Reed looked at the screen, which had activated and was now displaying a few words.
[Type to transmit]
The sentence was displayed at the top of the screen, and below it to the left was a line, blinking continuously, waiting for the device's user to give it some input that it could display.
Reed, having planned his words prior to activating the transmission, did not hesitate before starting to type his message in the hopes that someone he knew would receive it.
"This is Triarrcut, those of you who do not understand what that means can disregard this message."
Every player who had accepted the transmission was now reading as Reed was typing out.
One of them widened his eyes in recognition.
"Triarrcut? Reed?"
The man was sitting on a bed, holding a book and pen that he used to copy down the first few words before realization struck him.
He had short brown hair, a small grizzled beard, and dark brown eyes.
As he was stunned, the screen displaying the message in front of him continued to change.
"Triarrcut, Trishale, Treef,"
The man's gaze regained its focus, as he hurried to write down every word that appeared in front of him.
At that same moment, three more pairs of eyes widened in recognition.
"and just in case those who should understand, aren't, Tabalanga."
"Oh my god... that's Reed."
A feminine voice spoke, dampened by the sound of the heavy rain outside.
She was sitting on a rock inside of a cave, with a giant corpse next to her with a spear sticking out from somewhere.
It was too dark to see anything, so she quickly brought out some wood and lit a fire, illuminating the darkness.
She had long black hair, and dull green eyes.
The blood-covered gloves on her hands disappeared and a book and pen took their places as she hurriedly started writing down the message.
At the same time in another world, two people were sitting across each other, both of them writing down the words that came through.
"What did I tell you, he always comes through." The man smiled as he spoke to his female companion, who seemed relieved.
"One last word for luck, Sirsplee."
Reed paused for a second.
"For those who have understood the code, I hope you are ready for what is about to happen, and those who should have but haven't, I'm sorry."
Hundreds of players who did not spent a lot of time thinking suddenly got on alert, while many others who were just passing time raised their eyebrows, wondering what this stage message was speaking about.
The four who knew Reed however, were more than aware of what was about to happen, and were already prepared.
Reed paused his typing for a moment, hoping that those he wanted to reach had understood.
Five seconds later, he started typing again.
"Free: Numbers of site: 41 36 12 84."
"Free: Numbers of lock: 34 56 42 43 34 13 36 41."
"Secure: Sig, March"
"Secure: Transmitter made of [EQVMKRVATELN] (34215 sequence)"
"Secure: Acquired [MMMLVEGVZ] (31012 sequence)"
"Free: Movement: 2000T904W362S"
"Secure: Designation: Tofall/Triarrcut-Alt"
Reed stopped after typing out seven lines and leaned back in his chair.
Meanwhile, all four of the players who knew Reed looked at the words that would have made no sense to a normal person, and felt a faint nostalgia.
"It's been more than a year since I saw this last." The man had a faint smile on his face as his mind already started to work, recalling the meaning of the seemingly random numbers in front of him.
"D... R... A... M..." He muttered as he wrote down some letters above the numbers. "That's B..." As he was decoding the messages, a sudden change in the corner of his vision drew his attention back to the screen.
"Energy running low, I will make broadcast again after 48, and it be completely in the following sequence, 451230454012032533054432, and it will be a long one, in case you don't remember the code, here it is."
More than half of the players who were seeing this suddenly gained interest and tried to acquire some sort of writing equipment to write down the code.
"0-Null. 1-Line. 2-Rev. 3-Endex. 4-Alt. 5-Void."
"I remember." The woman looked at the screen, then looked at the small wooden trinket in her hands. "It hasn't been that long."
A drop fell from her face, hitting the rock underneath her, its sound was completely drowned out by the rain.
"But it feels like years have passed by."
She ran her thumb over it, a motion she had made many times since she had arrived in this unfamiliar world.
"Don't you feel the same?" She said as she looked back up to the screen.
Reed glanced at the now dim spheres.
"Stay safe, I will transmit inf and instr next time. Triarrcut out."
With those final words typed, Reed waited for five seconds, then he pulled the lever back up, cutting the transmission.
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the now black screen.
In the room where he had been since the start of the broadcast, the man looked down at what he had written down.
"A 16 sequence? You're going to work me to death." His words did not match his facial expression, a smile. "Good to know that you're safe, Va-no... Reed." He said, looking at one of the lines.
At the same time, the woman was also looking at the same line.
"You've abandoned your old name?" She looked a little lost, before letting out a small giggle. "New world, new you, huh? I'll do the same then."
The duo looked at each other, and the man smirked.
"I told you he would do that."
"Yes, yes, you win." The woman waved him off.
Reed sighed and got up, he left the room without giving a second glance to anything else.
He walked to the nearest bed and plopped onto it as most of his clothes disappeared.
Unlike the four who knew about him, he had no way of knowing whether his message had reached those he wanted it to reach.