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[UPDATE THERESHOLD HAS BEEN COMPLETED, CONGRATULATIONS.]
"PLAYER-XF45R2 ◇"
[Initating Gameplay...]
Edwin's cheeks peacefully pressed against the flat structure of his chairtable, and the scent of oakwood his chair emitted went through his nostrils.
Literally or maybe figuratively, Edwin, has reached the state of pure zenith. And one thing is for sure, his mind went somewhere in the great world of wonderland.
"I am a conquerer of every thing, and a conqueror of nothing, thus I am the ultimate conqueror of anything."
In the state of zenith, a quote had hit, Edwin. It was a deep serene voice of an old man, but how? For him, this thought striked as nonsense, and even as a little hope for something.
He was a part of the Dream-deprived social class, people who couldn't dream, and therefore people who couldn't access the towers of this world. Yet... here he was, dreaming.
"EDWIN!"
Edwin in suprise, bolt off from his table, the void slowly vanished, repainted by the objective reality.
"For the fourth time, Edwin! This has happened for the fourth time, make it five and I'll issue a meeting for you at the principal's office."
Due to the teacher's crooked face and mouth, her saliva scattered around the floor, her eyes was glaring full of malice towards Edwin. It was suprising how she gave him an unfair amount of chances and not rip his face to shreds yet.
"Sorry teach, I'll think more about it carefully next time," Edwin looked down and rub the back of his head vigorously, slowly putting himself back into his usual sitting posture.
"Sleeping in class, four days in a row, this motherfucker really isn't scared of fucking up his only chance of having a good life," He laughed.
Blonde hair, buzzcut, 6'3, and the two most popular women at our grade holding each of his individual shoulders, there's no doubt about it, he's Damien Smith. One of the hotshot celebrities that resides within this school.
One of the tough bullies, and probably the toughest of them all. Edwin, then shrug off the constant remarks that followed damien's joke, and then continued back to paying attention to the lecture. There was no time for fighting, and fighting back would just respond to even more severe backlash of bullying.
Certainly, it was the right move for Edwin. While his classmates were making fun of him, Edwin simply listened to the teacher's word, and soon enough, the crooked teacher snapped due to the absurd amount of disturbance and then personally scolded them with an extra serving of saliva that seemed to always hit their face, one way or another.
Some were disgusted, and a few screamed. But in the end, Edwin saw the whole situation, saliva-free, and while having a smug plastered around his face.
.....
The bell rang throughout the hallway. Doors opened in an instant, a hundred students hurdled around hall, some went through the gym and practice, and some exit the school's jurisdiction to go to the nearest capsule hotel, while only a few went through their school clubs.
Edwin was one of the latter. Some students go to capsule hotels to sleep and enter the world of 'Olamir', the other students go to gym in their free time because of a supposedly death penalty in 'Olamir', while students like Edwin, who go to school clubs never haved experienced the world of 'Olamir.'
Olamir was like a fleeting dream, At first Edwin had daydreamt of entering Olamir, but of course as time passed by, it became sky clear to him, that he was one of the people incapable of dreaming. Though dissapointing, he had already moved on with the Olamir bullcrap and stick to his reality, which was software gaming!
Upon reaching a sliding door, Edwin, horizontally slammed the door left, there stood a long wooden desk table, it was long enough to accommodate four computer set-ups, all of which seemed to be in update with the current latest hardware technology for software gaming. Talk about high society.
But It's to be expected, especially when your club leader is, Felicia Cecil. An outstanding woman from an outstanding family, she is known from her rankings in Olamir, topping at 3, she was nicknamed as Black Paladin the PK hunter, and she was Edwin's day one childhood crush.
However Felicia wasn't present, instead it was a tanned skin, pubescent boy, with curly fades, and thick eyebrows, playing on one of the computers.
"Hey, Devonte," Edwin lighty tapped the boy's shoulder.
Devonte in response, put away the headsets he wore; turning around, he gave a smile to Edwin.
