Chapter 119: Attack On Goblins 5: An Apocalypse

The halls of the goblin king were underground, carved exquisitely in to a mountain that held vast amounts of metallic ore. This was a prime location that they had battled the dwarves for in the past, and they had won by systematically poisoning the dwarven army through a variety of ways. Goblins were good craftsmen, very dexterous and shared just as good a talent in engineering as the gnomes. Except of course what they did was more to cause destructions by making things go Boom! But beyond engineering they had alchemy, of course every goblin that becomes an alchemist ended up focusing on poisons and explosives as their races seemed to alter the class itself and what they could make from it.

Tristan was not the goblin king, in fact there was no goblin king and it was just a corporate ploy to gain a significant following within the world of Elysium. Many of the players and uploads thought he was the goblin king, but the truth of the matter was that even he had to answer to people. And the people he answered to, expected a lot from him, and the goblin king persona was something he needed to be able to deliver.

Nevertheless, there was much to be gained in the Bahrenburg frontier, even more so now that the fate of the human race solely depended on it. The players didn't know this, which was fine in and out of itself as knowledge about what was to come would completely raise the worst sort of panic, and there would be no way for governments to be able to handle it when people went wild.

Elysium would be experiencing a massive update, something that it has never done before in all of the time that it's been created. This virtual world has always been one stifled in magic, swords, monsters and supernatural. But with the expansion of the Bahrenburg frontier, technology, aliens, planets, space, new dimensions would be introduced. And this was to accommodate the influx of new uploads it would be getting within the next three to six months. Levels and classes would be reset, many skills would be lost, and everyone would be depowered and forced to start from an equal state.

It didn't matter if you were an adult, or a child, a demon, goblin, human or elf. It was a new world, and one where the true power would be centered on the new frontier of Elysium. A vast and endless stretch of land ready to be claimed that would serve as the templates for the planets that would now become a part of not Elysium the world, but Elysium the universe. And all these, was as a result of the end of the world.

Earth has given its beat to the humans it fostered for billions of years, and while they had tried to give back, they took more than they needed to. And when it wasn't enough, they fought each other for more and in the process broke the earth in more ways than one. And now the earth was freezing, the last light and embers of its core wad about to go out, and not even the rare peak of sunlight from beyond the thick cloud covered skies could save humanity. This…. Was a second ice age.

And the only way for man to survive was to have a mass migration into the virtual world that was Elysium, bodies would be lost, but at least their minds and souls will live. Not to mention, a massive space station would be in constant orbit over the planet for the next 500 hundred years before maintenance is required. That station had the valuable cloning technology and the DNA of every creature on earth that they could get their hands on. When they were ready to come back home, there would be bodies readily made for them, of course not everyone would get a body, but by then Elysium would be all the home the needed.

But there was much to do, Tristian would have preferred to ally himself with all of the forces within the Kerwood forest, this was a global extinction event and it required all hands on deck. But the people he answered to only wanted more power, Elysium would become the only world that matters sooner rather than later, and they wanted to have the same foothold and power here that they had on earth. Hence the conquest and the killings, there was no stopping them as his hands were tied, he only wished the uploads knew what was coming and could plan accordingly.

Only established settlements, villages, towns, cities, kingdoms, empires, basically recognized powers of Elysium would remain unchanged in either levels or skills. Everything else would change, Elysium would become even more dangerous, now more than ever that NPCS have slowly started proliferating, and there was no way to stop it as Elysium itself was a massive and ever expanding server built on the moon. Like all those old movies, it has grown smarter, stronger and wants to take over, but this time it wasn't the soon to be dead earth it cared about, it was the world that it has invariably become a part of, but still can't control.

So if it can't control the world, then its best to control the people within. So he dealt with a lot of pressure every day, but he understood there was nothing to be done about it. Whether he liked it or not he had to put things in place, but he would still try his best to make whatever he has to build, a refuge for the many lost souls that this world was about to have. Elysium was about to become a place that would be no different from the cold wasteland earth was about to become.

And it was up to him, and maybe anybody else who knows the truth to try and manage the damage that was coming, because frankly what Elysium was about to experience is not an update…... it's an Apocalypse.