! ”

"You... Why not try playing against those in-game characters? Father Gainko asked in a cold voice.

"I'm doing it! Do you understand? Ruin these heroes from within. ”

The pupils of the stitches were fixed on the magic web interface in front of him, and Father Gainko noticed that it was not only him, but the other monks in the corner were also using the magic web, and they were showing the same game on the interface.

"This new game is really fun, it's almost like reality." The stitches kept muttering, "But it's too much like reality, and it's very simple to ruin the joy of a human being." ”

The game that Stitch is currently playing is World Rift.

She and Father Gainko were of equal status in the Inquisition, but the Needle and Father Gainko belonged to a different sect, whose leader was called the 'Courier', and the Courier was not a human being, but a being who conveyed their divine will.

The messenger with the stitches had long been aware of the existence of the web, and had left its followers dormant in it.

The stitches are one of them, and the Monk she controls allows her to control twenty-six characters at once.

This ability has no effect in the game of the Holy Spirit, but the rift in the world has piqued the stitches.

Because this game can kill enemy players at will! There are also battles where you need to team up with each other! What excites the needle even more... There are two factions in this game.

War exists in this game.

She chose the camp of the tribe, and after raising the character level to level 20, she couldn't resist controlling the role of twenty-six tribes and crossed the mountains to the territory of the alliance.

The stitch-controlled team had just arrived in the Alliance's leveling territory, the Longblade Wilderness, and soon met two lone Alliance players, and the twenty-six tribal characters under her command surrounded them from all sides, ready to slash them off and then humiliate them with words...

The name of the Alliance player, whose name was scarlet, instantly turned green.

'While the rift is active, you cannot attack players in the Alliance faction. ’

The stitch kept clicking the attack button, but the sound kept echoing in my ears.

"Cracks?! What a crack! The stitch yelled impatiently, but as she roared, another prompt sounded in her head.

'You have been slain by the scourge of the Eric Forest!' ’

One of the twenty-six characters she controls is dead!

"Who is it! Who! ”

Stitch angrily adjusts his protagonist's tone and turns the picture, and a huge gnolla emerges from the shattered rift in space.

One of her characters, a hunter, is lifted up by the gnolls and thrown to the ground, before being slashed into pieces with an axe and disappearing.

The gnoll noticed the main character of the stitch, let out a roar and rushed towards the stitch.

"Monsters... Chieftain! Elite... World Monster?! The stitches saw the scarlet words on the character's head.

She spent a day and a night in the dungeon for this attack on the Alliance players to get the best equipment at the current level, so of course the stitches understood what this gnoll represented.

That's... The equipment that this gnoll man has exploded may be even better than what her character is wearing.

"Damn puppets! Don't touch my toys. ”

The stitches shouted directly in the voice, and in her eyes, the monsters in it were a group of marionettes, and the monsters' attacks were too monotonous.

So as long as you find the rules of this world battle, the stitches can control their characters to completely clear all the dungeons.

According to the skills she figured out, she made the characters of the two warrior classes directly go up and activate the taunt skill, and let a shaman character bless the bloodthirsty spell, and inserted various totems into the ground, and the priest character began to apply healing to the warriors in the front row, the mage......

Just when the stitches were arranged in accordance with the rules of this world, the jackal, who should have been taunted by the warrior, suddenly gave the shield in the warrior's hand to ...... Took the past.

The stitches were stunned when they saw this scene, and even the movements in her mind stopped.

At such a pause, the gnolls smashed their shields directly to the ground, ignoring the warriors and rushing directly into the mages and priests in the back row.

"Nope! No! Stay away from my toys! Seeing this, the needle shouted again.

The gnoll raised the frost axe in her hand and slashed at the chest of the mage character she controlled, the mage's health instantly dropped by a third, and when the priest next to him tried to heal the mage, the gnoll suddenly threw the axe in his hand.

The axe hit the priest's chest, directly interrupting the priest's spell casting action, and the jackal raised the axe in his hand again, this time a scarlet light appeared on the axe, and the mage's HP was less than a tenth of it was just a slash.

Finally, Bloodskin is killed by a negative effect called Bleeding Damage.

'You have been slain by the scourge of the Eric Forest!' ’

A second chime sounded in the head of the stitches.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

As the stitches screamed, her third character died at the hands of the Gnoll's twin axes.

The Gnoll didn't stop, turning her head to her fourth hunter character, and at this moment the stitch controlled her hunter character to use the skill of feigned death.

"Who are you fooling by faking your death right now?"

A voice suddenly came out of the jackal's mouth, and she was stunned for a moment, and she suddenly realized that this gnoll might be a... Living creatures, not marionette-like monsters.

The gnolls raised their axes aloft again, ready to take the life of the hunter who faked his death.

"You damn thing!" The stitches shouted out uncontrollably again.

But suddenly, a heavily armed warrior burst out from the side, and the warrior raised his shield and struck the jackal with a shield blow, and the jackal staggered and took a few steps back.

"Brother, are you alright?"

A green horn popped out of the warrior's head to indicate that he was speaking by voice, and the stitches were always on the public chat channel so that she could humiliate her opponent.

It's just that this time she didn't succeed in killing those alliance players, and her characters were saved by the alliance instead!

"Get out of here! He's mine! The stitches showed no gratitude, and shouted at the warrior through gritted teeth.

"Huh? Still a lady! What a stroke of luck! Ma'am, you hide to the side first... I'll deal with this gnoll! ”

The warrior seemed to be immersed in the knight's plot of the hero saving the beauty, and he raised his shield and shouted to the gnoll with his voice.

"Come on! Monster. ”

But no sooner had he finished shouting than the gnoll dodged his shield and flew his helmet into the air with an axe.