"Yo, big brother! What's popping, come and play with me bro," Devonte reached for Edwin's hand, in which Edwin responded kindly.
"I will.I'm just looking for felicia, I want to consult something with her," They released each other's hands as Edwin walked past a computer station right next toDevonte's seat.
"Aha! Same goes for me, It may seem hard to believe but I somehow dreamt in my sleep, though it was yesterday and I couldn't make contact with her; but I did hear she was having some serious business going on with Olamir. At least we know she's safe, right?"
Edwin fliched and completely stop his movements.
"What... what did you just say?"
"Uh... Felicia has been playing Olamir ever since yesterday...?" Devonte answered with hesitation.
"No...! The other one, about having the dream! Just afternoon, right in the middle of my nap, I somehow slept and dreamed of something," Edwin held the seat holder Devonte sat, while glaring at him with worry and anticipation.
Devonte, a pubescent boy, at first impression, might appear to be your normal teenage boy in an arabian family, a child who fell victim to the disability of dreaming, was actually a son of a multi-millionare corporate and a detective genius.
He's one of the people who would have done very well in the world if the towers didn't exist, and was one of the people who fell into the lowest social construct when the towers did exist. He was yet another one of the indiscriminated victims of the tower, despite all the goldenspoon and gift; the tower was never picky with its victim.
Devon's eyes turned serious, "So It's like that, huh? I knew it was too weird to have a dream, either I was playing too much Agavestory, my desire for it transcend disabilites, or we can now somehow access the world of Olamir," Said Devonte, with the most poker face Edwin have ever seen since his first time meeting his, Cousin.
"Sure, dreaming might be an anomaly for me, but that's a thing I could accept albiet questionably bare. However dreaming...?"
Edwin's voice became solemn.
"I have dreamt of dreaming ever since I was seven! And for five years I never had reached the Realm of Olamir!" Edwin shouted, biting his lips with great force, making a little bit of blood come out.
His voice, started to become more softer, his tone, became lower.
"And you know the whole story... Once you reach the age 12 and you haven't yet gained access to Olamir, you're considered Dream deprived. Deprived from having to experience another world that influences our world's economy, resource, and Entertainment. Just from a single fucking disability."
Edwin's Legs weakened, ready to breakdown in tears and anger of regret.
Knock knock
"Come on in," Devonte responded.
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE ALWAYS TREAT MY STORY LIKE SOME FUCKING DUSTY AFTERTHOUGHT? IT'S UNFAIR, I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THE WORLD WORKS, AND MOST OF ALL WHY DOES IT HATE ME SO MUCH."
Edwin shouted with a growl, a silent malice toward the world, his rage that had festered throughout the years, finally bared its jaws, preparing to spread blind rage and devour anything.
"Big Bro, you're really selfish; y'know that do you?" Devonte replied, Turning toward the banging door, his face covered in veil of his own shadows.
Devonte stopped his tracks, "But even I'm selfish, we all do. But you know what's better? It's between two mutual desires getting satisfied of the very same excuse, just like in the fairy tales, yes? The Prince Charming and Cinderella finding true love at the end, just because of that little glue shoe."
In the exact moment, Devonte slide the door open, revealing three huge red ant that's about the size of kid's wiggle ride-on car.
Fsssshh...!
The group of ants lets out an eerie hiss before rushing toward the only living thing that held the most hostility, Edwin.
The first two reach Edwin's foot, In response, Edwin's adrenaline releases throughout his body, forcibly repainting his perception and thought with the current situation he's facing.
He kicked the two aside with ease, gaining distance. However, the ants stretched out their legs—each with the strength of an average teenage boy. One or two legs might not seem like much, but with six? Even an idiot could argue he was now facing something as fast as Usain Bolt.
"Fuck," Edwin muttered, sweat vigorously pouring down his face.
[WELCOME. PLAYER-XF45R2]
"I am a conquerer of every thing, and a conqueror of nothing, thus I am the ultimate conqueror of anything."
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