mory exists as an entity in a formless vast that only appears when summoned. In the sense that in as much as there was life, there would inevitably be mories to uphold, either sad or happy mories.
Why Dimm's own had to co at his death, was inexplicable.
Maybe, because he was still alive, he thought or, so. He was more or less traveling in a vast do of utter darkness, the only light he received being the history of his past. The mories of what had happened in his past–unfortunately for him, were sad monts.
The monts that flashed from when he was told "Leave here, you bewitcher. This is the reason you do not have a parent," to the monts when his main residence had been the slumps, and his food source had been the fruit of the trees. He didn't know why all these had to be brought to light amid darkness.
But, he knew one thing. He should receive an appraisal for living. A huge reward should be given to him for accepting that life fated to him, and not joining the majority who ended up committing suicide.
Life was really hard for him, especially as an orphan. He didn't get the chance to et his parents or even have the advanced knowledge to acknowledge who had taken him in, until that day when he was thrown out into the streets.
He brushed out breath through his nose...
'If truly, hell existed, I should be given materials to prepare my own coast of doom, because I have seen worse than hell.'
This mont in darkness, however, seed to co to an end with dizziness. The whirling force of the wind, which seed to stir him in that dark entity that had enveloped him, now made him dizzy.
But, why was he feeling dizzy? If it was what it should be, his body now belonged to the vultures. But, it was not.
Dimm was jolted to consciousness by the unknown voice which he heard.
[Welco to Ellipse. Candidate 160!]
"Huh!"
His eyes opened to behold a hall that was spacious and well-lit. Also, from his travel of the surroundings of inside the hall, he realized that it housed hundreds of young people who must have actually arrived through the sa ans as his. Except that they seed to be prepared unlike him.
On a general note, his observation stated that every one of them was well-dressed, with small bags ducked beside their legs. In their hands, they all held similar cards, the one he brought out from the chocolate that had caused his existence here. He wasn't sure what the card served as, or where his was kept. But, this whole lot of teenagers here weren't hiding theirs.
He kept visiting different areas of the huge hall with his sight when he heard the murmurs that appeared to co from people very close to where he stood.
"Wow, these clothes are nice."
"I wonder what could have happened if I followed the other instruction."
"But, why did it have to be in all snacks? I was never interested in this shit."
"Did your clothes change as well as mine?"
With the last voice he heard, he turned his gaze to observe himself, and he was like the others too. Although his dress didn't change, his worn-out clothes were dazzling and repaired. Surprisingly looking anew.
Beside his leg on the right side, was also a small bag like that of the others, with the inscription CANDIDATE 160. He couldn't stop but wondering in what world he had appeared, and too, what is this Ellipse? Not until he heard another different mysterious voice again.
{Welco! Body binding initiated...}
{Body binded successfully...}
{Consideration Process— processing!}
Dimm just looked confused from the whole event. As if to worsen the situation, just as the voice trailed off, he heard the similar voice that had welcod him into this world called Ellipse.
[Welco to Ellipse. Candidate 399!]
[Welco to Ellipse. Candidate 400!]
"With the last candidate for the year, we shall now comnce!"
Just like Dimm, every other person inside the hall shuttered, looking around to see if they could find the owner of the voice, but none of them could. Dimm suggested that when sothing like this happened, the empty podium should have been occupied by an Instructor. Instead, the podium in front of them was occupied by an object that glowed with faint light and flickered with every sound that ca from it.
He didn't know what this world was about, but at least, to the best of his knowledge, that was one of the best ways to introduce candidates.
"I am Elios, the god of fate," the voice now took a guttural tone, as every candidate in the hall turned their gaze at the object erected on the podium.
"You have been transported into a virtual world, called Ellipse, where your survival will an a lot for and as well, need a lot from you."
The crowd was overwheld with these words as they couldn't stop murmuring to each other. The only exception is Dimm, who kept his reserve but couldn't stop thinking.
'This usage of "For" and "From", what does it possibly an?'
His hand mistakenly hit an object that was in the pants he wore, and upon bringing it to light, behold the sa card he thought he left out in the world of the living. On the card was inscribed "Ellipse Ga" before bellowing to things that were written afterward.
'Ga Card? Is he in a ga?'
But the voice once again interrupted.
"What I am trying to say in essence is that Ellipse is a ga of virtual reality that is more or less thed survival, where all players are expected to undergo certain missions to ascertain future outcos."
"What are those outcos?" a girl from the crowd had mustered the courage to ask. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire
"That, cannot be revealed to you now, as you are not officially players of this ga. You will indeed have to undergo missions similar to players, but yours will be as candidates."
"You can only be a fulfilled player when you succeed with the first mission hunts. It is called your recruitnt test. That will be what will determine your place in this ga."
"Are you trying to say that an unsuccessful hunt ant death?" a gray-haired boy, who stood inches not too far from Dimm asked.
"An unsuccessful hunt in this ga ant death, but fortunately for the candidate, he will return to his real body on earth to live his normal life. Mind you, a purposeful laziness to the missions of this first hunt will be terd disrespect to the gods of this ga."
"And that will attract an ultimate punishnt–everlasting death, both in the virtual and real world. So, all candidates are advised to show their best out there during the missions. With this…"
The voice seed to be trying to fade out in conclusion when Dimm revived it with a question.
"Since you said our death in this ga will entrust us back to our real bodies, are you trying to say that we are illusions created by the ga and that our real bodies are still alive?"
"No," the voice responded. "Your bodies are under what the gods of the ga refer to as temporal death. So, you are not alive, and you are not ultimately dead."
We will keep his body safe until he either dies completely or returns to life. He rembered the last voice he heard before being transported into this ga world.
The voice hadn't clarified the conditions of survival and death yet. If they died in the ga, it ant survival in real life, but, what if they succeeded? The voice was not telling them sothing.
And to crown it all, it had clearly warned against laziness. aning that they must put in their best efforts to complete any mission they were assigned to, except if their efforts failed. He looked around him once again, every other candidate seed to be an enthusiast of this ga, except him, who knew nothing.
How was he going to strive? Will the ga rules see his inability as laziness and grant him eternal death? Or…what?
"We have no ti left," ca the voice again. "There are two doors at the sides, upon your entrance into any of the doors of your choice, your test will begin."
"Your survival after this test will now tell, if you will be selected as a player, or will be thrust back to life," the voice paused. "Mind you, deception in any environnt you find yourself in can be inevitable and realistic."
And with a final voice, it said, "You can now proceed. Good luck!" and the object shut down.
The line ford by the candidates was long, and Dimm looked settled, unlike others who rushed their fellows in front to enter the gigantic rift in their front.
The rift was going to serve as the entrance key to their mission test. It is a large whirling oval-shaped ball that looks like it was created when a cone is cut by an oblique plane which does not seem to touch or intersect the ground.
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