After running the fastest he could, Nautilus finally caught up with the youngster. Only then, the youngster finally answered his question.

[i]"Listen, This sounds crazy and all, but I think I know what's about to happen... A giant-"[/i]

That was the answer Nautilus received from the youngster. Shortly after that, an explosion is heard and a flying object was seen firing lasers and rockets indiscriminately. Although Nautilus had spent more time inside the Guild than the youngster, this was his first time seeing strange objects that one will never see in the real world, at least as of September 2013, the time when he clicked the link. [i]Wait, that man said he knew what was about to happen[/i], Nautilus thought. [i]Since that man is a roleplayer and this is the Guild, this means he plays this roleplay,[/i] he concluded. The possibility that the youngster read the IC thread instead of playing it just didn't show up in his mind. "It seems that this is a roleplay of yours. Can you explain what is this all about?" he asked the youngster.

[i]"This was a roleplay about a fantasy world being invaded by a futuristic species of human-alien like beings for natural ores and resources,"[/i] the youngster replied.

Nautilus was a bit frightened upon hearing the answer. A roleplay whose premise is an invasion is often a roleplay where characters can quickly die if the player makes bad decisions and, being stuck inside the Guild, they were just as vulnerable to damages as ordinary characters. When he saw a character got obliterated within seconds, Nautilus fully realized what the word vulnerable meant. Then the youngster told him something.

[i]"Wait... This is the Guild?" [/i]

"Yes, it is. Why?" Nautilus replied.

"Yeah, actually, this roleplay was from the old site... b-but... Why are we [b]INSIDE[/b] the guild? How did I get here? And what happens if we're injured or... die inside?" the youngster said.

"I don't even know why or how we are brought in, I just clicked a link and woke up here, just like you," Nautilus said, lacking any tone. The next sentence was said in an even more pessimistic voice. "I've seen a fellow roleplayer died here... and... they never come back. They die for real". He then paused for a few seconds, trying to think clearly. "We're not safe here, we'd better flee the scene. Keep moving in a straight line, we should reach another roleplay setting within a few minutes and hope it's safer than this one," he said after thinking for those seconds.