"What's the aning of this, Arthur?!" A woman in her late forties scread at a blond-haired man.
She was foreign to Jake and his team. The man, however, was their friend and teammate, SWalker. He'd returned ho after finishing the tournant.
He didn't look like soone who had spent half the day fighting against others.
Arthur locked his eyes on his mother's phone. It had a picture of his ga character on it. During his final move, his mask was destroyed, revealing his face.
His hair was white in the ga, but Arthur didn't have enough will to put costics on his face. For the sa reason, he also couldn't change his facial expression.
His mother had been waiting for him on the door's threshold like a ga's boss. She wouldn't let him in without any proper explanation!
He replied. "It's . My team won North Arica's Seventh Division. We'll participate in The International Tournant in Poland and win it."
Arthur's mother went pale. She couldn't believe that her son didn't even try to extricate himself from this situation with lies. He straightforwardly confird that it was him.
"Withdraw from this tournant and ga at once, and we'll forgive you!" Arthur's mother said. She spoke on behalf of her husband, knowing he'd agree with her.
Her son's future wasn't in the ga. He was only twenty-one years old, so he couldn't waste any ti in the ga! He should study to beco either a doctor or a lawyer.
It would be a much better career for him and their household. No, it was the only career possible for him!
"That's your filial duty. That's how you will repay us for raising you!" she said.
SWalker stared at her before heaving a sigh.
He barely managed to curve his lips up.
He said, "I will never abandon my friends. It'd hurt our surna the most, wouldn't it?"
"You're getting too far ahead of yourself, Arthur! You dare to compare your little friendship in the ga world with commoners to our established surna?!" she asked.
Arthur calmly replied, "How is it that I value this short friendship more than anything our surna offers?"
His mother widened her eyes and lips wide. She looked so horrified that it seed she had aged by a few years or maybe even a decade. Tears uncontrollably welled in her eyes before crumbling on her face.
All the makeup she wore was washed off by drops of tears.
She hysterically shouted, "Get out! Never ever return ho! You're no longer our son, my son! You're a disgrace to us! Our surna can never ever leave your cheap mouth! Where did I commit a mistake?!"
Arthur gazed at his mother. She threw her arms around and shouted so much that her saliva found a way out. She was like a demon, cursing him.
Those tears didn't contain any sadness. He was sure of it.
Instead, his mother must have cried because she couldn't et her in-laws' and her parents' expectations. She raised a son whose life and na would stain their na.
She could also be worried that her husband would give up on her.
It wasn't late for him to find a younger woman and marry her.
SWalker sighed. "Tell Father that I haven't spent any di on the ga. I only bought a virtual helt to access it. I'll pay back that soon. I should receive my winner's prize in a few days." He bowed. "Thank you for being my mother until now and for all you have taught .
I hope to be allowed to part ways with my father and my siblings, too."
"GET OUT!"
"Yes."
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Last Coin woke up in his room.
It was dark because he didn't like to see the sunshine after logging out of the ga, which was the usual practice for most gars. He slowly walked to the window and raised the shades.
The sun hit him with a flashbang.
He instinctively covered his face with his forearm.
The air, for so reason, tasted so nice!
"We won…" he said.
Last Coin's room was simple. He had a single bed, a few shelves, and a PC and desk in the corner. He didn't have any other hobby than gaming, so everything he loved was usually on PC.
He wasn't fond of social interactions until now.
It had changed because of his eting with Casual Clowns.
He t genuine friends and wanted them to be a part of his life for as long as possible.
He walked to the printer, turned it on, and sat at the desk. He clicked on social dia and researched The Seventh Division North Arica, finding various photos taken by others.
There was even his Apocalypse photo!
Last Coin started at himself with reddened cheeks.
He shook his head and started printing a few photos.
"Mom! Do you have any fras?!" Last Coin shouted.
His mom ran upstairs and barged into his room. "You won! We were watching!"
"Eh, really?!" Last Coin kicked the ground, sliding away on his chair from his mother.
She nodded a few tis. "You were so cool in your last monts! Even better than SWalker! Your friend, Archer, is also really strong! Everyone from Casual Clowns is so strong! I'm so happy for you!
So, so, so, so happy!" She clapped her hands, joined them, and rested her little head on them.
Last Coin's mom was always as cheerful as she could be.
Her happy ter broke through the scale now!
"Oh, you want to hang a few photos! Yes! Finally! This room will no longer look like a coffin!" She turned around and left the room.
If the real life was a comic, she would have left a cloud of dust in her son's room.
A minute later, she returned and put many fras on Last Coin's desk.
"You also need flowers in here!"
"No! No flowers! They will die!"
"Co on! None will die! I will help you take care of them!"
"Mom!"
Such was the fate of an eighteen-year-old man who could only rely on his parents.
A/N: How was the tournant? I'd like to hear your thoughts before The International Tournant!
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