MMORPG: Rise of the Peerless Pumpkinmancer

The New Leaf plain was on fire, and it was fucking glorious! Bonfires were all over the place as eager players crowded around them.

This was akin to the Burning Man event IRL. There were players every-fucking-where! Village? Empty! Forest? Empty! Dungeons? They'd still be there tomorrow! Hell, many had even taken a day off at work to be there!

The festivities were only starting, yet their eyes were already glowing in excitement. The OG players glanced at the plain with sweet smiles.

Once upon a time, they were struggling to defeat chickens. The Demon King had taught them and sold them gear. They had grown stronger, and it felt awesome!

Now they were partying here, slaughtering them as they spawned! The poor things didn't stand a chance!

"This sure feels nostalgic."

"Back then, the Demon King was just another dude."

"Naw, he was always special. We were just too blind to see it."

The players went around, happily chatting, playing music, or dancing.

Any conversation topic was a go. It went from general Infinite tips to cool stuff IRL and even how to bleach one's asshole. (Why?!)

A few players had created rudimentary recorders, drums, and other instruments with wood from the forest. They were giving the show of their lives! After all, Jack had told them that music proficiency increased faster the more people listen to it!

Many shook their bodies to the music, enjoying the infinite stamina. The pretty girls (all since a game) enjoyed the men's gazes, the boys showed their moves, and the old people relieved their youths!

There were players of all levels, with the weaker ones staying near the others for protection. After all, it was too easy to die from a chicken peck here.

"Why can't we do this in the village?!"

"Hehe, you're new to Infinite, aren't you?"

"H-how did you know?! Is it that obvious?!"

The nearby players chuckled, seeing the noob's confused expression. They were about to explain it when the music suddenly stopped, everyone looking around in confusion.

That's when HE came. The Demon King showed up, as handsome and powerful as ever. At his side, a little wolf was strutting proudly. It looked so damn cute, but many knew how terrifying it could be!

Jack nodded, seeing the high turn up. Some were looking at him with adoration, others with expectation, some awkwardly turned their eyes away, and some noobs stared at his name with their eyes bulging.

"L-level 12?! Motherfucking run!" A noob ran with all his might, only to get devoured by a level 4 chicken.

"Pff— Hahaha!"

"Why did the noob cross the Chicken Field?"

"To fucking get to the afterlife! He dead bro, haha!"

Jack chuckled lightly. New players' antics sure were entertaining at times. He raised his hands in the air.

"Welcome everyone to the first D.L. party ever! I just have one mission for you all!"

They held their breath, many sweating heavily. Was he going to order his troops to kill his would-be assassins?! They didn't want to freaking fight him either!

That's when he shouted powerfully:

"Let's make the future generations jealous! Make them regret not attending this event! Can you all do that for me?!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hell yeah!"

"That's why we came!!"

Jack glanced at all of them, raised a hand in the air, and gathered his mana. Then he released it all in one go, controlling his Fire Manipulation.

Tweaked Spell: Zero fucking damage but maximum showiness!

"Party on!" Jack accompanied his shout with a dragon made of fire!

It flew high up, spreading its gigantic wings and silently roaring. There was no sound, and yet they heard it. It had no heat, and yet they felt their skin itching. It wasn't real, and yet it felt omnipotent!

"D-dragon?!"

"As expected of him!"

"How the fuck is that expected?!"

"Did he get a buff from the field boss thingy?!"

This little stunt had used all Jack's mana but looking at the frozen, frightened, and fanatic expressions, it had accomplished its purpose.

Hell, the village chief who had been slowly creeping to stop the whole thing suddenly ran back to the village in fright. It had the opposite effect on the magic-obsessed florist. Whatever, he was welcomed to join the party…

"Cue the music! I want some fucking beat!" Jack happily ordered.

The musicians promptly got to work. One didn't just say no to a fire dragon throwing madman! Their lives depended on it!

The stunned players returned to enjoying themselves, sneaking glances at the OP red-named Demon King. He had just shown enough power to obliterate them all, yet he was just going around being friendly?! This felt so surreal!

But if they thoughts Jack was the main attraction, they were sorely mistaken.

That's when the officers of D.L. came out of the training grounds along with Igor and Steven. Oh, and they were far from empty-handed. They carried enough kegs to overwork a barrel-throwing gorilla.

"We have enough booze to drown a field boss in it!" CPR dude exclaimed.

"Oh? Shall we put that theory to the test?!" Jack approached menacingly.

"I'm down, Boss! But you're crazy if you think I'll let you drink alone!"

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"It might just be! So what if your body is near invincible? Drinking is a mental game, I tell you! It requires one to go past their limits and beyond!" CPR dude shared his "wisdom".

How childish! A drinking contest, really?! Seeing Jack's innocent side, many finally lost all apprehensions they once had. So what if he was a powerful boss? Right now, he was just a guy trying to have fun, just like them.

The players all crowded around them.

"I want some too!"

"God, I love drinking in VR!"

"It's the best: all the fun and none of the hangover!"

"RIP, I can't drink. The damn machine knows I'm underage!"

"Don't sweat it, brother. There are some advantages to it. Anyway, let's watch!"

Jack gave a wry smile:

"Now, shall we start with some bets? Who's rooting for the handsome Demon King winning? Of course, you can bet on CPR dude too, but he's 100% going down!"

"Handsome Demon King? Where?!" Bubblegum teased him.

"Please, we both know it's true." Jack happily winked.

"Boss, if I can be frank….You think you can out-drink me, punk?! You're on motherfucker! I'll make you swallow your arrogance!" CPR dude shouted.

Coins were already going around switching hands like crazy.. But this was only the beginning. This would be a long and eventful night, a very long one…