The last subject of our class ended in a flash. All the professors left their classrooms and gave away the howork for us to finish within this day. But those activities never got graded by the end of the school day. Those papers remained inside the teacher's desk, with no one touching them.
Everyone stared at the clock ticking on the panel, waiting for the alarm to sound off to the academy. After the school bell chid a piercing sound, the students flocked with one another inside the classroom. They ford a circle and talked about the current ga's condition. And these people excluded from their list.
"Hey, hey? Have you heard about this really aweso ga?"
"You bet I did? Look at ! I have all the coins in the world!"
"Being rich doesn't an you're a powerful player, dumbass!"
"Shut your crap, man! I've worked hard for this! All my savings went to this ga!"
"Hey... isn't that Arthur Wyllt??"
"Why the fuck is he looking at us?"
"Relax. Just don't look at him, okay?"
Those were the student's conversations. However, among those people, one had ntioned my na. It ca from the batch right next to the entrance. They locked their eyes to my figure, plotting a sinister scam to offer soon.
"Hey! Do you want to ask that guy over there? If you need to complete the player count, maybe include Arthur in your party? Since we have four mbers, adding him would make us five in the team! And even if he dies inside the ga, you can loot his belongings afterwards! We can even steal his experience points." A guy with his pair of glasses asked, as he directed his gaze to .
A violent shiver escaped from my spine as I heard my na getting ntioned from this class. I knew that it only spelt trouble if soone spoke my na. All I could do was act as if I had not listened to their talks and slept on my board.
Those students spun around and faced my sleeping figure nestled on the desk. Sinister grins erged from their faces as they thought of the sche inside their heads. Despite my head burrowing on the table, I knew they glued their eyes on . They thought to include in their little gathering, and that was what they did. My classmate with glasses from that group ca to and sauntered in my direction. But before that person could walk to my side, the leader of their mob pulled his arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the guy growled, and glared in the glasses guy's direction.
The leader of that dozen bunch grabbed the four-eyed guy in his collar and slamd him to the sides, forcing his body to bang the concrete floor. The bloke with the lenses winced in pain as his body ca into contact with the floor. That guy scread in pain as pinkish lumps of bruises ford on his head and skin.
As if not enough, the chief of the hoodlum students gritted his teeth and cracked his neck, instilling fear in everyone inside the room. The guy's tattered uniform bared his chest in front of the student approaching my way.
"I wanted to use Arthur for my party! That's all!" the bloke with the glasses pleaded as he flailed his arms. "I swear I did nothing wrong! Please spare ! I-I can transfer my money to you! How do you like that?"
"Nobody talks to that loser!" the scoundrel student grunted, while tossing the glasses guy in my direction. "And better send the cash later, fucking retard!"
I had no ti to react to the scene as the body crashed against . The student's weight piled on top of my head, with my chair crashing to the ground. The two of us grunted as we ramd against each other.
A violent cracking sound resounded at my hips. As I checked my sides, the glasses that the student wore shattered into a million shards. So of them even pierced our bodies. There was a puddle of vermilion blood ford beside us while warming our already chilling bodies. A sudden throbbing pain surged through my thighs, which received the impact the most from the hurl.
None of the officials in this school or even the teachers cared about their students. They cared about the ga more than the scholars of this university. It only showed that the ga had conquered everyone in this world.
As those teachers arrived at the entrance door, they did nothing to that bastard who threw that student in my direction. Those professors were so engrossed in their gas. They did not pay any attention to what happened in the class.
The distant noise of their characters fighting against a monster resonated inside the classrooms. Just like the teachers that had arrived in the fray, all the students left the classroom. Their heads leaned closer to their phones, busy with their gas.
It was a nightmare living in this world.
Everyone in my class talked about the ga that would give you money. The stronger you get, the richer you beco! That topic beca the trend in my generation.
They had been doing this for a year now, without inviting once to their group. These students thought I was a quiet person. Little did they know I was aware of their topic every day!
But there was a catch. You can never use the money to beco a skilled player! Like uncle Barn used to say, "with great abilities, cos with great managent!"
The ga was not a pay to win, but a competitive one! It involves playing on a laptop or a Gastation with a controller and fighting against other players in the PVP mode! (PVP is player versus player mode.) Powerful weapons ant nothing in the ga if you did not know how to play!
A level 1 beginner could beat the level 100 gold digger with a blade! If soone knew the ga chanics, that person would win tons of prizes!
And that was not all! There were mountains of features that the ga developers released every day! All of those tasks rewarded players with real-life money!
A myriad of players would take part in this quest to conquer the labyrinths. The guild that could accomplish this mission would receive millions of Yen to their bank accounts! To those who couldn't, then better luck next ti!
"Stay away from , you freak! This shit happens because of you!" the man croaked at . He took his broken glasses with him and left inside the classroom.
..
I went ho right afterwards and raced upstairs to open my Gastation, connected to the television. Millions of lights flickered all at once as the console activated itself for to play the ga. The ga that the world had been talking about for generations was none other than an RPG ga. People also called it "Magique" an alternate world from Earth.
It allowed every player to make their character inside the ga. But what differed this ga from other MMORPG (massively multiplayer online role-playing gas) was their update. It could use the facial features of the player and their personalities inside the ga.
If a person had exceptional talent in archery, the ga would process that information in its database and create an elf for that character. That elf was a marksman that would wield a bow instead of a blade.
If a person had a broad and brawny body, that person would beco a tank in that world. The system would provide armour and an insane amount of defences for that individual.
The list went on as the ga grew populated.
I did not have ti to nd my wounds, knowing it would heal on its own. And my parents did not care about my slashes all over my body. They also preoccupied themselves with the ga flashing in front of them in the living room.
All I cared about was grinding for so more experience in this ga. It was all that I had left inside my crappy life.
[Welco, Arthur.] The computer addressed .
[Na]: {Arthur Wyllt}
I did not bother changing my in-ga na, since nobody knew who I was in this world, anyway. And I was one of the top-ranking players in the entire world, and the number one player in Canada. Thanks to "Magique" my identity remained safe with , and nobody could know who I was behind that screen. Not even a hacker could penetrate the ga's defences, since this was a multi-billion ga created by the shark companies.
Telling people my identity was a waste of ti. I did that once, but the people I confided in my heart to went and used as they wished. Those scums did not care about my well-being. All of them were greedy bastards in my eyes.
[Processing data...0%]
[Processing data complete 100%]
The ga announced itself and switched the screen. However, that never happened. As I peered through the monitor, a spark erged from the console. It almost crisped the entire Gastation!
"Dammit! Don't do this right now!" I cursed, and slamd my hand on the jet-black surface of my gaming set, hoping it would work. But it didn't.
The console instead generated a spark that gushed through my veins, electrifying my entire body. My muscles refused to heed my call as I tried forcing myself to touch my leather shoes beside .
But I was too late. My consciousness left my body, and the only thing I saw was a pitch-black screen welcoming .
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