Rita and Nivalis stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the signboard, two tiny blocky toys reading line after line of instructions.
Nivalis offered her spicy take: "Every line basically screams cannibalism."
Rita: "…" Sotis she seriously suspected Nivalis had been raised in BS.
But… she wasn't wrong.
The last ga had targeted players' skills. This ti, it was all about the gear.
Didn't bring anything in? No problem!
Divine Ga offers forced import services!
Items, relics, and everything of value—whether carried into the arena or not—would be forcibly unlocked over ti and turned into Blocks.
And once sothing beca a Block, with the ga's auto-unbinding chanic, it could be stolen, traded, and very likely… lost.
Divine Ga, ever the enthusiast for chaos, even prioritized unlocking the bound items first—because of course those were the valuable ones.
The thod of robbery was also subtly built in.
There was no requirent to play a minimum number of rides, yet every hour, you had to pay in Blocks to even remain in the park.
And outside of rides, skills were disabled—turning them into de facto safe zones.
Which ant… if you wanted Blocks, and couldn't just buy them—your only real option was to fight for them inside the rides.
Rita had it worse than most.
She rubbed her thumb over the ring on her middle finger.
B8017913 counted as a pet.
Back in the starting room, she had tried returning both B8017913 and Nivalis to her pet space—but failed. They were already Block-ified.
Which ant no smuggling them around.
Just paying the hourly entry fee was going to cost her twice, maybe thrice if Nivalis ssed up.
One hour of access required 10g Block.
Her most common block size (2cm x 2cm x 2cm) was worth 5g each.
So she'd need 4–6 blocks per hour, minimum.
And you had to pay first before entering.
The ga didn't push her to move. So Rita stood there and reread all 9 listed instructions again, word by word, hunting for any overlooked loophole.
Once satisfied, she started prepping her "entry fee."
Nivalis was still fully intact and would pay her own way.
Rita only needed to prepare for herself and B8017913.
Each of Rita's legs had five 2cm blocks.
She removed two from each leg.
The result? She shrank by 4cm.
Now her legs were just 6cm long—shorter than her 10cm arms.
Not ideal… but since she could still fly, short legs weren't a deal-breaker.
The real issue was her stats took a hit.
Back in the starting room, she'd already confird it:
Block loss directly equaled stat loss.
The ga didn't show stat values here, but after all her classes and experience, she had a fine-tuned sense for her body's performance.
Her base form had 42 Blocks (not counting items), and dropping 4 blocks shaved off about 10% of her core stats.
She touched the mist at the gate and was greeted by a pop-up window—just like the ones for entering World's Grave Forest.
She placed her four blocks and the single large block Nivalis handed over onto the platform.
The display read: 30g
The mist receded.
…
Entering the amusent park felt like lag ending and the server finally syncing up.
Sound snapped into place.
Just monts ago, everything had been eerily silent—now the world was alive.
All around her were blocky people and blocky monsters missing arms, legs, or even heads.
The races of the world were already strange, but Block-form only made everything worse.
Players had bizarre things stuck to their torsos and heads—impossible to tell what was a racial trait and what was gear.
And since the entry fee required everyone to "donate" pieces of themselves, everyone looked off. Awkward. Clunky.
Like badly assembled action figures.
Rita didn't imdiately jump onto any ride.
Instead, she led Nivalis through the park to observe.
This place was even more crowded than the foodie zones and mining markets she'd seen before.
The sheer number of pets and teams made it buzz like a real festival.
Conversations were flying everywhere.
Every attraction was guarded by a gingerbread man half her size.
They blinked up at passing players with wide eyes made of candy buttons.
Rita: "Think they're part of the chanical race, or maybe…"
B8017913: "I can't say for sure. But I am connected to the chanical race chat server."
Rita: "Why do you suddenly sound like a grizzled bureaucrat?"
B8017913: "Maybe because I'm scared of being blad by upper managent."
Rita: "??"
B8017913: "˙Ꙫ˙"
The amusent park was laid out similarly to the ones in BS.
Most rides were open-air, fully visible to everyone. Only a few were housed indoors.
Next to each gingerbread NPC stood a cookie sign showing the price of entry.
So rides charged based on number of blocks, others on total block weight.
None disclosed the rules beforehand, but players who paid and climbed on were instantly given instructions via system DMs.
On the rides, block people were bouncing around like popcorn.
So were attacking, so fleeing.
So seed weightless, leaping into the sky, while others looked crushed by invisible gravity.
Just watching for a few minutes gave her a general idea—but not enough to grasp any one ride completely.
Each had different durations, too.
Players lined up obediently under the gingerbreadn's watchful gaze.
Apparently, if you annoyed them, they could refuse to sell tickets.
Food stalls and toy vendors lined the sidewalks—everything priced in blocks.
Rita also found the trading post.
It wasn't a shop so much as a blocky vending machine.
One every few dozen ters.
She hadn't even browsed for ten minutes and already found 73 pages of listings:
Magic d Kit (1/5) — Price: 50g / 20 Blocks
Sweet Mist Spray (1/3) — Price: 15 white Blocks only
Traveling Tailor (1/7) — Price: 200g (No red Blocks accepted)
Coffee Machine (1/3) — Price: 20g
Radiant Shield (1/3) — Price: 30g
Scented Candle (1/5) — Price: 100g
Ga Console That Likes to Play Gas (1/9) — Price: 500g
Each page displays 9 items, showing images of the Block-ified versions and their prices, but without any detailed descriptions.
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