"Urgently waiting online?"
All Players: "???"
The forums were in a frenzy.
Players online were still buzzing with excitement, furiously speculating about Future Skywhale's sudden and mysterious disappearance. He had promised a full livestream of his journey into the new map—and then? Radio silence.
The best guess? He'd gotten too absorbed in exploring the new world, lost in discovery, unwilling to break away even for a moment.
But when he finally returned… he started spouting what could only be described as madness.
Akina's Speedster: "A hundred years? Bossman, have you completely lost it???"
Hands Off: "Seven witch wives?! What is this, an eroge now? Wrong genre, bro!"
Cerebral Bluff: "LOL! I knew it! I called it yesterday—this map's got to be pure hell. Dude's gone full psycho. Check my post from yesterday if you want a breakdown. Like and follow for more!"
Akina's Speedster: "Makes sense, actually. I still remember logging into this game for the first time. That prompt: 'Please evolve your eyes' had me questioning my sanity. (??)"
I Love Learning: "I'm new and honestly terrified. How did a respected tech genius turn into this?! Did he get corrupted by the game's insanity? Is this what we're in for?"
The forums were alive with mockery and mayhem, every player taking their turn to clown on Future Skywhale. It was all in good fun—this so-called casual sandbox game was infamous for being anything but casual.
Yet even amidst the trolling, an undercurrent of curiosity grew stronger. What had happened to the man once hailed as a prodigy—the second-ever recipient of the game's coveted Achievement Award?
Future Skywhale stared at the forums in silence.
He had rushed in headfirst, too eager. Realizing this, he exhaled deeply and began to compose himself.
"For me, more than a hundred years have passed. Compared to the forty-something years I've lived on Earth, the century I've spent in the other world feels more real. Honestly… it feels like I'm Emperor Grantham now—just a ruler from another world who's temporarily inhabiting the body of a modern-day CEO."
To him, those one hundred years weren't just gameplay. They were a life. His real life.
Naturally, no one believed him.
After all, from their perspective, he'd only been gone a day.
"But I have proof."
He began uploading screenshots.
The first image showed him in a vibrant forest, flowers in full bloom, joyfully wandering with a vast army of Slimes. A whimsical, dreamlike shot.
The forum exploded.
"Is that the new map?! Bossman's leading the Slime race?!"
"He's finally acting normal again!"
Ignoring the noise, Future Skywhale posted more images in quick succession.
The next image was a bustling magical street in front of Elizabeth's Coven—beautiful witches with staves, merchants in lavish robes, mothers with children, vibrant fruit stalls, shops bursting with life, and even a Rose Witch riding a massive Arrah creature through the cobbled streets.
"Holy crap, this place is gorgeous!"
"There are actual NPCs?! Look at that mount!"
"Why does this look better than real life? I'm drooling!"
Still silent, he posted a third image—a stunning bird's-eye view of the Kingdom of Babylon.
Gilded towers, arcane monuments, and sprawling streets painted a scene of majestic, ancient magic. The architecture was beyond anything from Assassin's Creed or Elden Ring. The sheer beauty and size of the city stunned even the harshest skeptics.
"No way… Is this really in-game?"
"This looks like a AAA title with a billion-dollar budget."
Then came the kill shot.
Future Skywhale posted an image of two young witches mid-battle—flashes of radiant spells illuminating the night sky, their forms suspended in a swirling tempest of arcane power.
The forum erupted into pure chaos.
"F***! They're casting real spells!"
"Bossman, please! Say something! Don't just drop screenshots and ghost us! (??)"
"My mom's asking why I'm on the floor worshipping the screen… Is this what addiction feels like???"
Still, he remained quiet, allowing the suspense to build.
And then—boom. One final image.
It depicted the arrival of Medusa, the Empress of Death. The sky had darkened into twilight. Suspended high above was the "Flower of Death"—a gargantuan black-blooded rose looming like an omen of the apocalypse. Below, Lilith stood alone, her magic crackling against the heavens, ready to defend her kingdom.
"What the hell… that's terrifying."
"She's gorgeous! Is that a goddess?"
"If that rose falls… won't the entire city be destroyed?"
Everyone, even the trolls, shut up.
Desperation filled the comment sections. Players begged him to explain, to elaborate—anything.
Future Skywhale sighed. It was a shame video streaming didn't work in the new map. These were just screenshots. The real thing had been… divine.
"The woman you see is Medusa—the Absolute Empress who governs death itself."
He didn't waste time. He was in a rush.
"By now, I'm sure you all understand. Over the past day, I led the Slime species into another world."
The players were stunned.
An actual alternate world?
One that massive?
They scrolled back through the photos, examining every pixel. No matter how they looked at it, there was no way this was just some elaborate mod or filter.
"That's impossible… but then, how do you explain these photos???"
Replies flooded in. Hundreds of them every minute.
The game may have had few active players, but its online community was massive, with thousands of lurkers monitoring every thread. Now, they were wide awake and frothing at the mouth.
And then came the final blow:
"You're all probably wondering how I had time to take so many photos. Maybe you think I was just sightseeing? Taking it easy? That I wandered around snapping pictures like some kind of tourist? Wrong. The other world isn't exactly welcoming to Slimes. You think I can just stroll into a city and take selfies with witches?"
"Let me answer all your questions with one sentence."
"To you, I've only been gone a day. But in that world—I've lived over a hundred years."
"A full century! That's more time than most of you will experience in your entire lives!"
The forum lost its mind.
Players dropped their drinks. Fingers trembled. Screenshots were spammed, memes were born, keyboards clattered as questions poured in faster than anyone could read them.
"A hundred years in one day?!"
"Is that even possible??"
"Did they just invent real-time-dilation virtual reality!?"
The thread refreshed so quickly it became unreadable, updating faster than a video frame. The community had been shaken to its core.
And the only thing everyone could think was:
This… This changes everything.