Laurent was shocked! After a few monts of stunned silence, he said, "It's true! It's really true! You're Apophis!"
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Everyone in the restaurant heard the shouting and stared at the two n.
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Alexander, embarrassed, let out a huge belch to try to discredit what Laurent had just said. "As if I didn't have enough enemies," he muttered in a low voice, "you have to shout like that in such a public place?"
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"Sorry," said Laurent. "I'm just in shock. How'd you manage to accomplish that with just a simple VRI helt? We both know you're no genius when it cos to MMOs, and it's not like there was much information released beforehand you could study.
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"With all the big guilds investing so much money to build the best dungeon teams possible, how the hell do they keep failing while you go on to win Nightmare and IronMan dungeons on your first try?! Not to ntion, you managed to get to be the most powerful despite the SuperGuilds taking so much experience from their regular players and giving it all to their superstars!"
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Alexander didn't want to reveal any information about his resurrection until he knew the truth behind it, of course. It was possible that if the truth spread, he might find himself in real danger from organizations who wanted to harness this power for themselves—even though Alexander had no idea how it worked himself!
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Instead, he said, "I just followed my instincts and stopped trying to overthink everything. 'Horus' is a ga that rewards that, as it happens."
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Laurent was skeptical. He knew that Alexander was hiding sothing important, but didn't want to press the issue. Instead, Laurent changed the subject. "You know, when I lent you the helt, we made a deal! You said you'd help get started once I could play, rember?"
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Alexander answered, "You can count on , of course... as long as you join my guild."
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Laurent was disappointed. He'd lent Alexander this very expensive equipnt which had allowed him to beco the top player in the world… and now Alexander wasn't even really honoring his side of the deal.
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Nevertheless, Laurent accepted the condition. After all, it wasn't every day that a player at Alexander's level offered to help him!
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Their conversation shifted and the two friends started to talk about girls. By the ti evening ca around, they were both well beaten up by their many rounds of drinks!
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By the ti Alexander returned ho by cab, it was about 3 A.M. Though he had many things to do and little ti in which to do them, Alexander also realized that proper rest was vital. It had been almost a month since he'd slept anywhere except in his gaming booth. Though the device fed him a steady drip of vitamins, it was still detrintal to a player's health in the long run.
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Alexander slept hard until 8 A.M., at which point—and after drinking many glasses of water to alleviate the dehydration of all his drinking—he felt refreshed. He would have liked to sleep for longer than five hours, but he decided to make do.
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Alexander then went downstairs and had breakfast with his parents. Of course, the revelation of the previous day was still fresh in everyone's minds, and silence reigned.
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But Alexander was determined not to allow himself to give into despair again. After breakfast, he would need to et the real estate agent who he was supposed to have t yesterday, though he'd neglected to do so due to all his drinking. Also, he wanted to hire a butler to handle certain tasks for him.
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The real estate agent showed Alexander several apartnts in Sector 16. After careful consideration, he chose the most expensive of the bunch, which set him back 4,000,000 credits.
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The apartnt was about three hundred and fifty square ters—not a mansion, by any ans. The price of living space was at least twice as expensive as any other part of Paris! Of course, Alexander would actually have to convince his parents to move into it.
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But first… Now that Alexander had a big apartnt in a rich neighborhood, it was ti to hire soone to take care of it… a butler!
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