Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 45: Back to the Inn

The soft flicker of candlelight danced along the walls of the common room as the group lounged in exhaustion. After the chaos of the mission board, the clash with Lord Davos, and the long road back to Arthalon, they all needed a moment to breathe. Their minds were still tangled in thoughts about the King Tier mission and the weight of what it meant. Everyone was talking, voices low but tense.

Marcus was sitting near the hearth, a flagon of water in one hand, leaning back like he was trying to relax. He hadn’t said much since they arrived. At first, everyone assumed he was just tired—but then it started.

He jolted forward suddenly, gripping his chest.

"Ah... shit..." Marcus muttered through gritted teeth, the flagon dropping to the ground and rolling away unnoticed. His other hand reached to brace himself against the floor as his whole body trembled slightly.

"Marcus?" Sophia was the first to notice, getting to her feet. "What’s wrong?"

He didn’t answer.

Jason was already moving toward him. "Hey, you good, man?"

Marcus’s breathing quickened. He winced, clutching at his heart again as though something invisible had just pierced through him.

Eleanor knelt beside him and grabbed his arm, checking his pulse with practiced precision. "It’s racing... way too fast. Is it poison? An attack? What’s happening?"

"I—I don’t know..." Marcus hissed, closing his eyes tight. "I felt this back on the road but ignored it. Thought it would pass..."

Liam stood silently by the wall, but his eyes weren’t focused on Marcus—they were locked on a translucent blue screen floating before him.

[System Notification]

— Blood Covenant Detected

— Status: Active

— Link Source: Sera of the Verdant Flame

His brows furrowed. His heart sank.

"He signed a Blood Covenant," Liam said suddenly, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The entire room fell into absolute silence.

"What?" Jason said, slowly turning toward him.

Liam’s face was calm, but his voice was low, serious. "With Sera. Back at that inn. The elf."

Sophia blinked in disbelief. "That tavern girl? But... why? What kind of covenant?"

"I don’t know the exact terms," Liam replied. "But my system confirmed it the moment his pain started. The blood I shared with him in the healer’s hut must have synced our systems temporarily. That’s how I know."

Marcus didn’t respond. His hands were still gripping his chest, sweat dripping down his forehead, his jaw clenched.

Eleanor turned to him sharply. "Marcus, is it true? Did you make a deal?"

Still no answer. His silence spoke volumes.

"Dammit, Marcus!" Jason snapped. "Why the hell would you—"

"Because she made me," Marcus finally growled, interrupting him through pained breaths. "Said I’d start to feel it one day—and that I’d have to come find her. But I didn’t think it’d hit me like this. Not now. Not when we’re finally getting somewhere..."

The crackling fire was the only sound for a moment. Tension hung in the room like smoke.

"She must’ve embedded some sort of magical trigger into the deal," Eleanor said slowly. "A binding spell—set to activate under certain conditions."

"This is bad," Jason muttered. "Really bad."

Liam stepped forward. "We don’t have time to argue about the past. We need to figure out what she wants. Because Marcus might not have a choice anymore."

Marcus finally looked up, eyes burning with a mixture of anger and guilt. "I know... I screwed up. But I didn’t think—damn it—I didn’t think it would be this serious."

Sophia walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, her expression softening. "We’re in this together. We’ll help you figure it out. But next time... don’t keep something like this from us."

Marcus nodded slowly, still breathing hard, the pain starting to ebb slightly as if whatever needed to activate had already taken root.

Liam, meanwhile, stared at the blue notification fading from his view.

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Jason’s voice broke the silence first, his tone sharp with frustration. "Is there no way we could break this covenant?"

He looked around at the others, hoping someone—anyone—might offer a sliver of hope or a clever workaround. But no one spoke. Marcus was still recovering from the aftershocks of whatever had just taken hold of him, and the rest were still trying to process the weight of what Liam had revealed.

But Liam didn’t hesitate. He didn’t need to check his system again. He already knew.

"No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "Blood covenants... they’re not something you can break easily. Especially ones crafted by an elf like her."

Jason frowned, visibly tense. "What do you mean especially by her?"

Liam exhaled and began to pace slightly, the way he always did when his thoughts got heavy. "Sera’s not just a barmaid, Jason. Think about it. She made Marcus sign something without him even realizing the full consequence. She placed a magical trigger inside him without any of us noticing. And that inn... that inn wasn’t normal."

Eleanor crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. "Yeah. She knew what she was doing. Too well."

"Then what? We just go crawling back to her?" Jason muttered.

Liam stopped and looked at them, his gaze steady. "We have no choice. That covenant’s activated. Marcus is bound to her in ways we don’t fully understand yet. If we ignore it, it might kill him... or worse."

Sophia sighed, her arms folded tightly against her chest. "So we’re going back to that damn inn?"

"Yeah," Liam said. "We are."

There was a brief silence before Eleanor scoffed and threw her hands in the air. "Great. A favor for the healer... and now a blood covenant with that bitch. We keep getting fucked."

Her voice had a raw edge to it, laced with anger and exhaustion. "Every time we think we’re making progress, we get tied down by more hidden deals, more magical strings pulling at us from all sides."

Marcus, now able to sit up properly, managed to chuckle bitterly. "I feel like a damn puppet."

"Not funny," Eleanor shot back. "You could’ve died. Again. Because of a decision you made alone."

"I know," he said quietly, guilt crawling into his tone.

Liam walked over and sat on the edge of the table, staring at them all. "This world isn’t just monsters and quests. It’s not like the games we used to play. People here are sharp. They use magic and words as weapons just as much as swords. If we’re not careful, they’ll keep tying us up in favors and oaths until we don’t even own our own freedom."

Sophia looked at Liam, her voice softening. "What do we do now?"

"We rest tonight," Liam answered. "We recover, plan, and prepare. Then tomorrow morning... we ride out. We go back to that inn. Back to Sera."

Jason groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can’t wait."

"Believe me," Liam muttered, "neither can I." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The next morning arrived, but Marcus still looked pale and worn out, the pain from the covenant visibly taking its toll. He tried to sit up but groaned, holding his chest. Without wasting more time, the group quietly packed their belongings and made the decision to head back to the inn, even if it meant delaying the system’s newly assigned mission.

"We’ll suspend the mission for now," Liam said, strapping his sword to his back. "Marcus needs to get this sorted first. No point risking our lives when one of us is already down."

They all nodded in agreement. No arguments, just silent acceptance of what needed to be done.

By late morning, they were already on horseback and heading through the familiar paths they had once taken. The ride was quiet, tense, and full of unspoken worries. Everyone was thinking the same thing—what would Sera do now that the covenant was triggering?

When they finally arrived at the inn, the place looked just as they left it. But the moment they dismounted and walked inside, they were greeted with the sight of the dwarf leaning on the counter, arms crossed, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"Took you long enough," he said, as if he had been expecting them for days. "I was wondering when the pain would finally make the boy crawl back here."

He chuckled to himself, clearly amused by the entire situation.

None of them replied. The mood was too serious for words. Marcus didn’t even glare—he just clutched his side and stared blankly. The dwarf knew. Of course, he knew.