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Chapter 2 - LGfM 2 Lyonardo

This world and life to me is only a game of the arcade game world.

A game of life in which the storyline often misses what I had planned. What's more, by living under the strict supervision of my father and mother, my own biological parents.

My gaming world is shrinking. No bigger than the handfuls of cellphones that were now on the study table, in front of me, that black flat thing had been shaking since three minutes ago because… one of the friends I thought was close had stabbed in the back. The mastermind behind all the recent events must be the father or mother. Sure, I'm sure. I cannot suspect any other suspect besides them.

The situation that continues like this makes me frustrated ...

I need an alternative and/or whatever to immediately possibly save the world that I have painstakingly created since years ago. Or at least reduce the pressure my parents put on me due to my insubordination.

And looking for such an alternative was not easy enough for me, who was constantly monitored by CCTV and bodyguards for twenty-four hours in every corner of sight.

Even the friends I have are not helpful enough to make my dream come true. Freedom from the influence of parents. However, despair is not the motto of my life. There is always a way out for all the problems in this world, it is only necessary to take a few steps forward a few feet, get out of the shell, clean the blurred glasses to do this.

However, I was reluctant to do so because there was not enough reason to trick them about my true movements.

Not unwilling, just ... rather not capable enough. Mother and father's spies are everywhere, maybe there are friends who I trust. All because of their money and power. My parents both used their power and money to suppress my movements.

Their own biological child!

And fighting them is the stupidest thing that can be done. But enjoying life as if there is nothing is wasting life. The life I have is too precious to do such reckless and despicable things.

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Not many people know that the Metropol High School where I am currently studying is managed by my mother's foundation, the Pelita Foundation. Because I'm too reluctant to boast about being the son of the owner of this Metropol High School. To me, acting arrogant like that is just a disgrace like the suicide act committed by the children of the rich.

Many other things are more challenging to do in school, such as dating beautiful girls from one school.

Eits ...

Don't think about it. The date is just an alibi, a cover, a mask, a public image of me. The real thing was so hard that I was forced to do a secret mission.

The beautiful girls are just puppets to carry out my covert action only. Those who like to be proud then admit to having dated me and the next second the news will reach mom and dad. Pissed them off more than I expected.

However, unfortunately, there hasn't been any sign of sparking from their demeanor.

Double shit!

Of course, I won't give up and just stop doing that disgusting thing, but I have to keep on doing it. Just seeing the twinkle in the eyes of the girls was disgusting and strangely there was a mysterious sensation created from it, making me feel like I had a certain satisfaction. Stupid, right?

Besides, the road back to me once began to be blocked by fog. And being forced to turn around will not be enough to bring it back.

Until the time, at one point I hoped that there would be a way to help from the humiliation and stupidity that I created myself. At least help keep me upright and in control. Do not make me sink further into the abyss in the troughs of the despair of the rascal Lyonardo Levi whom I myself hate to death.

Being part of the esteemed Levi family was like enclosing me from birth.

I have to live in a way that has been arranged by my own parents. Starting from the circle of friends, manners, education, especially in any school I can choose and what is more terrible than all that is the future.

I feel like I have no future that I can decide for myself. Everything is arranged.

I believe in God. There is a God who controls all aspects of life in this mortal world. However, I didn't expect that even in family life there are rules of the game of its own. In fact, it was not created by God but by humans who are wise and pretend to have a moral responsibility towards their families.

Apparently, money and power are not enough to make someone happy and feel a good life in fact. As it turned out, my parents' money and power turned into a destructive golden cage. Which me and Lisa, my older sister, were the only ones in it our whole life. Without being able to fight.

Lisa's a real example.

That's why I don't want to live like Lisa. Even the marriage that my parents carefully designed the scenario for did not lead to a happy life afterward. The marriage ark that is predicted to be happy lasts until death, is no more like living among tombstones. Quiet. Without love. That's what Lisa told me.

Of course, I don't want my life to end up like Lisa's. I'd rather live in the cold South Pole than feel the same way Lisa felt. Although I don't believe in love or true love or whatever, I can imagine living a cold tombstone life. Could such circumstances continue to make the occupants maintain sanity?

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He, I don't know what his name is. That new kid, who is in a different class from me ...

In that instant, I was sure the helper God had answered my prayer. Sending an ordinary girl who shamelessly loves money. Right, not wrong. He really likes money. For the money, he even humbled himself working in the cafe in front of the school. Work as a waiter.

By the standards of a Metropol High School student, part-time working in a cafe was the equivalent of a crime. Criminal acts that tarnish the dignity and dignity of students and schoolgirls, all school students must fill it out. Another jungle law that is not written in the life order of the people of Metropol. And the girl ignored him. For classic reasons, to survive amid the high cost of living in Metropol.

Then, the question is why did that girl move to this cruel metropolis?

She, that girl, is one of the most likely alternatives I can use right now. For the noble ideals, I have dreamed of for a long time.