[AU NOLI77 MAYBE / NOLI POV]

007n7 received several messages on his MSN from people he didn't know but always blocked. It seemed like some kind of cult that wanted to form some kind of partnership with him because of his hacks to "help dominate Robloxia"... Pff, how pathetic! It was probably some moderator pretending to be someone else. And besides, Robloxia would be his and his alone, along with the entire world. Not even the myths would survive with their powerful hacks! He would be the only mortal to make history there...

...

A long time passed, and his DMs were still full of messages from this cult. He was bored... So he decided to accept from a random person who seemed the most trustworthy... But the profile didn't even exist. It was strange, but he was playing it safe: with his hacks in his hands and something sharp in his pocket in case he was a Roblox HQ lure.

He arrived at the location: Under a bridge?... Far from the city center, it was conventional; there wouldn't be anyone there to ban or arrest him, apparently.

He saw someone... Bright, dark, with a cloak draped over his entire body... He wore a Tragedy mask, waiting with incredible poise. It really did look like a God...if that wasn't the God of that cult. He approached, hands in his coat pockets. He tried to maintain a rebellious posture, but he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated at the thought that it had a high chance of being a deity...But he wouldn't be afraid; it was already a goal achieved: to face some ridiculous Myth.

"Hey ya, what's wrong with you?"

He spoke sarcastically.

"Better be quick about what you want."