The idea of him being able to use his abilities outside of the game was cool as hell!
But with that in mind, it also meant that the other players had that chance!
It'd be scary if the whole world gained magical abilities from the game.
It'd be like a particular anime, but there isn't enough workforce to handle such a change.
So you know what?
Let's put such thoughts aside and focus on getting stronger~.
Kuroe was already thinking of ways to grind some of his skills while making himself some money.
But there was also a strange message that popped up.
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Kuroe scratched his head at this, unsure whether this was something to worry about or ignore altogether.
However, nature was calling, and he was hungry.
As the teenage boy made his way to the bathroom, a small red stain could be seen on the bed, only to disappear into pixel-like dust moments later.
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After removing his gaming suit, Kuroe noticed a moment of pain that flashed through his chest, but it quickly disappeared.
He pegged it as phantom pain one would feel from playing DDMMOs, short for Deep Dive Massive multiplayer online.
It had happened before with other games made by Veldoria Corporation.
With a few stretches, the pain went away as the young man expected it would.
He was currently near his fridge, looking through the internet for areas nearby that sold herbs, there were a few places, but that would need to wait as Kuroe looked inside the open yet empty refrigerator.
There was nothing in his pantry either.
No more cereal, milk, protein products, there was nothing to eat...
The young man clicked his tongue in annoyance, remembering that thanks to recently moving here, he hadn't been able to go shopping.
Kuroe had been eating out for some time thanks to the time crunch he was stuck with until a couple of weeks ago.
The young man had no problem with going out again...
It was just...
"It was just that 'guy' and his family lived near this area..."
Let's look into Kuroe's history for a bit.
The guy he was talking about was Larry Whitefield, a rich second-generation brat that did almost anything to make his life a living hell!
He was a good guy at first, but after a 'few' complications, his sister, uncle, and several friends of his always found ways to humiliate him, with Larry being the leader of all these pranks and bullying.
Like any problematic area, money and connections allowed a person to do as they pleased.
Kicking, punching, forced to wear strange clothes after knocking him out, and other things, then with his face being plastered in several media outlets...
You wouldn't believe how many times he wanted to make it stop.
No matter what, Kuroe tried to get help, hideaway, or even stay clear of that man and his family...
There was no way to escape them.
Thus he sold himself to one of the well-known gangs against the Whitefields.
It granted him some peace compared to larry's family, but he still had to give up his dignity for a few years until it was possible to remain under the radar.
Sure they pulled the rug under him, but there was a reason why he still stayed with them and the old fogies... they were known for keeping their word, even if they liked to manipulate the contracts to maximize their benefits.
But that still didn't stop him from hating every single moment of it.
However, he didn't need to worry about going 'missing,' unlike those in the Whitefield household.
Thinking about it now, that gang Kuroe got released from suffered several attacks from other 'lower' gangs that banded together.
It doesn't take a genius to know who the culprit was.
The Whitefields were a vengeful and relentless bunch.
While Kuroe assumed they were trying to show who the boss was, the young man couldn't help but shudder at the thought that the two siblings weren't giving up.
Michelle, Larry's sister, was the first girl to ever confess to him.
Being someone who had suffered quite a bit and was desperate for affection and approval.
That girl quickly wedged herself into his heart.
He was happy, content, and while she did weird him out with her praises toward his 'pretty' looks, the young man thought nothing of it at the time since everyone had a quirk or two.
But things quickly went downhill when he was brought to her home for the first time.
That was when Kuroe learned what she truly wanted and what had happened to boys and girls of similar circumstances to himself.
She was what you'd call outwardly a 'beauty collector.'
Ever seen the first episode of Akame ga kill?
Kuroe got to see something similar and what happens when someone becomes obsessed with beauty.
Tens of people around his age of both genders were reduced to becoming her dress-up dolls, and those who reached a certain age ended up belonging to Duke Whitefield afterward and while Kuroe had no idea what happened to them, even now.
Those people and their families did would go missing when he looked for them online, With the police being no help whatsoever.
While he did suspect that a good portion of their wealth came from whatever happened.
Kuroe lacked the wealth, manpower, and connections to resist them openly.
Thus, he had to remain hidden, and what better place to hide than where they'd least expect him to be?
As much as he didn't want to do things this way, Kuroe had little choice.
The young man dressed as a woman, wearing a fluttery dress to disguise important areas.
He had a lot of unwanted practice with a wig and some makeup.
Kuroe took in a couple of breaths to calm himself.
Compared to his Asian looks earlier, the teenager looked like a scar-faced redhead in her late teens.
His face twitched at how natural it looked on him, but to stay safe and away from the people he was trying to stay clear of.
The young man wouldn't have chosen this location if he had had enough money.
Kuroe would've fled the country already!
*guuuuu*
Okay, enough of all that.
He needs to get some food fast!
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Meanwhile, inside a low-lighted room, a woman with brown ringlets was sitting in a very reflective chair.
She was attractive and almost stunning to look at, and the reflective lights from her seat brought it out even more.
However, such thoughts would stop once you noticed what her 'chair' was.
Many arms and legs intertwined to act as the armrests, torsos of both gendered to be sat on or leaned on.
Several naked yet beautiful people were straining themselves to keep her comfortable.
As she sighed, this girl leaned into the two pairs of large breasts behind her.
"Oh Kuroe, the things I'd love to use you for once I have you in my grasp again."
The voice and tone seemed tender and loving. However, her face, which could barely be seen in the darkness, was warped and didn't match her words...
She was furious, and the underline meaning of her words was anything but tender and loving!