It seems that I always considered repulsive the member that connected the wings with the back of an angel. I don’t know why, but that thought passed my mind as chaos developed right in front of me. Nothing remained of the forest, it looked like the desert level instead of the first level I was introduced. It was there. An angel, possibly an archangel, floating in the skies, four pairs of wings levitating behind it, two pairs pointing up, two pointing down. Wings that levitated like the enormous halo that the wannabe archangel shot like a chakram.

It asked itself how did this happened in a blink.

“Veo que es…” The spanish voice spoke, it no longer seemed a live call but a recorded message, its voice was distorting more every time it reproduced.

I just run away, no time to spare. This time I went the opposite direction than my last try, days ago. I went the wrong way, or maybe the good, and I was cut down by the glitched world. My archnemesis. My antithesis. My rival. The thing that keeps fucking with me, except this whole world. I my reasoning is correct, I shall have more time to find the forest terminal If I avoid the glitching spawnpoint.

I went all out. This was a simulated world, right? And it keeps resetting, sooooo… I don’t have to mind long term damage, I can exhaust my body, consume all my stamina, break my bones. My only objective is find that damned terminal inside this woods. And I did, fuck yes I did. I was running at six meters per second or something like that. Six times faster that walking speed. My legs hurt and were going numb. So what? I wanted to get out. This was a simulation. I more or less tested that death wasn’t a handicap here, no ‘if you die in the game you die in real life’ bullshittery. This was a program, and I a human connected to it. To die someone (or something) would need to kill me in the real world to die in this virtual environment. Could there be a system that fried my brain when I died here? No, it did not make any sense, if I listened to the message. I was some kind of investigator, and I am sure that making a brainmelter machine goes against work labor safety. What if the message was a trap? First, brain stop doing questions. Second, there still exist terminals that I could access, so let’s put aside paranoia.

The two hour death counter was ticking down. I should have some minutes left.

“Light?” There was light in the forest but some meters ahead where intense rays of light. Incomparable to the light that filtered through the leaves.

Soon I arrived at a clearing in the forest. ‘Real’ sunlight filled the treeless space. A small pond in the middle, flowers covered the ground instead of grass. This could be a nice place to be if a fucking consumer of worlds wasn’t coming for my booty.

I noticed a pedestal with a sword nailed to it on the pond. It was there a pedestal before? What could do a person that is being chased and has found a sword in a rock? Continue running, obviously. But curiosity killed the cat, and I was curiosity. It should be easier to kill a cat with a sword, even if the cat is a intangible enemy. So I tried to retrieve the sword.

PERISH

A system notification pop in my vision, but it was different to the other system notifications I’ve seen before. Perish?… Narrator, is it you? The red blood color started to hurt my eyes...

PROCEDING TO ELIMINATE EXTERNAL FACTORS...

Oh shit… the sword digivolved to angelmon.